Contrivance or Convenience, or, Smells Like Butter
Unknown to Dottie, the tranquilizer drug she used was mislabeled (((A/N: no wonder it took them so long to pass out.))) About an hour later, Yakko began to stir. Of course, he was still groggy, with his recollection of the events of about an hour ago not yet entering his mind. He thought he was still in bed. He very well may have just gone back to sleep if it were not for Xakko and Dottie leaving the door open on their way out. The sound and feel of the gentle breeze indicated to Yakko that something was amiss. As his eyes began to open, he saw two of the darts lying on the floor in front of him. The memory of the events came flooding back, and Yakko stumbled to his feet. The last thing he remembered as he passed out was that Wakko was right next to him, and now Wakko was nowhere to be seen. Also missing was Vakko.
Starting to feel an increase in his pulse, he went towards where he had last seen Dot. He found her, but she was still unconscious. Yakko had still not regained enough strength to carry Dot, but he dragged her to the door by her foot. His original intention was to drop her off at Dr. Scratchansniff's p-sychiatry office so Scratchy could take care of her while Yakko searched for Wakko and Vakko, but Dot started to stir as Yakko approached the door. He knew it would be pointless to argue with Dot about whether or not she should tag along.
Duct-taped to the door was a note. I'm too lazy to type it out, but it essentially said where Xakko and Dottie had gone. Dottie felt that the other two sibs would be too late, so the reasoning behind this was so that Yakko and Dot could see their brother's corpse; at least that's what the note said. In addition to that statement, it was also true that Xakko and Dottie wanted to lure Yakko and Dot into a situation for capture, so they could be eradicated as well.
Yakko knew exactly where to go. It was a lot of abandoned warehouses and aircraft hangars in the desert about 85 miles away. The problem was, walking 85 miles would take quite a long time. They needed a quicker mode of transportation.
"We need to steal a car," Yakko said as he headed down the ladder.
"But Yakko, stealing is wrong," Dot said. She wasn't quite awake enough yet to understand the gravity of the situation.
"hhh…here's the thing…" Yakko said. "Killing is wrong too, and if we don't get there quick enough, that's what those two are going to do to Wakko."
Yakko reached the bottom of the ladder and began looking around. "We can't be picky, we'll just have to take the first car that drives by, unless it's falling apart or something."
Lucky for them, a plot contrivance (or convenience, or hole) made it so that there was a brand new Humvee H2 (((A/N: wow, I guess it has been a while since I wrote this, the H3 is out now))) sitting right in from of Doctor Scratchansniff's p-sychiatry office, illuminated by a spotlight for some reason, and with angelic singing coming from somewhere. It was already running, with the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked…
"Thanks!" said Dot.
…And had heated seats. And a huge sound system already playing Foo Fighters.
Yakko and Dot both couldn't take it: Wakko wasn't here, but someone had to say it. "FABOO!" (((A/N: FABOO FIGHTERS!)))
Yakko and Dot made their way to the H2, but before they got there the owner came out of Scratchy's p-sychiatry building. (((A/N: Identified as the owner by holding the keys. Near-plot-hole averted!))) Yakko and Dot's hearts dropped. They obviously couldn't steal it right in front of her. But then they noticed who it was.
"BUTTER?" they said in unison.
"Oh, hi, dear!" she said to Yakko, and then came up to him and gave him a kiss.
Yakko was in a state of disbelief. "But the timeline…it's like June or July - I don't have a calendar - 2005, and you look 17 or 18 when you should be 15, or even 14…and also, when Ryan wrote the start of this story, Banjkazfan hadn't even created you!" (((A/N: As far as I know.)))
Butter shrugged. "Meh. Plot hole, plot convenience, call it what you want."
Dot was satisfied. "Works for me!" She said.
They hopped in the H2, Butter at the wheel and plenty of room for the other two in the front. Butter introduced another amenity. "Bubblegum-flavoured slurpee?" she asked. "Chocolate-mint ice cream?"
Butter, Yakko and Dot were just pulling onto the freeway at the same time Xakko and Dottie were pulling off of it, with Wakko perhaps on the way to his doom.
