(AN: AAAAAAHHHHHH! I CAN'T WRITE! You know what else I'm writing right now? The movie Dumob, as told by Dumbo-thus, with a baby's vocabulary! It's just an excuse for my terrible writing right now. (I'm not done with it yet, and I might not ever be. Ha, there you go.) Aargh! What happened? Well, anyway, here's chapter four. I warned you.-it ain't gonna be pretty.
Hey, one more thing. Today is February 1, 2003, Yakko's twenty-first birthday. He can buy alcohol! Okay, on with the story.
Seriously, this is it. I just wanted to apologize that this chapter is so short. Okay, here we go. I mean it.)
The siblings' birthdays came and went, and they all got through them alright and in fairly good health, although it could have been a lot better. Dot was now speaking in short fragments of sentences, rarely more than three words at a time.
At the time this chapter starts, the siblings were still in one of their "low times"--no money and little food. Wakko woke up that morning. The now three-year-old's stomach was growling ravenously. He hadn't had a real meal in two days. He stretched and felt another hunger pain jab at him. "I'm hungry," he complained.
Then his eyes grew wide.
Yakko, who had been sitting a couple of feet away at the entrance of the alley drawing meaningless lines in the sand with a stick, slowly looked up and around him. He then looked at Wakko. "Did you see who said that?"
Wakko nodded. "…I did."
Yakko's eyes grew even larger than Wakko's had. "Wakko… you can talk?"
Wakko laughed, a real laugh, not the silent ones he usually had, and shrugged. "I guess so. And I'm hungry. Let's see if we can find any money."
Yakko laughed too, and hugged Wakko. "Yes, that's a very good idea! I'm hungry too, and I bet Dottie is also."
"DOT!" cried Dot, who was just waking up.
"Yes, yes, yes, Dot," muttered Yakko.
Wakko smiled at Dot. "Don't get too mad. You know how he is."
Dot gasped. "Wakko…?"
The exuberance of finally being able to communicate with his sister was too much for Wakko. He picked her up and hugged her. "Yes, I really am talking, Dottie!"
Dot's eyes darkened. "DOT!"
Yakko laughed. "You're as bad as me, Wakko. How did you learn to talk?"
Wakko shrugged. "I don't know. I was hungry, so I just… well, complained. Sorry. It just happened. All this time I've been trying to learn how to talk, and then it suddenly just comes out! But enough about that. I'm STILL hungry!"
"Yeah, let's go get some food," Yakko agreed, and Dot nodded her head vigorously.
The three siblings were crouched and hidden in some bushes near a busy street. Yakko shook his head. "No, Wakko, I couldn't. That would be stealing."
"Oh, come on. It looks just like some fundraiser to help needy people. That's us, isn't it?" said Wakko.
Yakko looked at the man standing by the money pot (kinda like what the Salvation Army has at Christmas, but since it was May… aw, just forget it) and shook his head again. "But what if we ask him if we can have some money, and he gets mad at us? Or turns us in, or something?"
Wakko gave Yakko a look that clearly said, "Duh". "If you're worried about that, then just take it when he's not looking."
"But that WOULD be stealing!" cried Yakko. "Look, this is ridiculous. Let's go find some easier way to get money."
Wakko rolled his eyes, but the look on his face indicated forfeit. Yakko stood up and held Dot's hand, and looked at Wakko, to see if he was following them or not. At that time, the one thought running through Wakko's mind was, ~If he's not going to take it, then I'm just gonna take it myself!~
"Oh no, you're not," said Yakko firmly.
Wakko looked confused. "No, I'm not what?"
"Going to take it yourself."
Wakko pouted. "I didn't say anything!"
Yakko laughed somewhat evilly. "It appears I can still read your thoughts! Ha ha ha! What are you going to do about that?"
"Talk constantly," muttered Wakko. He looked back at the fundraiser thing and noticed the man had left to go get a hotdog a block or so down. ~I'm going in!~
"Wait!" cried Yakko, trying to grab him, but it was too late. Yakko was about to run after his brother, but Dot held him back.
"No!" she shrieked.
Yakko looked back at Dot. "What are you doing, encouraging your brother to be a thief?"
Dot gave Yakko huge puppy-dog eyes. "Hungry! Want food!" she wailed piteously.
Unable to contend with his sister's cuteness, Yakko sighed and said, "Alright… after all, that money IS probably going to help homeless people or something, which we are…"
Wakko came back with the money. "That was easy enough. You should try it."
"How much did you get?" asked Yakko.
~How should I know!~ thought Wakko. ~I'm three years old! I can't count!~
"Alright, give me it," said Yakko, taking the money from Wakko's hand. "Sheesh, Wakko, thirty-seven dollars? What's wrong with you?"
"What?" asked Wakko. "I told you, I didn't know how much I took. I just reached in and grabbed some!"
"Well, about six or seven dollars would have been enough," muttered Yakko.
"Oh well," shrugged Wakko. "This will last awhile."
Dot laughed at her brothers' fighting, but then choked out a quick cough.
"Oh no!" cried Yakko, stooping down to his sister's level and placing his hand on her forehead. "She's sick! And she's running a fever!"
"Yakko," sighed Wakko, "she's not going to die of a cough." He too placed a hand on Dot's forehead. "And it's just a tiny fever. It's hard to tell if she has one at all. She could have just had spit stuck in her throat or something."
Yakko shook his head worriedly. (Is that a word? Well, my spell check isn't saying anything, so I guess it is..) "Oh, I don't know…"
Dot didn't look sick at all, just mad. "Hungry!" she shrieked.
"Oh, right," said Yakko quickly. "I'm hungry too. Let's go to McDonald's or something. Wakko can treat!"
"Oh, ha ha, very funny," muttered Wakko.
Hey, one more thing. Today is February 1, 2003, Yakko's twenty-first birthday. He can buy alcohol! Okay, on with the story.
Seriously, this is it. I just wanted to apologize that this chapter is so short. Okay, here we go. I mean it.)
The siblings' birthdays came and went, and they all got through them alright and in fairly good health, although it could have been a lot better. Dot was now speaking in short fragments of sentences, rarely more than three words at a time.
At the time this chapter starts, the siblings were still in one of their "low times"--no money and little food. Wakko woke up that morning. The now three-year-old's stomach was growling ravenously. He hadn't had a real meal in two days. He stretched and felt another hunger pain jab at him. "I'm hungry," he complained.
Then his eyes grew wide.
Yakko, who had been sitting a couple of feet away at the entrance of the alley drawing meaningless lines in the sand with a stick, slowly looked up and around him. He then looked at Wakko. "Did you see who said that?"
Wakko nodded. "…I did."
Yakko's eyes grew even larger than Wakko's had. "Wakko… you can talk?"
Wakko laughed, a real laugh, not the silent ones he usually had, and shrugged. "I guess so. And I'm hungry. Let's see if we can find any money."
Yakko laughed too, and hugged Wakko. "Yes, that's a very good idea! I'm hungry too, and I bet Dottie is also."
"DOT!" cried Dot, who was just waking up.
"Yes, yes, yes, Dot," muttered Yakko.
Wakko smiled at Dot. "Don't get too mad. You know how he is."
Dot gasped. "Wakko…?"
The exuberance of finally being able to communicate with his sister was too much for Wakko. He picked her up and hugged her. "Yes, I really am talking, Dottie!"
Dot's eyes darkened. "DOT!"
Yakko laughed. "You're as bad as me, Wakko. How did you learn to talk?"
Wakko shrugged. "I don't know. I was hungry, so I just… well, complained. Sorry. It just happened. All this time I've been trying to learn how to talk, and then it suddenly just comes out! But enough about that. I'm STILL hungry!"
"Yeah, let's go get some food," Yakko agreed, and Dot nodded her head vigorously.
The three siblings were crouched and hidden in some bushes near a busy street. Yakko shook his head. "No, Wakko, I couldn't. That would be stealing."
"Oh, come on. It looks just like some fundraiser to help needy people. That's us, isn't it?" said Wakko.
Yakko looked at the man standing by the money pot (kinda like what the Salvation Army has at Christmas, but since it was May… aw, just forget it) and shook his head again. "But what if we ask him if we can have some money, and he gets mad at us? Or turns us in, or something?"
Wakko gave Yakko a look that clearly said, "Duh". "If you're worried about that, then just take it when he's not looking."
"But that WOULD be stealing!" cried Yakko. "Look, this is ridiculous. Let's go find some easier way to get money."
Wakko rolled his eyes, but the look on his face indicated forfeit. Yakko stood up and held Dot's hand, and looked at Wakko, to see if he was following them or not. At that time, the one thought running through Wakko's mind was, ~If he's not going to take it, then I'm just gonna take it myself!~
"Oh no, you're not," said Yakko firmly.
Wakko looked confused. "No, I'm not what?"
"Going to take it yourself."
Wakko pouted. "I didn't say anything!"
Yakko laughed somewhat evilly. "It appears I can still read your thoughts! Ha ha ha! What are you going to do about that?"
"Talk constantly," muttered Wakko. He looked back at the fundraiser thing and noticed the man had left to go get a hotdog a block or so down. ~I'm going in!~
"Wait!" cried Yakko, trying to grab him, but it was too late. Yakko was about to run after his brother, but Dot held him back.
"No!" she shrieked.
Yakko looked back at Dot. "What are you doing, encouraging your brother to be a thief?"
Dot gave Yakko huge puppy-dog eyes. "Hungry! Want food!" she wailed piteously.
Unable to contend with his sister's cuteness, Yakko sighed and said, "Alright… after all, that money IS probably going to help homeless people or something, which we are…"
Wakko came back with the money. "That was easy enough. You should try it."
"How much did you get?" asked Yakko.
~How should I know!~ thought Wakko. ~I'm three years old! I can't count!~
"Alright, give me it," said Yakko, taking the money from Wakko's hand. "Sheesh, Wakko, thirty-seven dollars? What's wrong with you?"
"What?" asked Wakko. "I told you, I didn't know how much I took. I just reached in and grabbed some!"
"Well, about six or seven dollars would have been enough," muttered Yakko.
"Oh well," shrugged Wakko. "This will last awhile."
Dot laughed at her brothers' fighting, but then choked out a quick cough.
"Oh no!" cried Yakko, stooping down to his sister's level and placing his hand on her forehead. "She's sick! And she's running a fever!"
"Yakko," sighed Wakko, "she's not going to die of a cough." He too placed a hand on Dot's forehead. "And it's just a tiny fever. It's hard to tell if she has one at all. She could have just had spit stuck in her throat or something."
Yakko shook his head worriedly. (Is that a word? Well, my spell check isn't saying anything, so I guess it is..) "Oh, I don't know…"
Dot didn't look sick at all, just mad. "Hungry!" she shrieked.
"Oh, right," said Yakko quickly. "I'm hungry too. Let's go to McDonald's or something. Wakko can treat!"
"Oh, ha ha, very funny," muttered Wakko.
