Bad mood
By Mr. Yaksman
It was a bright and sunny day on the Warner Bros. Lot. Yakko and Dot were in a good mood as they were preparing lunch for the two of them. They were making spaghetti and meatballs, which was a favorite in their household. Yakko was stirring the spaghetti, while Dot was setting the table. The two were talking and laughing with each other while caught up in doing their said jobs. Despite the day just beginning, they were enjoying the day for the most part.
But not everyone was bright and cheerful that morning.
Wakko strode into the kitchen. His back was hunched slightly and he was laying his head low. His hat was drooped over his tired looking eyes. Yakko, stirring the pasta with a stirring spoon in his left hand, took note of his younger brother's current condition.
"Morning, baby bro!" Yakko said cheerfully.
Wakko said nothing, he didn't even acknowledge him.
Yakko's eyebrows furrowed. "Everything OK, sib. You're looking quite gloomy this morning, I see."
"It's nothing," Wakko sighed. "It's so hot in here. I'm sweating like crazy."
"Well, it's a hot summer day," Yakko figured. "The water tower gets hot during the summer. Why don't you turn on a fan if you're feeling hot."
Wakko nodded. He turned on a fan that was conveniently located in their kitchen. Turning it on, Wakko took in the cool breeze the fan created. He closed his eyes, letting his tongue hang out the side of his mouth; this felt nice. But just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, his hat was blown off his head by the fan. Startled, Wakko opened his eyes and looked behind him. His hat had flown across the room. He left the fan to go get his hat at once. His hat was his comforting device, wearing it made him feel safe. Wakko rarely ever went without his hat, he simply couldn't do that.
But as he bent over to grab his hat, it was swiped by someone else instead. When he raised his head up to see who had grabbed it, he gasped in horror. He saw Dot standing over him with a devilish grin on her face, swinging his hat around by her finger.
"Looking for this?" Dot teased.
Wakko scowled intensely at her. He couldn't believe it, Dot had to be kidding, right? Angry beyond words, he made his attempt to snatch his hat right out of Dot's hand, only for her to raise it up out of his reach.
"Give that back to me!" Wakko demanded, gnashing his teeth.
Dot giggled maniacally, raising her arm up higher. Wakko charged up to her, his sister dodged his action. Soon, the two were thrown into a sibling to sibling brawl. Wakko shoved his sister onto the floor, attempting to pry his hat out of the clutch of her sneaky fingers. But Dot was staying strong, grasping onto the cap as tight as she could. Wakko tugged on the hat, gritting his teeth together, sweating from the tension.
"Give..it..back," Wakko breathed, barely able to create any words.
Wakko was trapped in a heated game of tug of war against his own sister. The winner would get his hat. The two went at it for a minute, tension slowly building higher and higher, until the hat was suddenly flown loose from their grasp. He gasped. This was his chance. Wakko made a flying leap for the hat, making an attempt to catch it football style. He came in for the pass, with Dot also making a leap for it. And before both of them realized it, their heads collided with each other, both slamming to the ground.
He groaned loudly, rubbing his now sore head. He felt dizzy, and could see stars spinning around his head.
Great! I feel hot and sweaty, I lost my hat, and now I have a headache. What's possibly gonna come my way next?
Regaining consciousness of reality, Wakko looked at his hands. They were empty, no hat in sight. Glancing at Dot, he noticed that her hands were also empty. He couldn't believe it. Thanks to his sister wanting to be a dick this morning, he had lost his hat. Boy, was he furious.
"Now look at what you've done!" Wakko snapped at Dot.
"Speak for yourselves."
Wakko's stomach sank, he knew who that voice belonged to. Looking up, he saw Yakko standing over him, his hat tucked in his hand. Both him and his sister gulped, knowing what was coming.
"What in the Sam Hell was that all about?" Yakko scowled at them. "I look away for one second and I see you two fighting. And for what, over this!?" He held up the hat, placing it back on Wakko's head, much to his pleasure.
Yakko sighed. "Ok, tell me what happened."
"She took my hat and wouldn't give it back," Wakko explained, pointing an accusing finger at Dot.
"I was just teasing him," Dot defended her position. "The fan blew it off his head, and I thought it would be fun to tease him a little, you know."
Wakko shook his fist with anger. "Do you know how important my hat is to me!? It's not a minor inconvenience. This hat is my everything to me, Dottie!"
"What did you just call me?" Dot growled, offended.
"Yeah! You heard what I said!"
"ENOUGH!" Yakko snapped.
Wakko and Dot grew silent. Yakko placed a hand against his forehead, he gave out a heavy, annoyed sigh.
"Look, I honestly don't care what happened. Both you guys contributed to the argument. Lunch is just about ready, and the table is set. I want to have a nice meal with the two of you, and we can't have that with you guys bickering, now can we?"
"Yes, Yakko," the siblings said in unison.
"Good. I'm glad you understand. Now apologize to each other."
"Sorry, Dot," he told his sister. Even though he didn't want to say that, he was about done with arguing for the day as much as his older brother.
"I guess I'm sorry, Wak," Dot said. "But I will get you back for calling me Dottie, though."
"Dorothy," Yakko raised his voice.
"I won't hurt him," Dot retorted.
Wakko took his seat at the table. He slouched in the wooden chair, resting his head on his hand. He scowled at his sister, reminiscing on what she had done to him. Contrast to him, Dot looked to be chipper. She sat up straight in the chair, and had a bright smile on her face. She glanced over at him, lowering her eyebrows.
"You know I didn't mean to make you upset, right?"
He grunted. "I guess so."
"Hey, don't be so grumpy," Dot told him. "It's not good to hold grudges, you know."
Wakko had to admit, his sister did have a point.
"Well, that's true, I suppose," he agreed. " I slept in again, for the third day in a row. I didn't have any breakfast, either, which is making me feel drowsy."
"It's a good thing that you're hungry," Yakko said, carrying bowls in his hand. "Lunch is ready and being served as we speak."
"This is brunch for you," Dot added.
Wakko's eyes lit up as his brother placed a steaming hot bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of him. He could smell the tomato sauce and garlic that was inside the pasta. Soon, his worries disappeared as he spun his fork around the spaghetti noodles before diving into his early lunch. He slurped up the noodles into his mouth, not even caring if he looked messy or impolite; he was so hungry right now that he didn't care.
Slurping up noodles and scarfing down meatballs, Wakko ate his lunch like a beast. Feelings of tiredness and anger soon melted away from him, he was feeling better already. He was filling up his growling gut with one of his all time favorite meals, which was enough to suffice him for at least a few hours.
This is nice, he thought.
As he was stuffing his belly with spaghetti and meatballs, he noticed his brother and sister also enjoying their meal. They were eating slower than he was, which he expected, but they still looked to be enjoying the food just as much. When Yakko saw the mess that he was in, he could only laugh.
"You were that hungry, huh?"
Wakko nodded his head as he slurped more noodles into his mouth. Looking down at his bowl, he realized that he had already finished the entire thing. Having completely recovered from his bad mood earlier, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands on his stomach.
"Thanks, Yak," Wakko told him. "I really needed that."
"Yeah, thanks a lot, Yakko," Dot butted in with her own thank you. "This is good."
"Oh, no need to thank me," Yakko grinned at the two of them. "But I appreciate your gratitude."
"Uh, Yakko."
"What's up?"
"Can you help me, please," Wakko asked. "I think I'm ready for round two."
Yakko chuckled. "Sure thing, bro. Anything for my growing little sibling."
Wakko smirked and handed him his empty bowl. He didn't realize it at first, but he was in an eating mood right now. Which is probably what caused him to be grumpy in the first place; a growing eleven year old boy has to eat, right? And Wakko always likes the things that Yakko cooks for him and his sister. Despite their shortcomings, the three are very close to one another, and he hopes that it stays that way.
