Okkay, this is my first A! fic...so don't expect much. I had fun writeing it, anyways. Oh, and there WILL be MANY MAJOR spelling mistakes, so if that bothers you, ya might not wanna read this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story, and I'm not makeing any money offa it. So please don't sue me.

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Morning came alot earlier that day, if you asked anyone liveing in Burbank. The bright oarnge sun crept through windows and onto the few plains. The wind blew slightly, blowing a stray piece of garbage accross the vaccant studio lot. All seemed peacefull. And for now, it was. But today would change many lives, maybe forever.

A tall water tower, that towered over the whole Burbank studio lot, gleamed in the early morning sunlight. To anyone who lived close to here (and those who didn't, for that matter), that tower housed complete mayem. Surely, a nuthouse would pale in comparason. For within that WB water tower, lived three crazy, delinquet kids. Nobody knew exactly what they were, few knew how they came to be. For people who didn't understand, the Warner siblings were just three kids who couldn't take it anymore, and fianally snapped. Some of them feel bad for them, haveing lost their sanity at such a young age. But the few people who understand, the people who were THERE when the Warners were "born", know that they have alwase been this way.

Dr. Otto Scratchensnif, the studio's official psychyotrist, sighed deeply as he drank his morning coffee. He turned his chair to face his office window, which looked out over the water tower.

'Heh. It must be early. Not even the Warners are up yet.' he silently mused. He sighed again, put his coffee down, and put his face in his hands. He hadn't been able to sleep long that night, for he was plagued by a horrable nightmare, the horrable images flashed through his mind whenever he would attempt to sleep. He let his tired mind drift back to what he had seen the previouse night. Broken images of the whole world laying in ruins, barren plains and dried up seas. He tore away from his memory, not wanting to see any more.

Now, being a psychyotrist, Dr. Scratchensnif knew that dreams are not to be taken literaly, but something told him that this was different.

"Heh. I vill haveto keep a close eye on ze Varner brozerz today." he said aloud, only half jokeing to nobody in particular. He instantly scolded himself for blameing the siblings for something so haorrable. While it was true they could cause quite alot of mayhem, they never actually hurt anybody, well not perminantly, anyway. Dr. Scratchensnif was the only person in the world who, after two years of being their unnsecessfull psychyotrist, didn't mind their company. Although he had long given up on WHAT exactly they were, he realized the only thing that really mattered. They were orphans. The oldest of the three, Yakko, had to be only eleven, his siblings were seven and six. It pained the doctor to know they were so young and already on their own. What pained him more was the fact that they would alwase be...well, kids. And when the doctor looked back on it, the reason why he cared so much, was because they had become, in his eyes, the kids he never had...or wanted. And unlike everyone elce in the world, he had began to understand them, well as much as one can understand a toon.

"Doctor?...Doctor?" Mrs. Nurse's voice broke him out of his thoughts, makeing him spill his coffee he had picked back up. He whipped around to face her, and laphed sheepishly.

"Oh! Heh heh, yes, Mrs. Nurse?" he asked, soaking up the spilled coffee with a napkin he just happened to have. She rolled her eyes, and silenlty asked herself why she was still here.

"The Warners will be here soon. Just thought you'd like to know." she relpied, as she quickly walked back out the door and around the corner. Dr. Scratchensnif didn't need to ask where she was going; ever since that akward happening with Yakko, she had made sure not to be around when the Warners were.

"Yea, okay." he replied to nobody, still faceing the window. Soon, he heard the door burst open (and maybe fall off), and he sighed with a smile on his face. This is how his day would begin every morning.

Instantly, the doctor had two puppy-like cratures hanging off of him, the smaller one kissed him slopply in the cheek.

"Scratchy! How are ya?" he asked, excited.

"Yea! Didja miss us?" The taller one asked. The doctor growled in agravation, tyring all the while not to laph. In one quick motion, he grabbed them both my their tails, walked over to the couch, and plopped them down on it. Yakko landed on his backside with an "Ooof!". Wakko landed on his stomach. Dot was already sitting there.

"Now. We'vek got lots ov vork to do today. But first I-" wait, Dot was already sitting there? And she hadn't even said word. Dr. Scratchensnif turned his gaze to her. She was, indeed, sitting there, doing nothing. Her body was there, but her mind seemed to be elcewhere. She seemed to be stareing at her oldest brother, but her gaze went right through him. A look of deep sadness rested upon her face. A wave of paternal feeling he didn't know he had, swept over him and he felt worry for her.

"Dot?...Dot, are you feelink okay?" he asked the little girl. She didn't answer.

"She had a bad dream." Wakko answered for her.

"Yea, she woke up screaming this morning, and she's been like that ever since. Whattda make of it, doc?" Yakko quipped. Dr. Scratchensnif scratched his head.

"Hmmm. I don't know. Dot, can you hear me?...Dot?" he tried. A few moments passed before she spoke. And even then it was hardly autiable.

"It was...horrable. Everything was... gone. Just...nothing!" she whispered, tears streaming down her face now. Yakko scooped his baby sister up in his arms in a comforting hug. She cried into his fur, while he tried to sooth her. Wakko just sat there and gave his sister a symphethic look; he had never seen his sister cry before. It made him sad, and he didn't know why.

Dr. Scratchensnif, on the other hand, was feeling a buch of different things now. He was for Dot, and at the same time surprised to see how her older brother had reacted to it. He truely was, the big brother.

"Shh, shhh, it's okay. We're never going away! Not without you, sis." Yakko cooed. Dot seemed to calm down a bit.

"You...you don't understand. Everything was gone, the studio, the tower, everything!" she whined, looking up at her brother. Yakko sighed and shook his head.

"But Dot, it was only a dream. Everything's okay now. So wipe those tears away; you're too cute when you cry." he said. Dot smiled, much to the relief of everyone in the room.

"I'm alwase too cute." Dot replied. Yakko rolled his eyes. Yep, his sister was back.

Dr. Scratchensnif wiped a tear from his eye, fighting back the thought that Dot had had the same dream as he did. He was about to say something, when the room began to shake. Seconds later, the explosion was heard. Windows shattered all around, the walls began to crumble. Yakko, Dot, and Dr. Scratchensnif all turned to Wakko, who looked as terrafied as they did.

"Well, it wasn't me!" he replied, bewildered. Without another word, they all ran out the door, hopeing to Mell Gibson it wasn't anything serouse. But in the back of the doctor's mind, he knew it would be worse than anyone ever imagined...

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Okkay, that's the first chapter. It might take me awhile to get the second one up... Anyways, what do ya think so far?