March 4, 2005: Yakko picked up the phone and hit number one on the speed dial. Doctor Otto Von Scratchansniff answered. (((A/N: And if you think I'm going to go through all of the trouble of spelling out his accent, you've got another thing coming.)))
"Hello?" said the doctor.
"Guess who?" said Yakko.
"So now you're starting phone calls with the names of 70's Canadian rock bands instead of 'hello'?" said Scratchy.
Yakko did a double take. Had Dr. Scratchansniff just made a dumb joke, or was he just getting slow in the head? He shook his head once, quickly, blinking at the same time, and went on with the conversation.
"Did you ever get back those ink sample results from that day where you showed us free movies and wanted only our ink-blood in return?" asked Yakko. "That price of admission is too high to charge for just the movies. We wanna know the results!"
There was a brief pause. "Oh my, I completely forgot!" said the doc. "How embarrassing. I'll call the lab right now."
Yakko rolled his eyes. "Nice to know you're looking after us, Scratchy," he said, and hung up the phone.
Wakko, who had overheard the entire conversation (well, not so much overheard as listened on another line,) inquired, "so what video game do we play in the meantime? Infected Rusty Hook Battle™ or Satanic Pimp War Inside A Morgue™ or Tony Stewart's NASCAR Racing™?"
"I don't know," said Dot. "They all seem so violent to me." Smirking, she said, "just pick the most violent one."
"Tony Stewart it is," said Wakko.
