Not too much was done about the Warner's show for awhile. Steven was too busy working on Tiny Toons and it took up most of his time. He also had new movies in the works, including some dinosaur movie.

The Warners (who did move into the water tower, and had it furnished to their liking), in May of 1992 when this chapter begins, were each a year older. And, after a year of waiting, the siblings were starting to get anxious and impatient.

Especially when time was spent working out the most minute details!

"First thing, costumes," said Steven, leading the way into one of the many buildings on the Warner Bros. lot. "A good cartoon character should have a good costume. Our costume lady will have you try on some clothes."

He led the Warners into a room with thousands and thousands of clothes strewn on the floor. "Come in, come in!" said a lady. "I only have two dressing rooms, so one of you will have to change out here."

Wakko and Dot zoomed into the room, grabbed an armful of clothes, and shot into the dressing rooms. "Aw, man!" cried Yakko.

The costume lady was examining Yakko. "Hmm, not bad, not bad at all! He has a very nice body build."

"Thank you, I do my best, you know," said Yakko, feigning modesty. He pulled his shirt down a little and then took his pants off. He grabbed the first pair of pants that his hands touched, and put them on.

"Okay…" said the costume lady. "Take your shirt off."

"That's a little personal, isn't it? I mean, I've hardly even met you."

The costume lady sighed. "You already took your pants off. You might as well take your shirt off, too."

"Just not at the same time," laughed Yakko. He obediently took his shirt off. Embarrassed, he crossed his hands around his bare chest and tried to hold up his pants, which were about two sizes too big.

The costume lady went to a different corner of the room and grabbed a belt. "Put this on," she instructed.

Yakko grabbed the belt and very quickly looped it through the belt straps and buckled it. With relief, he let go of his pants. They were still way too big—Yakko had a feeling that if he tried to walk, he'd trip over his pants, since they still fell far below his feet—but at least they were staying on.

The costume lady looked him over. "Good, I like that."

"You like having people unable to walk without tripping all over themselves?" Yakko asked incredulously. "Anyway, now can I get a shirt to go with this?"

"I don't think that you ought to wear a shirt with this."

"No shirt? What type of children's TV show is this?"

"First of all, you are not human. Technically, the only creatures that have to wear clothes are humans. And secondly, you'll need something to move around in. I don't know what they have in mind for your show, but if it's anything like Tiny Toons, you'll be moving around a lot. Besides, as far as making a successful cartoon design, less is often more."

"Well, alright," sighed Yakko unhappily, "but can't I at least have some pants that actually fit?"

"Trust me, Yakko, you'll lose the effect. Take a look in the mirror at yourself. You look pretty good."

Yakko looked at himself in a nearby mirror. Actually, he did look pretty good. A lot of his height was in his legs, so there wasn't much upper body to cover, anyway. And the way that the khaki pants folded over his feet so that you could hardly see them actually had some charm.

The costume lady could see Yakko grinning. "See, what did I tell ya?" she asked him.

The door to one of the dressing rooms suddenly pushed open as Wakko spilled out on his back. He wasn't wearing any pants, but the large blue turtleneck he was wearing covered his lower body adequately. Sheepishly, he reached over and grabbed his hat. He stood up and flashed an abashed smile.

"Wakko, come over here," instructed the lady. Wakko, still holding his hat and pulling down on his shirt, obeyed.

"Aw, come on, Wakko," said Yakko. "That shirt's big enough. Look at me, I'm not even wearing one."

"Jeez, Yakko, I never knew you had it in you," said Wakko, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Alright Wakko, stand up straight," instructed the costume lady. She took a look at Wakko in his shirt. She frowned, and looked at his hat he still had in his hands. "Put your hat on," she ordered. When he put it on, she gave a cry of delight.

"Yeeeees! That's perfect! You two stand together."

The two brothers stood side by side, occasionally looking at each other and unsuccessfully fighting down giggles at each others' half nudity. "This looks good," said the lady, "but we need to make sure that your sister's outfit goes with yours. Dot, are you about done?"

"Of course she's not done," whispered Yakko. "She's a female, and females can never try on one outfit without trying on twenty more." Wakko snickered.

"No, not yet!"

"Just come out now! We're tired of waiting!" complained Wakko.

"But I'm only half-dressed!" came the reply.

"So are we!" said Yakko. "And we'd be very upset if us two were running around on the show half nude, but you had all the proper clothes on. Come on, sis! All for one and one for all!" With that he ran to the dressing room and pulled the door open.

"Eeek!" cried Dot, grabbing a shirt and covering her torso. She was wearing a pink skirt and that was it.

"Dot, there's nothing there to be ashamed of. I mean, you're six years old, for crying out loud!" said Wakko impatiently. "You have no breasts whatsoever!"

"That doesn't mean I like walking around without a shirt on!" snapped Dot.

Before Dot had anymore time to oppose her clothing, the costume lady immediately grabbed Dot by the wrist and pulled her over near the mirror.

"Oh, you look so adorable in that!" she said in a singsong voice. Then she looked at Dot's ears. She had a flower tied around them, like she usually did. "I like the flower thing, but I think that a scrunchie would look better on that. And I think that I have a flower scrunchie over in my hair supplies. Want to go check?"

"Sure!" said Dot, temporarily forgetting her somewhat lack of clothing. She had always secretly wanted a scrunchie anyway, not some flower that died after one day and she always had to replace. Finding the scrunchie right away, she tied it in her ears and looked to the costume lady for approval.

"That looks perfect," she said with a nod. "Go stand by your brothers."

As all three Warner siblings stood together, the lady laughed. "This is so perfect I almost don't believe it. You have to see this." She grabbed the mirror and put it in front of the Warners. They saw what she was talking about.

Yakko looked sly in his khakis. Wakko looked fun-loving in his blue turtleneck and red hat. Dot looked cute in her pink skirt and flower scrunchie. All three of them blended very nicely together.

"One more thing," said the lady. She reached into the drawer where Dot had found her scrunchie and pulled out three pairs of gloves.

"Not gloves!" cried Yakko in dispair. "Bugs told me that the gloves were itchy, hot, and downright uncomfortable."

"But it will give you a more wholesome, cartoonish look," she said, handing them to the Warners.

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot put them on. "Yeah, they do look okay, I guess," said Dot.

"Okay. This is what you'll be wearing all the time in the show."

"Oh great," muttered the Warners.

…………

As much as the Warners wanted to start working right now!, there was still a lot of unfinished business to take care of. For example… finding costars. And boy, were there a motley crew! Mafia-like pigeons, an elderly yet fiery explosive-loving squirrel and her young, hyper nephew, a cute yet annoying girl named Mindy and her dog Buttons; a singing cat named Rita and the dog who followed her around named Runt, two mice who wanted to rule the world (at least one of them anyway), and even a guy who was going to act as the head of Warner Bros. (of course they weren't using the real guy, he wasn't an actor!) were all hired for this new cartoon show.

On the last day of auditions, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot were sitting in the office, looking very bored. That was before Steven burst in.

"I'VE GOT IT!"

The unexpected burst caused Dot to scream in fright, Wakko to fall forward, and Yakko to fall backward. "Got what?" asked Yakko, recovering.

"A name for the show. Sorry for scaring you, but this just came for me. People will think that you're animated, and you'll be acting like maniacs."

"The Animated Maniacs?" asked Wakko, puzzled.

"That's too much of a mouthful. My idea was Animaniacs."

"Faboo!" cried Wakko, climbing up on the desk and sitting on it.

"Wow!" cried Dot.

"Bravo! Congratulations for finally thinking of something!" cried Yakko. "Took you long enough…"

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" said Steven.

This little bald doctor guy came in. "Um, hello. Is zis vere ze auditions are?"

Yakko immediately sat down and tried to look formal. "That is correct, sir! Take a seat, take a number, take a hike, take a bath, take a nap, and get me some coffee. So, what brings you here, good doctor? Do you need money, or just really want to wait on me hand and foot that badly?"

The doctor gave Yakko an annoyed look, but chose to ignore his questions. "I vould like to audition for ze children's television show… I guess."

"Oh, don't let Yakko scare you out of it," said Dot.

"It vasn't him," said the doctor. "I don't really vant to do zis at all. Vell, maybe a bit. But it vas my nurse who brought me here in ze first place. She has a cousin who is an actress and I guess zat she talked her into it. Zen my nurse talked me into it."

Wakko looked at Yakko for a few seconds. Yakko then giggled and nodded. Dot knew that they were doing that thinking thing again. She chose to ignore it. "So, you have a nurse! Is she here?"

"Ja, she is outside. Miss Nurse?"

"Yes, Dr. Scratchinsniff?" came the reply.

"Could you come in here, please?"

"Her last name is Nurse?" asked Dot. "And she's a nurse? Weird." Dot turned and looked at her brothers, waiting for them to jump on that.

Nothing.

Dot looked back at the door and saw this nurse that Dr. Scratchinsniff was talking about. Thick, gleaming blonde hair; beautiful shapely eyes; porcelain, blemish-free skin; full, red lips; a killer figure—she looked like a woman in those old Tex Avery cartoons where the guy who laid eyes on her stamped his feet, had hearts in his eyes, whistled like a maniac, and basically lost all control.

"Oh boy," she muttered, looking at Yakko and Wakko. Just as she suspected, their eyes were bulging and their mouths were hanging open.

No one said anything for a moment.

The nurse was looking at Wakko and Yakko a little angrily. "This is what all males do when they see me. Even little boys like them!"

Yakko and Wakko continued to stare; Yakko's eyes were dangerously close to ogling right between her breasts.

Dr. Scratchinsniff introduced her. "Zis is my nurse, Miss Hannah Nurse."

Wakko finally spoke. "Hellooooo Nurse," he said, in an awed tone of voice.

"So, why do you want to act?" Dot asked Hannah.

Hannah shrugged. "My cousin, mostly. She was in a movie, and kept telling me how much fun she had. I trust my cousin a lot, so I decided to give it a try."

"Who is your cousin?" asked Steven.

"Jessica Rabbit," replied Hannah.

"Go fig," muttered Dot.

"Oh really!" said Steven. "I worked with her. Well, I'm going to hire you two. Your effect on the Warner brothers is rather funny, Miss Nurse."

"Um, you guys?" Wakko suddenly asked. "Yakko's still staring off into space. He isn't really looking at Hello Nurse here—"

"My name's Hannah," said Hannah angrily.

"What's wrong with him?" finished Wakko.

"As a psychiatrist, I may be able to help." Dr. Scratchinsniff examined Yakko closely. Yakko now looked sleepy, dozy, and yet strangely content, even enticed. "Hmmm, zis is very peculiar."

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" asked Wakko.

"How old is he?" asked Scratchy.

Wakko looked confused. "He's ten. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Hmm, I have never seen zis occur vith someone as young as he is, but I suppose it is possible."

"What is it?" asked Wakko and Dot.

"I think I have a feeling," said Steven.

"Oh, you and your Freud-ism," Hannah suddenly exclaimed. "No ten-year-old is capable of having a sex fantasy, and I don't care what you say."

Scratchy shook his head. "Not in ze sense zat you are thinking, Miss Nurse. However, like you said, you seem to have a… certain effect on all males, even boys as young as Yakko here. It's probably not as intense as you are thinking, but zere are probably some definite lustful thoughts up zere."

"Faboo," breathed Wakko.

"That's it," said Hannah. "I'm leaving." She quickly signed the contract that Steven had in front of her and walked away.

Scratchy signed his too. "I'm terribly sorry about zis, but Miss Nurse isn't very fond of males," he apologized. "Thanks for letting us be on ze show." He then left too.

Just then Yakko blinked and became conscious again. "Whooooooa…" he breathed in awe. "I thought I was too young to be thinking thoughts like that."

"Yeah, really!" yelled Dot. "Anyway, Miss 'Hello' Nurse, as she's been dubbed, and Dr. Scratchy have been hired, while you just sat there and were thinking about… things I shouldn't say!"

"It was that obvious?" asked Yakko. "Jeez, I feel real embarrassed."

Wakko looked jealous. "Why didn't I get to have a sex fantasy? It looked enjoyable."

"It's cause you're only eight, Wakko," said Steven.

"But Yakko's only ten! It's not fair!"

"Besides, it was not a sex fantasy!" Yakko exclaimed. "There was just a lot more human flesh involved than what is the accepted moral standard."

"Both of you are really gross," said Dot. "I don't want to listen to this." She walked off.

Wakko and Yakko looked at each other. Girls, Wakko thought.

Yakko grinned. "Yeah, ain't they something?"