Press, relax...press, relax...press, relax...
There he was, at the door of the hallway that lead to the living room, doing an exercise and watching his, could be said opressive siblings getting ready to go sliding. It was an unusually cold, pre-winterish November in Burbank, and they were all going sliding 'cause they loved the snow and were extremely excited to finaly experience the real winter in a town where it was usually 90 degrees at this time, could be even more.
Wakko Warner, the middle sibling, couldn't understand why. Why were they so opressive? His older brother, Yakko, was always in charge. He was like a parent to Wakko and Dot, his little sister. But what a case! You see, we have a favourite child story here! And, as you probably guessed, that was Dot. Call it whatever you want. I prefer to call it "the youngest goes with the oldest". First, there are way TOO MANY cases of this in the world. And second, it even makes sense! How?! Oh well, the oldest and the youngest are two opposites that go together. Yin and Yang, if you will. And the middle child? It's neither one nor the other. It's, as that one game's called, "the pig in the middle". Sounds rude, but that's the sad and gloomy truth.
Wakko prefered to do this exercise. That way he could process the many heavy toughts of this and that. But mostly of the opression. It wasn't like he was depressed, no. It was just...
"Wakko! We're done! You comin'?", asked Dot. Wakko quickly got off the door and went along with them.
While they were walking, he couldn't stop overthinking the fact he was that middle kid that actually...didn't belong. It hurt him so much. It hurt him to the point he wanted to cry. But he couldn't. He could do nothing to stop this. They'd probably say he's exadurating. They didn't understand. 'Cause they couldn't, didn't want to. More specificly, his brother. He couldn't understand he was doing something wrong while taking care of his siblings. He was being opressive, but didn't want to know. Dot, on the other hand, was being opressed as well. As much as she couldn't help being the favourite child, she'd also rather shed a tear at seeing her immediate older brother being opressed. But, again, she couldn't either. Every time she had a fight with the oldest, she wished deeply that she could mention Wakko and all the things Yakko did to him. That she could stand up for the middle Warner for once, being a rights fighter she was. You see, she'd fight for anyone's rights, not only female's. But she didn't have a choice now.
Wakko really loved his siblings, tough. Whatever they did, he'd just forgive them and wouldn't mind. They were his family, after all.
"Wak? You alright?", asked Yakko. Wakko snapped out of his overthinking and looked around. They were already there. "You ready?", asked Yakko. Wakko nodded, forcing a smile that looked real enough for them to belive it was genuine.
Come on! Gotta cheer up, and never, ever give up hope!
He sang the little tune in his head, and even cought himself humming silently. But none of the other two seemed to notice. Again.
Meanwhile in the toonist community center, two middle-aged men stood in front of a monitor, covered in ciggarete smoke, watching the trio head to the sliding park.
"Hey, how long do ya think does it take them to come there?", asked the first one. "Dunno, probably 10 mins or something. The question is, how long does it take us to get there", said the second one. "Hm...20?", the first one suggested. "Perfect", the second one said as an evil smirk formed on his covered in smoke face, "We don't have to hurry. We'll jump in just in time, while they're having a blast".
"Ok, you know the plan", he said, "We kiddnap them, take all of their toon powers, and then let them go and see how long will it take them to come home without toon speed". "Got it!", said the first one and they left.