Wakko opened his mouth and yawned. He rolled over and groaned when his cheek landed in a puddle of drool on his pillow. Rubbing the wet fur on his face, he sat up and stared across the room at Yakko's empty bed, which was made per usual.

"What time is it..." he muttered.

Looking at the beeping alarm clock next to his bed, he groaned when he saw the red numbers 9:30 glaring back at him and slammed his hand down on top of it. Surely, the box of cereal Bugs had gotten at the store would be gone by this point. He'd found that Daffy and Foghorn had appetites that almost rivaled his, and they would no doubt have had multiple bowls- and big ones at that- of the cereal at this point.

Wakko started towards the door but stopped when he walked past the mirror over the dresser. He looked disheveled and grimy and desperately in need of a good washing, but his grumbling stomach put that thought on hold. He could wait until after breakfast to take a shower, since food was his first priority, after all. Stretching his arms, he made his way down the hallway and groggily walked down the staircase.

"You didn't have to use the sports page to clean up your mess, now did you? I just wanted to see some of the scores..." he heard Bugs say as he approached the kitchen. Bugs looked up and smiled at him when he walked into the room. "Morning Wakko. Excuse the mess Daffy made." he held up a soaked page of the newspaper that was barely legible through its runny ink and flimsy paper. An annoyed Daffy stood next to him sopping up a pool of milk on the table with a wad of paper towels.

"Tips from a three year old even would do his hand-eye coordination some good, I say." Foghorn muttered and flapped open the news section. Daffy narrowed his eyes at the rooster and threw a soggy scrunched up paper towel at him, which he easily dodged.

"Morning. Is there any milk left?"

"Yeah, I managed to save most of it. The cereal's on the counter if you want any." Bugs said, pointing to the box of Lucky Charms next to the sink.

"Don't mind if I do," Wakko grinned. "Where's Yakko and Dot?"

"I think Yakko went to the bathroom and Dot is still in bed." Bugs said as he tossed a milky ball of paper towels into the trash. Wakko poured the cereal and milk into a bowl and sat down next to Daffy. Shoving a spoonful of the Lucky Charms into his mouth, he crunched on his delectable "pot of gold" "with a small smile.

"Hey Wak." Yakko walked into the room and sat down on the other side of Wakko.

"Hewwo," Wakko said through a mouthful of cereal. He swallowed it with a gulp and shifted to face his brother. "I thought you'd wake me up earlier."

"Nah, I figured I'd let you and Dot sleep in for once. It is Sunday, after all."

"You feeling any better?" Wakko asked. He was hoping Yakko was a little more high spirited today than he had been last night. It drove him nuts enough when Dot wasn't acting like herself, and he knew he wouldn't be able to survive the day if both of his siblings were down.

"I'm fine." Yakko said quickly and lightly kicked Wakko under the table. Bugs looked up at him and raised his eyebrow.

"Do you feel sick?" he asked

"Yeah, I think I'm coming down with a cold or something- couldn't stop coughing all night." Yakko said, forcing out a small cough. He shot Wakko an uncomfortable glance after Bugs had turned around to rinse off a few dishes. Wakko raised an eyebrow at him. Yakko hadn't been coughing all night, nor did he look sick. But he brushed it off when Yakko failed to elaborate any further.

"There's some cough medicine in the cabinet behind you if you think you need it. Let me know if you get any worse." Bugs said.

"I will, thanks. Hey Dot." he said when Dot came into the room and sat down at the table. She smiled and and took a slice of toast from the plate on the middle of the table.

"Get a good night's sleep?" Bugs asked her.

"Pretty good, though the birds outside by window wouldn't shut up." she took a bite from the slice of toast.

"I know the feeling." Bugs tossed his head towards Daffy and Foghorn.

"Oh, come on Bugs," Daffy clasped his hands and smiled bashfully at Bugs. "You know you love us."

"Don't go batting your eyes, Daffy. It ain't becoming- I say- becoming of a man to do that," Foghorn said, waving his fork as he talked. He looked the duck up and down before chuckling. "Though that might not apply to you after all."

"I'd like to bat you in the head, creep..." Daffy muttered.

"Please, you can't hit a ball with a bat, can't hit a bug with a bat- what makes you think your aim is good enough to hit me?" Foghorn grinned.

"What? I have great aim!" Daffy protested.

"Says the puddle of milk you haven't finished cleaning up." Bugs muttered into his coffee mug before taking a sip.

"I could take you any day!" Daffy said, ignoring Bugs's comment.

"I'd love to see you try." Foghorn grinned.

"Fine," Daffy pulled a baseball and a Louisville Slugger out of his hammerspace. "I challenge you to a batting duel, my ever-so-cocky comrade." he said with a smug grin.

"Eh, no- not on my property." Bugs said and pulled the bat out of Daffy's hand. "You'll crack my new birdbath or something, and I don't want to have to clean up my yard after you leave it in ruins."

"I bet he put that bath in just for you, too!" Foghorn laughed.

"You classify as a bird too, Foghorn," Bugs said. "Just no to whatever it is you were planning on doing." Bugs handed him the bat back and Daffy put it in his hammerspace with a sigh.

"Why do you carry that around?" Wakko smirked.

"I have my reasons." Daffy huffed. He straightened up and waved his hand at Bugs. "Wait, you have that video game, right? The baseball one?" Daffy asked and Bugs nodded with a raised eyebrow. "I'll show you on that!" he pointed at Foghorn.

"I guess I'll play if the rabbit lets us. You know, don't wanna ruin his property or anything." Foghorn snickered.

"Fine, if that'll satisfy you and keep you out of my hair, go ahead. But don't break any of my controllers this time!" Bugs called out to Daffy as he ran into the large den adjacent to the kitchen.

"You're really gonna play him?" Yakko asked Foghorn.

"I guess so. Though I had hoped to spend my morning differently. But maybe- I say- maybe the damn console will spontaneously combust or something." he sighed and got up to follow Daffy.

"Good luck with tha- wait, don't you dare blow up my Nintendo!" Bugs yelled at him.

"Yeah, yeah." Foghorn waved him off. Bugs shook his head and turned back to the few pages he had left of the newspaper. Wakko cringed at the thought of someone hurting a Nintendo. Video games were such beautiful things, and unlike most toys, they never hurt anyone. But that might change by the time Foghorn and Daffy were done with their game...

"So you play video games?" Dot giggled at Bugs.

"We all have our guilty pleasures." he looked up at them. "I'm sure you kids play them, too."

"Ehh, they're not exactly my cup of tea," Yakko said. "Why spend my time in some virtual reality when I could be enjoying this one? Nah, they're more Wakko's thing."

"He's obsessed with them." Dot muttered.

"Not obsessed, just very fond of them." Wakko corrected her.

"He's dying for that new Playstation contraption," Yakko added. "Hasn't stopped talking about it since they said it's coming out. I'm sure it's already at the top of his Christmas list."

"If it ever gets released in the U.S. maybe." Wakko muttered.

"You can try out mine, if you want." Bugs pointed to the living room. Wakko's jaw dropped. The system wasn't suppose to come out for months, and the thought of seeing one, let alone actually playing on it, mad his heart flutter. Bugs had to be kidding him.

"How did you get your hands on one?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"Being me does have its few privileges. C'mon, I'll introduce you two." Bugs got up and motioned for them to follow.

Wakko jumped up and eagerly followed him, while Dot and Yakko shrugged their shoulders and hopped off their seats. Wakko stood by the TV as Bugs kneeled down in front of it and pulled a box out of the cabinet under the TV stand. He opened it and Wakko's eyes almost rolled out of his head. There sat a brand new Playstation, and boy was it gorgeous.

"You sure I can touch it?" Wakko asked hesitantly. It looked almost too beautiful to play.

"Like I said, go to town with it. I'd try this game out first." Bugs handed him a case with a red race car on it and plugged in the console. After setting up the game and turning on the TV, he handed Wakko a controller and sat down on the couch next to Dot, while Yakko picked up the book he started yesterday and sprawled out on the chair next to the bookcase.

Wakko pressed start, and from that moment on he was in love. The game was way better than anything he'd ever played on his old Super Nintendo. Tuning out everything except the glorious display in front of him, Wakko stared unblinkingly at the screen.

Dot shook her head at her brother. It amazed her that someone could be so wrapped up in something so simple as moving pictures, but hey, who was she to judge? Letting a small smile form on her lips, she pulled her coloring book and crayons out of her hammerspace and sat in front of the coffee table. She saw Bugs grab an outdated magazine from the table next to him. She turned to the pages she had yet to color and started filling in a cat as faint noises of Daffy and Foghorn yelling drifted into the room.

She continued to color as the morning drew on. The grandfather clock in the hall chimed 10 o'clock, a half an hour past 10, and so on. Yakko and Bugs read while Wakko stared at the television, and Dot sat happily with her crayons in hand. She felt better this morning, and Bugs's reassurance the night before had helped loosen the knot in her stomach. It was still there, of course, but she was able block most of the thoughts that had consumed her mind yesterday. Just when she reached the last page of the book, Bugs stood up and stretched.

"Well kiddos, it's noon. What do you say to some lunch?"

"Sure." Dot said and put down the crayon. Bugs peered over her shoulder and chuckled.

"You're gonna need a new coloring book soon. And more crayons by the looks of it. I'll pick some up at the store next time we go." he ruffled her ears and walked towards the kitchen. Dot turned around to find Yakko standing behind Wakko with his arms crossed.

"Wakko, I'm pretty sure your eyes will dry up don't look away from the screen soon," he moved in front of him. "C'mon, it'll still be there after lunch."

"Just... five... more... minutes..." Wakko said as he craned his body around Yakko to see the screen, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"I'll unplug it." Yakko teased. Wakko, not wanting to take any chances, nodded his head and quickly stood up.

"Okay, okay, just let me finish this course. I'm almost done." he said and Yakko shook his head and sat back down, waiting for Wakko to finish. Dot rolled her eyes at how consumed Wakko was in the game, despite having even been bribed with lunch. The most eloquent sentence he had ever said to her was that "parting was such sweet sorrow when it came to video games," and she could only roll her eyes at the thought of this claim. But like Yakko said, they were his kryptonite.

Walking into the kitchen, Dot pulled herself up onto one of the bar stools sitting around the island and watched on as Bugs cooked several grilled cheeses on the stove. He turned around to grab a knife and smiled when he saw that she had sat down.

"Smells good." she said.

"They shouldn't take too long to cook," he flipped one of sandwiches over with a spatula. "Could you get something out of that drawer for me? The one behind you?" he pointed with his spatula. Dot nodded and turned around. She pulled open the drawer, which held nothing but a few chocolate bars.

"I don't see anything except candy. Did you mean this one?" she pointed to the drawer next to it.

"No, I meant the one you opened. I thought you and your brothers might like a treat before lunch."

"Wait, before lunch?" she raised an eyebrow at him and he let out a small laugh. "Is this some sort of test?"

"No, I'm serious. They're not big enough to ruin your appetite or anything." she grinned and unwrapped the chocolate, taking a large bit and savoring it after going weeks without having anything sweet.

She smiled and was about to thank him when Yakko and Wakko walked into the room, and she tossed one at each of them. They caught them with surprised expressions and looked between Bugs and Dot.

"Those are for you. You can have them now if you want." Bugs told them.

"But isn't lunch in a few minutes?" Wakko asked, confused.

"Yeah, but a little chocolate never hurt anyone. Feel free to dig in." Bugs said and Wakko's face lit up. Dot almost expected Yakko to protest eating candy before lunch, but even he was eyeing the chocolate in his hand longingly.

"Thanks!" Wakko said through a mouthful of chocolate.

"No problem," Bugs winked. They all looked towards the den when Daffy's frustrated yell rang out into the kitchen. "Would you three mind getting them for lunch? They've been in there for a while and I'm sorta afraid to go in there at this point. Besides, there's a much smaller chance they'd throw a controller at you than they would at me."

"Fine, but you're paying for any medical bills we accumulate in there." Yakko said and they walked towards the room.

"Thanks, you're real life savers." Bugs called.

She shook her head. Grown ups were such sissies. How bad could it be to interrupt a video game? She'd done it to Wakko plenty of times and the worst she's ever gotten were a few minor "no-no" words directed at her.

They went into the room and just as she stepped onto the rug, a pillow came flying at her head and she ducked. A seething Daffy was glaring at Foghorn, who was dangling a controller over the duck's head.

Maybe it could be pretty bad.

"You cheater!" Daffy, who was standing on the couch, picked up another pillow and was ready to throw it at Foghorn when Yakko spoke up.

"Sorry to interrupt, er- whatever this is, but Bugs said we're gonna eat soon."

"Hold on a sec," Daffy shot him a glance before returning his glare to Foghorn. "You're a low life, you know that? Three times now you've unplugged my controller! You're gonna pay!" he threw the pillow at Foghorn who just chuckled and blocked it.

"I don't think that's going to be a very effective way to get revenge. Throwing pillows isn't that threatening." Wakko said.

"What do you know?" Daffy snapped and jumped off of the couch. He stormed past them into the kitchen and took the seat Dot had been sitting in.

"He's just a poor sport, that's all." Foghorn chuckled as he joined them. They followed Daffy and took the remaining seats at the marble island. Bugs handed them each a sandwich, and Dot nudged Wakko to sit next to her. She smiled when he took the seat. The only other seat was next to Daffy, and he sure wasn't going near him anytime soon.

"Did you get all that competitive nonsense out of your system yet?" Bugs asked.

"No- he's a cheat! And do you know how long it took me to get that stupid game to work? I had to blow in it like, ten times! No, I'm not done until I'm given a fair chance." Daffy whined.

"And I was so hoping for a quiet afternoon..." Bugs sighed dramatically.

"At least you don't have to play him." Foghorn groaned. Bugs patted him on the shoulder before taking a sip from his coffee mug.

Wakko took a bite of his sandwich and let out a small, content sigh. He had been worried that everyone would be in the same states they were in last night, but the morning had proved him wrong. Yakko seemed to have calm down and Dot had perked up considerably. Even the adults were more relaxed, or as relaxed as they could be when they were in the company of each other. It felt like some of the weight on his shoulders had finally been lifted. He took another bite and tuned into a conversation Yakko was having with Bugs about toon theory. He was looking forward to the afternoon ahead.


"Well I'll be damned... Who would have thought that we'd be entertaining some of Hollywood's finest tonight." Smokey said with a malicious grin. Bosko looked through the thinning crowd of toons and saw Tango shuffle towards them.

"W-What's going on?" he heard a voice cry out from beside the rat. As more recruits cleared away, Bosko saw two figures come into view beside Tango.

"Shut it!" Tango said and shook the shivering pig in his grip.

"Why Porky, it's so nice to see again! How long has it been now? 20 years, or no- maybe 30," Smokey said and walked closer to them. "And is that Thaddeus? My, I think you've managed to shrink or something. I could've sworn you were at least this tall last time we talked." Smokey held up his hand to his waste and chuckled. Plotz, quivering as he was, looked far from amused.

"What do you want? Why did you bring us here?" Plotz said in the bravest voice he could muster, which really only sounded timid at best.

"No catching up first? C'mon, Thad. It's been awhile," Plotz stared down Smokey, this time masking his obvious fear a little more successfully than he had before. "No? Well at least let me introduce you to a few friends of mine. I'm sure you're fairly well acquainted with Tango already, and I know Porky knows Bosko here real well already."

Porky looked over at him and his eyes widened. If it hadn't been for all the banging coming from the pipes in the room, Bosko could've sworn he heard the pig gulp.

"How ya doin', Porky?" he grinned. Porky's eyes met his and then darted to Oswald, who waved back.

"And of course Oswald and Gonzo," Smokey said. "Tango, why don't you get these two a seat? I'm sure they're tired after their trip over here," Tango pulled two fold-up chairs from his hammerspace and sat them down, then ruffly shoved the toons onto the seats. "Now that we're all settled in, why don't we have a little chat."

"So you're g-g-gonna tell us why we're here t-then?" Porky stuttered.

"Of course, Porky. What would be the point for you to come all this way just for small talk, especially when I wasn't expecting you." Smokey said. Bosko looked back and forth between him and Plotz and Porky, and stepped forward when Smokey nodded at him to continue.

"We need names and places. Toons, studio big shots- basically anyone big tied to Toontown," he leaned down next to Porky's face. "And you need to spill where your little Looney friends are." This time, Bosko was sure he heard him gulp. After a moment of silence, Porky responded.

"Not a chance." he said without letting out a squeak or stammer. Most of the fear on his face had faded away and he sat up taller, but Bosko knew he was always a squealer. Porky was an actor after all, and Bosko could see right through his act.

"You might want to rethink your answer. I'll give you a minute to think it over," he moved back to Plotz and smiled. "What about you? I'm sure you'd like to help us out."

"No. I don't know what you're up to, but I surely do not want any part of it." Plotz huffed.

"C'mon! It would be just like old times." Smokey smiled and moved over next to him.

"That was just a small loan years ago, before I knew what you were really like. No, I definitely will not."

"Really? Because I'm sure I could persuade you fairly easily."

"I'd like to see you try." Plotz huffed. Several beads of sweat rolled down his face as he tried to seem as stoic as he possibly could.

"How's that money you've hidden outside the country doing? I'm sure the IRS would love to know."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Plotz said.

"You know, the hundreds of thousands of dollars you have over in Europe. I've seen the papers even, and I'm sure you have, too." Smokey said. Plotz's face grew red and he narrowed his eyes at the rat.

"How did you find out about that?" Plotz demanded as sweat continued to pour down his face.

"I've got friends in the business, you know. Very good friends. And these friends could easily send the feds over for a little visit."

"No! I mean- I don't believe you!"

"Of course you don't." Smokey chuckled. Biting down hard on his lip, Plotz didn't respond.

"So you'll help me then?" Smokey asked. Plotz stayed silent. "Well?" Bosko knew that Plotz always held his wallet a little too close to his heart, and wasn't surprised to see the man look as shaken as he did.

"I-I..." Plotz studied. Smokey's cheeky grin faded.

"Very well. I'll come back to you in a second," he turned back to Porky. "Now that you've had some time to think, why don't you and Bosko finish your chat."

"Here's the deal, Looney," Bosko started. "I need you to tell me where that damn bunny of yours is. Things won't turn out good for you if you don't help me, and I'll make your life a living hell until you spill. So, where is he?"

"I don't k-know. Go check all the r-rabbit holes yourself." Porky said without any emotion evident on his face. Bosko was taken aback by this, since he really thought that out of all those damn Loonies, Porky would be the easiest to crack.

"Do you think I'm just asking for shits and giggles? This ain't a game! You'd better squeal right now, pig." Bosko jumped towards him and grabbed Porky by his sweater, but was quickly restrained by Oswald.

"Don't do anything rash." Oswald muttered in his ear. He watched as Smokey leaned down in front of them, another mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

"Alright, let's try this again."


Sort of a filler chapter, sort of not. If it felt a little slow, don't worry. A little digression never hurts now and then. Anyway, thanks for reading!