Who Are You:

Believing Xakko to be incapacitated, the Warners approached Vakko.

"Thanks," said Yakko, "but who are you and where did you come from?" He had missed much of Vakko's explanation since he had been trapped under the T.V.

"I have chosen the name Vakko, and I was created in the same way (aims thumb at Xakko, over his shoulder) he was created. I assume he told you how that was?"

"Well, the 'long-story-short' version.

"Oh. Well, it is a long story, so we'll just have to wait until we are sure Xakko here is incapacitated. No time for too much talk, kids."

"KIDS? We're a quarter century old! How old are you?"

"Well, in that frame of mind, about 2 weeks old."

"Then what right do you have to call us kids?"

"The point is you are (makes quotation marks with his fingers) "5 or 6," "7 or 8" and "9 to 13," while I am "21.""

"Oh." This comment was from all of the Warner sibs.

"So, Xakko, how quote-unquote "old" are you?" asked Dot.

"I am ageless, I am forever!" he replied.

"Ooh, creepy."

"I prefer mysterious."

"Oh, okkay…Ooh, mysterious."

"Why, thank you."

"No problem."

"Sorry to interrupt," said Vakko, but the lab records I saw indicate that you have the physiology of an approximately 27-year-old toon."

"Oh…well…I didn't know," replied Xakko. "Okkay, so I'm "27"…just a sec, I'm gonna write that down…twen-ty-se-ven…okkay, thanks."

Wakko sternly lectured Xakko. "That's what you get for escaping so quickly. Next time, stick around for a while. You learn a lot about yourself, like we did from our best friend Lon Borax."

Xakko considered this. "Umm…yeah, sure. I'll keep that in mind for the next time I'm born. Thanks, I guess."

"Happy to be of service," said Wakko, grinning idiotically.

"And you certainly were of service," replied Xakko. "That brief break has allowed my wound to partially heal. I guess that injury chemical is mainly for pain rather than permanent damage."

"See, kids, I told you not to talk for too long," said Vakko. "Now we have to fight all over again."

"Well, excuuuse us," mocked Yakko. "By the way, although we do see your point about calling us kids, could you stop calling us that anyways? It's getting really annoying already."

Vakko relented. "Okkay, fine," he said.

"Uh, hello?" said Xakko. "Please direct your attention to the crazed maniac."

Xakko was answered with four voices (and four sets of rolling eyes.) "Okkay, fine."