An Unusual Warner Christmas

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Animaniacs. They belong to Warner Brothers.

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! Please consider this my gift to everyone, I hope you enjoy it.

Wakko looked out the window and sighed, "Do we have to Scratchy? I hate shopping"

"Me too!" Dot whined.

Scratchansniff sighed, "Come on now kids we have to find something nice for Mr. Plotz."

"Why? He hates us! He only took pity on us because of Yakko" Wakko scowled.

He looked over to Dot who was looking rather depressed, it was Christmas Eve and she was missing her older brother even more. Wakko missed him too, this Christmas had become very painful for everyone. The Warners at least found comfort within their friends and adoptive family. Just the week before Claire took them out for another weekend of fun and relaxation, and had asked them what they wanted for Christmas. He and Dot both wrote down one thing, Yakko. The girl told them that she would see what she could do about that.

"We're here" Scratchy broke the silence.

The two snapped out of their daze and followed Scratchy into the mall. To their dismay two familiar voices rang out,"Would you like to take a survey?"

"Not them again!" Dot screamed.

Wakko quickly thinking threw them in an elevator just as a young Plucky walked by and pressed the button. He had managed to buy Dot and himself a little more time without a headache. Following Scratchy the two looked around for anything that would satisfy Plotz's high class standards. Something else caught their eye though, Claire was at the mall as well, and even more alarming was she was sitting drinking coffee with death.

"Claire what are you doing!?" Dot asked scared.

Claire nearly spit out her coffee, "Wakko, Dot what are you two doing here?"

"WE could ask you the same" Wakko growled pointing at Death.

Death shrugged, "Calm down will you children I am here on business."

"Business?" Dot asked.

Death nodded and looked at Claire shaking her hand, "Fine I'll allow your request, but you know you can't be there."

Claire nodded and shook Death's hand back, "I understand, please know I'm just doing it for them."

With that Death vanished and Claire looked over at two angry Warner siblings. She sighed softly and grabbed her coffee motioning for the two to follow her. They did, still furious at the sight they saw before them. He was the enemy why was she talking to him? Once they got into an empty area Claire started to explain.

"Before you two get angry listen, I asked Death for a favor since he kinda owes me one still." She started, "I actually saved him at one point and now he's repaying the debt he owes me."

Wakko looked suspicious, "And how are we supposed to believe that?"

The girl shrugged, "You'll see at the studio party tonight. Just remember it is being held at my Grandpa's place." With that she parted ways with them and Scratchy found them.

"Where did you two go!?" He asked panicked.

Dot looked down, "Sorry we just saw Claire and we needed to talk to her about something."

"Ah I see, well we need to be going I found something for Plotz. Let's go home and wrap it before we head to the party, ya?" Scratchy encouraged.

The two kids nodded and followed him back out to the car. Before they even made it a toon on a motor cycle cut them off. Scratchy started to yell, but just as he did a distracted driver nearly missed him. If the motorcycle didn't get in their way he would have probably been hit. Wakko and Dot had gotten a good look at them, black pants, black jacket, and helmet that concealed the entire face. Dot however noticed that they also had white feet just like they did. She looked to Wakko confused, and all he could do was give her a slight shrug. Whoever they were, they just saved their lives.

Scratchy looked at them, "Are you two coming?"

"Right!" both replied and followed him back to the car.

Dot climbed up into her old seat and Wakko at her side. She noticed that he had pulled his journal out of his gag bag. She watched him carefully as he began to write carefully chosen words.

Dear Yakko,

Today we saw something completely bizarre, Claire was talking to Death like they were friends. I'm actually kinda upset about this, but wondering what the connection between the two is. As odd as this sounds coming from me I think I may actually try and find more about her. I should have from the start since she walked into our lives almost instantly after your passing. I still trust her, but I wish I knew more about her before she met you. She's been so secretive of her past, makes me doubt her to an extent. Anyways, as you know tonight is Christmas Eve, and it doesn't feel the same without you. We're being dragged to the Studio Christmas party. This time it's being held at Plotz's place due to what's happed with the Water tower and no one wants to be reminded of it. Well we're back at Scratchy's talk to you later dear brother.

Love,

Wakko and Dot

Wakko looked at Dot as she wrote her name next to his and smiled softly. This time he wouldn't mind since it was Christmas and he was in a generous mood towards her. The two helped Scratchy wrap Plotz's present, but much to his dismay he was wrapped up as well while Dot and Wakko played Go Fish. Part of him felt relieved though that the two were up to their old antics. For some reason he thought that something good would happen tonight. After spending half an hour trying to break out of the wrapping paper he got the two kids into the car and sighed.

"Are you two ready?" He asked looking in the rear view mirror.

Wakko and Dot nodded, "Yep let's get this over with."

Scratchy sighed and started the drive to the Plotz household. He had come to learn that it was actually Claire's idea to have the party there, and he could only wonder what the girl was up to. She answered the door smiling and invited everyone in. Scratchy and the Warners were the last to arrive to the party and were escorted to the room where the party was being held.

"Forgive me" Claire whispered and walked out the door.

Before Wakko could ask what she meant the world went dark. He and everyone else in the room collapsed and found themselves in an entirely different place. Getting up he went over to Dot and helped her back up on her feet. They were all in a fancy looking room, nothing like the lounge they were previously in. Before them though got Wakko's blood to boil, Death stood there looking at them.

"Welcome everyone to the Grand Christmas Eve Party. You are the guests of honor, please follow me. Someone is waiting for you." He opened the doors to an elegant banquet all.

On the stage someone was playing a piano softly. Wakko and Dot knew the tune all too well, it was one that Yakko loved to play often whenever he had the chance to actually play. Though as the Piano turned around slowly on the stage both siblings froze out of shock. The person playing the piano was none other than.

"YAKKO!" Wakko and Dot cried charging into him.

Yakko stopped his playing and was tackled off the bench and smiled, "Hello to you too siblings."

Dot was literally in tears, "WE missed you!"

"How is this possible?" Wakko sniffed.

Yakko held them close feeling comforted by being able to embrace them, "Guess she actually did it. Claire she must have asked Death to allow you two and everyone else to come see me."

Everyone looked shocked so Yakko continued to explain, "Death owes Claire a debt that needed to be repaid. She collected on that debt by allowing all of you to come here and spend Christmas with me." He looked down at his now in tear siblings, "But I get the feeling she mainly did it for you two so you could have a good Christmas."

"Well it's working!" Dot cried into his chest.

Wakko was shocked, "So that's why."

"So Wak you going to stop thinking about it and enjoy this time or not?" Yakko asked smirking at him.

Wakko grinned, "I would be a fool not to."

Everyone smiled and cheered at the reunion of the Warner siblings, even if it was just for one night. Yakko pulled his siblings up and the three began to cause chaos throughout the party. They depants Plotz, chased after Hello Nurse, even played a few tricks on Ralph the guard. For once since Yakko's passing Dot and Wakko truly felt happy. Yakko did as well since he had come to the world of the dead he felt himself losing more and more of his personality. However, he was grateful for the fact that he could at least spend this holiday with his siblings and forget about the cold and dark world he was now in.

"Is this a dream?" Dot asked him while they cuddled in a chair.

Yakko shook his head and patted their heads, "Nah this is real, when you two wake up it'll still be just as real I promise."

"Fine by me." Wakko yawned.

Dot felt herself yawn as well, "Yakko can you tell us a story?"

Yakko smiled and pulled them even closer, "Sure what would you like to hear?"

Wakko and Dot felt themselves getting drowsier and drowsier by their brother's presense, "How about the time when we snuck into that bakery….You never did tell us why you did that."

Yakko looked a little taken back, "Well you two were starving and I couldn't stand the fact that I couldn't do anything to protect you two at the time. I knew that if we snuck in perhaps we could grab a bite to eat, or at least earn money so I knew you two wouldn't starve. I'm just glad I thought of those baker outfits when I did, or who knows what would have happened."

Dot smiled softly and slowly fell asleep, "Night Wakko, Night Yakko."

"Night Dot" Both brothers responded in unison.

Yakko's expression changed as he looked to Wakko, "Please keep her safe."

"I will" Wakko responded and he looked at his brother, "I still don't understand this."

Yakko sighed and handed a folder to Wakko, "Read this it will explain a lot more about some things. Also, like those entries you keep writing, helps me feel better knowing that you two are okay on your own."

"We never are though." Wakko responded, "Scratchy takes care of us, and so does Claire. Besides, we still have you watching over us too."

"Indeed I am" Yakko nodded and nuzzled his brother's cheek, "Merry Christmas Wakko. I hope this is what you wanted."

"It is." Wakko grinned sheepishly.

Slowly sleep began to claim everyone in the room. As each person passed out they were transported back to the world of the living and found themselves in various resting places throughout Plotz's home. Soon it was just the three Warner siblings somehow Dot still managed to stay even though she had fallen asleep.

"How is she still here?" Wakko asked.

Yakko smiled, "I'm using my energy to keep her here with us. I may not be able to see you two all the time, but this is how I wanted to spend my Christmas, with my two siblings. I don't regret what I did, I just regret all the pain I've put you two in."

"It's alright" Wakko reassured him, "We know you did it for us, and we live each day for you."

A smile graces Yakkos features and he pulled Wakko close. Wakko couldn't recall the last time he had felt this comforted. Slowly he began to doze to sleep listening to his brothers still beating heart.

"I thought they were supposed to stop beating after" Wakko mumbled.

Yakko smiled and rubbed his back, "They're supposed to, but mine never did. It beats as long as you two are alive and well."

The oldest Warner had realized that his two younger siblings had finally been claimed by sleep. Sighing softly he returned them back to the world of the living. It was probably the best, yet most bitter sweet Christmas he had. Looking over at Death as he approached he could only wonder what he wanted.

"So it still beats does it?" Death asked curiously.

Yakko nodded and watched Death grin, "Then Yakko Warner I have a gift for you as well. However there is a catch." He pulled out a long scroll of paper. The eldest Warner looked through everything and eventually signed his name.

Death shook his hand, "Congratulations Yakko Warner, you are one step closer. Even though I know you've been sneaking out into the realm of the living."

Wakko and Dot shot up from their sleep to find themselves on a comfortable couch. They noticed that the whole house smelled like gingerbread, and began to follow the scent. It led them to large family room where everyone sat there waiting for them. It was Christmas day, and there were still other presents to open. Wakko and Dot sat center stage and watched as presents were passed around. The two noticed that they weren't getting anything and started to look down. Claire took notice and tapped their shoulders.

"Yours are coming, promise." She smiled softly.

Before they could say anything someone dressed up like Santa walked into the room and looked around, "I am looking for a Dot and Wakko Warner?"

"That's us!" Dot and Wakko piped up.

The Santa handed them a huge sack full of wrapped presents, "These are all for you. My helper had them stored in the water tower. This is what the construction crew was able to recover for the two of you. Everything here is from your dear brother."

"Thank you." Wakko smiled and proceeded to open his presents right alongside Dot. Christmas turned out decent for the Warner's after all. Wakko got a new mallet and shiny new anvil, and dot got several movie posters featuring Mel Gibson. The two couldn't be happier with the gifts their brother had given them, but the most precious gift he gave them were their lives.

-End-