Hello, Hooray
After telling the Warners about the mind-joining procedure, Vakko decided that he needed to go back to Witches, Doctors, and Witchdoctors, Inc. in the morning…well, when it opened, which wasn't exactly the morning. 'Maybe I can get the potency of the spell increased,' he thought.
In the meantime, he wanted to be tied up in case Xakko was able to seize control by way of sleepwalking again.
"I'll tie up the loose ends tomorrow," said Vakko.
"Speaking of tying up loose ends…" Yakko said, producing a long nylon rope.
After a few minutes, they were satisfied that Vakko's bindings were secure.
"Well," said Yakko, looking at the clock on the wall. "I'd have to say it's time to turn in."
"Turn in to what?" asked Wakko.
Dot sighed frustratingly. "How about a group of siblings that pledges to use recycled humor slightly less frequently?"
The three Warners looked at each other for a split second, and then broke out in hysterics. 'Yeah, right, like we would ever stop that!' was what the laughing implied.
Just as soon as the Warners were finished laughing, a voice was heard from the direction of the door. 'Forgetting something?" it said. The door slowly opened with lots of scary creaky noises.
"Hmm, sounds like that door needs oiling," says Yakko, writing himself a note to oil the door in the morning.
A shadow-ensconced figure stood in the doorway.
"I can't even see who's there, who is it?" said Vakko.
The shadow ensconced figure spoke. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you of all people should know who I am. I was conceived on the same day as you, after all," the female voice said.
A look of concern came over Vakko's face as he realized what her comment indicated. "Oh, no." He said. "I thought the lab records said that they had destroyed you!"
"Well, you should stop making assumptions. They can become dangerous," she said.
"Okkay, that's it. I need to see her to figure out who she is," said Wakko, grabbing a huge spotlight (like from the Fox logo) out of his Wakky Sack.
The spotlight revealed a figure that was definitely Warner. She was older-looking than Dot, perhaps 19 or 20, and stood perhaps five feet, seven inches. She wore a black gown, torn and dirtied with mud and grass. She didn't seem concerned that one rip nearly revealed her left nipple. (((A/N: Well, there goes the PG rating…))) But she must have been using invisible tape or something because it was obvious that she had good support despite no bra being visible. (((A/N: Definitely not PG anymore…))) The gown had obviously been longer, but had been ripped to halfway up the shins so that she wouldn't have much of a chance to trip on it. Instead of a pretty flower holding her ears in form, a wilting black rose with only three petals left was placed haphazardly in her dirty black hair, which was grown to the middle of her back. Her ears hung loosely; she showed no effort to hold them up like Yakko did despite him having nothing to hold them up. Like Xakko, she had retractable claws, noticeable due to a large rip in one of her shoes, which would have been quite nice red ones if they weren't so beat up (surprisingly, they looked like about a size ten despite the average Warner having huge feet.) She also wore no gloves.
"You wouldn't leave me out of the fun, would you?" she said, with a grin that would normally look very innocent and even cute if she hadn't been drenched in mud.
"Who are you?" said Dot.
The smile on the as-yet unnamed character turned from thin to toothy, more so on one side, forming an evil sneer; her head bowed slightly, allowing some hair to fall in front of her eyes, while she continued to fix her gaze on Dot; her brow dipped. "My name is Countess Jezebel Carlotta Cynthia Sylvia Macadamia Anna Jo Fresca The Thirteenth-Or-So," she said, "but you may call me Dottie. I've come here to kill you."
