(Look, I updated. And I still had one month before you emailed me and yelled at me. I am really not satisfied with this story. I don't seem to be actually telling a story, I'm just writing it for the sake of writing something, and I think it shows. But since I've been leaving you on a cliffhanger for three months, I might as well relieve you. There'll probably be only one more chapter after this. Hey, to give you an update on my life (this is like my internet journal or something) I had to play the piano in church today and there was initiation for Job's. I thought I had my part memorized but then I realized I had a whole other part to learn. I don't have too much on the agenda for the next two weeks, so hopefully I can write and post the last chapter by then. Okay, enjoy.)

Well, there's a first time for everything, and that day was the first time Yakko got to ride in an ambulance. The medics were yammering questions at him and Wakko, and since Wakko was really in too much pain to answer, Yakko had to answer all their questions.

"For the last time, we don't have parents, and no, I can't remember ever having them either!" shouted Yakko.

"My leg hurts!" Wakko cried out.

"Oh good! She's breathing!" cried the medic who had been giving Dot CPR. "She's still unconscious, though…"

After a few minutes of this, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. With much hustle and bustle the medics ran Wakko to one room and Dot to another.

"Where do I go?" asked Yakko.

"Uh… go with your brother," said one, distracted.

Yakko shrugged and followed the ones leading Wakko off. He highly doubted they even knew he was there.

Meanwhile Wakko was being placed on a bed. A doctor hurried in and took a quick glance at Wakko. "We'll have to put your leg in a cast," he said, immediately glancing at some papers on his clipboard.

Yakko poked his head in through the door. "Uh, can I come in, please? Somebody told me to come here, but I don't think he knew what--"

"Sure, sure," said the doctor hurriedly, pushing Yakko in. Wakko managed to stand up a little in his bed.

"Jeez, Wakko!" cried Yakko. "What happened?"

"It was terrible!" moaned Wakko. "This crazed guy with a bright suit and a white and red face pulled out a gun and started shooting it!"

"What happened to Dot?" asked Yakko frantically.

Wakko shrugged. "You think I know? I thought she died! I was too busy trying to get away from that… that MONSTER to waste time trying to figure out what happened to Dot!"

"Waste time?" screamed Yakko. "Waste time knowing what happened to your SISTER?"

"Look, I had her that whole time! I was just trying to get both of us outta there so that that crazy guy didn't shoot her, too! If I wondered what was wrong with her in there, we might both be dead now!"

"You're right," muttered Yakko. "Sorry I yelled at you. It's just… you shouldn't have let me sleep!"

"No, you needed to sleep. I just shoulda gone potty somewhere else!"

The doctor pushed Yakko out of the room. "Wait out here, please, I must fix up your brother's leg."

"But-" Yakko started to object. Too late. He found himself out in the waiting room.

During the next few days, Wakko's leg got bandaged up and Dot's condition improved greatly. (You can tell I'm not really that much into writing this, can you?) The doctors and nurses not only healed Yakko's younger siblings, they also took care of the three of them as though they were some sort of shared children of the hospital. They let the three of them stay in the same room, feed them delicious food, and purchased them new clothes and toys.

"This is great!" cried Wakko, managing somehow to jump on his bed with his bandaged leg. "I wanna stay here for the rest of my life!"

"Me too!" said Dot happily, making a pyramid with large letter blocks.

Yakko sat, distracted, looking out of the window at the setting sun. "I don't know, you guys. People aren't just this nice to people they don't even know."

"Jeez, Yakko, not everyone is out to get us like you think!" said Wakko, still smiling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth characteristically. Then he let out a loud, long belch, also characteristically.

"You're probably right, Wakko, but still…" Yakko let his voice trail off. Then he sat up suddenly. "I need to go potty!"

"Have fun!" said Dot, knocking over her pyramid.

Yakko rounded the familiar corner to the bathroom, the only thing on his mind being how much he had to pee. Just as he was about to pee, however, he heard a voice saying, "…we've lulled them into a false sense of security."

Yakko stopped short, his bladder forgotten. That was one of the nurses that took care of him and his siblings! He heard the doctor talking next. "Yes, you are right. Soon, we can medically alter them so that they look even more like dogs! Think of the money we'll get with three talking dogs! Ooooh, it's so much fun being an evil medical worker!"

Yakko's breath got stuck in his throat. He darted into the bathroom and caught his breath.

How could they do this to them? Yakko felt terrible; his gut instinct was right, they were out to get him. How could he tell Wakko and Dot? Yakko gave a strangled sigh. Wakko liked to think he was the only one who really knew how his siblings thought, but Yakko knew that was wrong. He had, after all, known Wakko for three years. Wakko would just think that Yakko was making it up, and Dot would too, because the liked it here so much!

Wait… Wakko knew when people told the truth! Yakko felt so much better, thinking that. When Yakko told him, Wakko would KNOW that Yakko had overheard the evil medical workers talking, and…

Yakko smacked himself in the head. No, stupid! Wakko can't figure it out! If he could have, he would have already! His "figuring people out" sense had, for the first time, failed him. He should have already known that they were up to something, but… he didn't.

"Which brings me back to my first question: How do I tell Wakko and Dot?" asked Yakko to nobody in particular.

He had to get them out of there as soon as possible. That night. And Yakko slowly realized that he couldn't tell them, not until they were out of there. They'd try to stay. So he had to wait until they were both asleep…

Yakko clutched his head in aggravation. "I hope that'll be enough time," he moaned.

Then he suddenly stood up, remembering that he still had to pee.