After I decided to get back to writing this, I realized that I left off just when stuff started to happen. I'm a jerk.
I just realized, today (March 6, 2006) is exactly one year after first publishing this story! (And I last updated April 23, 2005.) Yikes.
Credit for getting me interested in continuing goes to banjkazfan, so that's who to thank/blame!
For those of you actually reading, you may have forgotten by now that (((A/N: Words.))) means that I, the author, am making a comment. The characters aren't supposed to be able to hear the comments (they're like a soliloquy or something,) but they don't cooperate and often criticize my interruptions.I actually had the next few chapters written nearly a year ago, just needed to proofread and consider plot holes. This makes me lazy, doesn't it?
Anyways, I've got some Sour Jubes and Winamp playing some rockin' tunes, so let's continue, shall we?Oh, I suggest reading the first part of the story if you haven't just done so. It'd be confusing otherwise.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Chapter 6 - What Took You So Long?Dottie stepped inside the tower and shut the door. (((A/N: Why it took her the better part of a year to do that is beyond me.))) Unfortunately for her, only one lamp was on, so most of the area from the door to the couch was dark. Unfortunate since the Wheel of Morality was in her path. After hearing the crash of Dottie tripping over it, Dot reached over and flipped on the overhead lights. Although the wheel was tipped over, it was now printing out a moral. Dottie grabbed it and began reading it aloud.
"Moral number 2," she said, and then paused, crumpled the paper, and continued. "Be afraid, be very afraid."
"That's not what it said!" said Wakko. "I want to know what it said!"
"No, no, that's what it said," said Dottie, shifting her eyes uneasily.
"Then hand it to me so I can read it," Yakko said.
Dottie stalled. "I'd, uh, like to, but I'm, uhhh, hungry." She then stuffed the paper into her mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed.
Vakko raised one of his eyebrows. (Pick one.)
Dot rolled her eyes.
Yakko scratched his head.
Wakko looked about normal.
"So how does it taste?" Wakko asked. "I made that paper myself."
Dottie hadn't been around for long, but she had gathered enough intelligence on the Warners to determine that Wakko did not necessarily make this paper out of, well, paper. She promptly turned around to throw up into a wastebasket.
In the process of turning around, Dottie allowed the Warners (well, the other Warners, since she is a Warner as well, but let's not get anal) to see that she had something strapped to her back. A gun.
A gun?
(((A/N: A gun?)))
"Relax," said Dottie. "It's just a tranquilizer gun."
(((A/N: Oh, that's a relief.
What?
Why are you four staring at me?
It is a relief.
What?
Well, it's better than a real gun, isn't it?)))
"Anyways, I got this gun at a nice little shop in Maine called Needful Things. The owner was so nice," said Dottie. "He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. As for the drug in the tranquilizer darts, I got that at a friendly little place last night that you might know about. It's called Witches, Doctors, and Witchdoctors, Inc."
Yakko raised his right arm, index finger pointing up, and opened his mouth to make some sort of a wisecrack or smart-alecky remark. Of course, if you have ever done that, you know that the majority of the time you also close your eyes at the beginning of the comment. This was a poor choice for Yakko, since it gave Dottie time to raise the tranquilizer gun and fire.
Yakko felt a sudden sharp pain in his right arm. His mouth was already open, so when he saw the dart, he let out a slow, "ooooOOWWWW!"
Yakko pulled the dart out of his arm and threw it on the floor. This was enough of a distraction for Dottie to fire another shot, this time at Wakko's back, as he tried to run away. Yakko went to his brother's side, the former already looking sluggish. Dot had used this time to try to make it to her room so she could lock the door and call the cops. But Dottie was too quick, and hit her in the back of the shoulder. At this time, Yakko was pulling out the dart from Wakko's back, and threw it on the floor next to the dart that had been in his arm. Dottie noticed that there was still some of the liquid in the dart that poured onto the ground from the needle's tip.
"Lucky for me, that's the extra-potent version," said Dottie, as Yakko fell to one knee and Wakko started to lean against him. "Even though you pulled it out early, it will still get the job done."
Vakko saw out of the corner of his eye that Dot had pulled her dart out, and was about to drop it on the floor. He knew that Dot getting into her room, locking the door, and calling the cops before she passed out was their only chance. He timed his yell at Dottie perfectly as the dart hit the ground, causing her to turn to him and not Dot.
"HEY!" he shouted at Dottie. "How about you untie me so we can have a fair fight?" He knew she wouldn't do that, but he needed to time the 'HEY!' with the dart hitting the ground, and that was the only thing he could think of to say to follow that statement or proclamation or edict or decree or whatever.
"Yeah, right," Dottie said. "I realize what you're trying to do…" She was cut off a bit by the sound of Yakko finally collapsing…on top of Wakko. While she was looking at the Warner brothers, Vakko stole a peek at the Warner sister. She was crawling, but still moving. As Dot reached for the door to her room, Vakko used the same previously successful tactic to cover up the sound of the creaky door.
"HEY!" he shouted at Dottie again. She turned back to him. Continuing in a firm voice so as to cover up any sounds Dot was making, he said, "now that they are incapacitated, I'm the only one to talk to. Yakko can't exactly insult you right now, so it's my turn."
Dottie wouldn't have any of it, though. She continued on with what she had planned to do. She leaned down close to Vakko, looked deep into his eyes, and said, "I'll have you back soon, my Xakko."
Vakko felt a rush of fear come over him. Dottie knew that Xakko was contained within him.
