Dateline: Burbank California, March 14th, 1999

The night was humid. Within the confines of Warner Brothers Studios, the staff, executives, and stars packed up in their expensive cars and quickly left for their homes. A shiny black automobile pulled up to the studio front gate, where it came to a halt by the overweight guard waving goodbye to the rest of the employees leaving.

The window of the vehicle rolled down, revealing the short and pudgy CEO, Mr. Thaddeus Plotz, "Ralph! Get over here!"

The large bald security guard quickly waddled over to him, smiling like a dolt, "Yes uhhh Mr. Plotz sir? What can I uh do you for?"

Plotz glances around nervously, his beady eyes seeming to search the lot for any suspicious activity, "I need you to be extra on your guard tonight. Those Warner kids haven't broken out in almost an entire year now. I worry they may be planning another escape. You can't let that happen under any circumstances, you hear?"

Ralph nods and salutes, "Yes sir, yes sir! I will catch those uhh Warner kids, you better believe it!"

Plotz still appears unsure. He rolls up his window without saying goodbye to Ralph and drives off. A few more droves of cars follow before the lot is empty, save for a few of the janitorial staff and Ralph.

Ralph waddles his way back to the security office, where he plops himself down in the swivel chair too small for his body. He opens up a box of donuts and starts chowing down. He starts to think about Mr. Plotz's warning. He was right in that the destructive Warner kids hadn't shown their faces in quite a while. Ever since being imprisoned all the way back in 1930, they had made escape attempts every once in a while to wreak havoc and terrorize the studio. It seems that every time they attacked, their attacks would get... A little more vicious each time.

At first it was petty attacks; spray painting the walls with their names, kissing any remotely attractive woman or man, stealing people's lunch and such. But each time they broke out, they would get a little more unhinged. Once, the eldest brother instructed his siblings to set fire to one of the sound stages. Another time, the middle sibling went on a rampage with one of the executive's cars, driving through the lot at breakneck speeds and injuring many. Ralph had even heard rumors that the youngest sibling had attempted to murder one of the animators after he called her by the wrong name. There was no doubt that the seemingly harmless toons had the capacity to be dangerous and unhinged.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but he couldn't help but worry that if the Warners decided to break out now, he wouldn't have any help in catching them. Dr. Scratchansniff and Hello Nurse had both gone home for the night. He doubted the janitorial staff would help him.

Instead of worrying, Ralph went to grab a donut with his grubby hands. Except now they had miraculously disappeared.

"Uhhh hey! Who took my donuts?!" he shouts. He checks under the box. He checks the floor to see if he had dropped them. Did he already eat them? No, it couldn't have been that. He was still hungry!

Pulling himself up from the floor, Ralph screams in surprise. Where his empty box of donuts had once been, a small cartoonish puppy child now sat, his face covered in sprinkles and donut cream.

Ralph points an accusing finger at the small cartoon dog boy thing, "Hey! Yous took my donuts!"

The puppy boy burps loudly before rebutting, "I didn't take them! I ate them!"

Ralph growled in frustration. This was one of the horrible little puppy children that had been locked away in the tower for his unpredictable behavior. Though it was incredibly odd to see him without his siblings nearby. They almost never split up.

Ralph grabbed the puppy boy before he could dart off, "Wakko Warner! Where are your uhhh brother and sister?"

Wakko looks around absentmindedly for a little bit before pointing out the office building, "Is that them over there?"

Ralph whips his head around, "Where?!"

However, there were no other Warners. When Ralph turned back, the puppy child he had caught was now gone. He spotted him fleeing across the lot with the empty donut box. Ralph, now furious about losing both his donuts and a Warner, grabbed his net and gave chase. Wakko put significant distance between them before disappearing around the corner. Ralph sprinted to catch up and rounded the corner, only to find that he had lost the middle child.

"Where did you go?!" He shouts in frustration, gripping his net tightly.

Before he could go off to look for the food-loving sibling, another voice caught his attention: "Yoohoo! Big boy!"

Ralph whipped around to see the youngest sibling Dot Warner standing on the other side of the lot with a full box of donuts held above her head. She taunts him with it by taking one and eating it slowly.

"These are delicious!" she said, a somewhat evil smirk crossing her face, "I wish I had someone to share them with!"

"You! Warner kid!" snarled Ralph. As quickly as his stubby legs would let him, he gave chase to the youngest Warner sibling. Dot took off, laughing like a mad toon with his kidnapped box of donuts.

As the chase continued, Dot ran into a part of the studio Ralph wasn't familiar with. This part of the studio was older and more rundown than the rest of the lot. Not many films were shot here, other than a few B-movies that didn't have the budget to afford the big fancy sound stages. The buildings here were all covered with overgrown ivy and other wild plants. There was a distinct scent of old rotted wood and rusty pipes. Ralph couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the seemingly abandoned feeling the run down sound stages gave off. This distraction proved detrimental to his chase however, as Dot disappeared into the darkness of one of the open sound stage doors, her crazed laughter disappearing with her.

Ralph stopped dead in his tracks. The door leading into the sound stage was pitch black dark. He gulped, wondering if he should follow her in. The hairs on the back of his meaty neck stood up straight with the sense of danger.

Mr. Plotz sure would be mad if Ralph let the Warners escape though...

Reaching for his belt, he grabbed his flashlight and clicked it on. Shining it through the dark doorway, he trudged on, looking for the escaped puppy children. He frantically waved it about, trying to get a better look at his surroundings. It appeared this sound stage once served as a scene for a wild jungle exploration movie. Fake cardboard trees are scattered throughout the room, mixed in with outdated camera equipment. Everything has to be at least a decade old. The cardboard is rotted and falling apart. Parts of the wires stick out of the long abandoned lights and camera systems.

BANG

Ralph's blood ran cold. The door he had just come through slammed shut on its own. An echoing click resounded through the spacious sound stage; the door had been locked. He gulped and began to panic a little.

There must have been another exit. Ralph trudged on to the other side, his heart pounding in his ears. These were just funny little cartoons, weren't they? The most they would do is play a harmless prank on him.

Ralph froze again as he heard three distinct voices giggling in the darkness. The Warners? It must have been. Ralph whipped around, shining his flashlight at the cardboard trees. He would catch movement in the darkness just in the corner of his eye as he waved his flashlight around frantically. They were here, they were most definitely here.

The flashlight flickered. Ralph gasped as he tried hitting it a few times. He should have changed the batteries the last time he used it! As the flashlight grew dimmer, Ralph caught sight of three figures moving towards him from the darkness ahead. He shined his dying flashlight at them and managed to get a clear look at them.

Their eyes were wide, their teeth all bared in a sinister grin. The eldest brother Yakko held something shiny in his hands. Was that... A syringe?

The flashlight cut. Ralph was left in total darkness. A heavy weight hit his body and knocked the air out of his lungs. He fell backwards with a thud. Just as he was about to get up and make a break for the door, something cold and sharp went into his neck. He gasped with shock, and tried to reach out and grab anything he could.

His body felt heavy, his head started to spin. He fell back once again and faded out of consciousness, the only sound he heard was the maniacal giggles of his attackers.