I have changed the name of the story from 'More then a slight punishment' to "A Tragic Mistake" due to the fact that I think A tragic mistake sounds much better, and a few of my friends told me that "More then a slight punishment" sounded inappropriate if you didn't know what it was about.
I would really appreciate it if you guys reviewed. I really need some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, that is the only way I can become a better writer! So please make sure to tell me what you do and don't like about my writing. I wont be offended if you don't like something, trust me.
By the way, I'm sorry for having a considerably short chapter. I was pressed for time and I wanted to get this chapter out of the way.
Yakko sighed as he and Scratchy exited the convenience store. Once Yakko had calmed down, Scratchy had told Yakko that they would find Wakko together. After Foghorn had told them that he never came back into the studio, they assumed he ran off somewhere. They searched high and low, yet found no clue as to where Wakko was. They tried every store, every arcade, every theater, anywhere that they thought Wakko may have ran off to.
Before he and Scratchy went to look, he went back to the Tower and told Dot what happened. She was of course worried, but not quite as panicked as Yakko was. She told him that he was probably at the park or something. He calmed down a bit after hearing that, assuming that he would probably find him on the playground, then their lives could return to normal. He told her to stay in the studio just in case he came back without Yakko noticing. She doubtfully agreed, with only a few complaints.
Yakko felt his heart sink deeper into his stomach after each place they searched. They searched every corner of every place they went to, still finding no sign of Wakko. The convenience store was the final place that Wakko may have run off to. Once that was searched, Yakko gave up.
"Do you think he would run away?" Yakko asked as he tiredly plopped himself on a bench. Desperation was beginning to etch itself on his face.
"Of course not! He loves you Vakko!. Zat is ze last zing I vould expect him to do!" Said Scratchy, trying yet failing to bring Yakko's mood up.
"Then that means something happened to him! We have to call the police!" Yakko said, annoyance and fear in his voice.
Yakko had tried to call the police before, but Scratchy had told him that he was making a bigger deal of this than what was necessary, saying that he was just 'At the playground' or 'At the candy store'.
"Ok Vakko, ve can call ze police." Scratchy said with the sound of defeat in his voice.
Scratchy dug around in his pocket, searching for his cellphone. He pulled his cellphone out and gave it to Yakko. Yakko snatched it from his hands and immediately began dialing the three digit number.
"911, what is your emergency?" The phone operator spoke.
Yakko almost froze. He'd never had to dial 911 before.
"We need the police! My brother is missing and I can't find him!" Yakko almost yelled. He was scared. He wanted the police to get there as soon as possible.
"Calm down, sir. What is your location?" The operator asked.
"Warner Brothers studio entrance." Yakko said to the operator. Fear and sadness had filled his voice. He felt like he wanted to cry.
But he wasn't going to. He needed to be tough, work this out and deal with it like the mature older brother that he is. Yakko mentally slapped himself for losing his cool earlier in the day. He was usually more level-headed.
"OK, sir. We will send a dispatch right away." Said the operator.
Yakko hung up the phone, and handed it back to Scratchy. Scratchy took the phone, then shoved it back into his pocket.
Even though they were at a convenience store, Yakko had told the operator that they were at the entrance to the Studio. He said that because he knew they were about to head back. After all, they were only one block away.
Ugh. What a horrible dream! Wait a minute...
Wakko's eyes snapped open at the realization that his 'dream' was a lot more real than he thought it was. As he sat up, his heart sank as he looked around. He realized where he was. He was back in the back of that car, with those two men in the front seat. It was different this time though. This time, he couldn't move or talk.
His hands and feet were tied together, and he had a gag ball shoved into his mouth. He sat up. He then struggled and attempted to break free, but it was all in vain.
Wakko laid back down, accepting the fact that there was no way to get out of this. He wasn't strong enough to break the ropes. He wasn't clever enough to figure out how to unlock the bracelet that restricted his toon powers. He wasn't charismatic enough to convince his captors to let him go. But worst of all, he wasn't smart enough to stay in the tower when Yakko wasn't home.
This is all my fault...
Wakko's heart was filled with not only fear, but sadness and desperation. He was terrified, but also sorry. He wanted nothing more than to go home and see his siblings.
Yakko...
Tears began forming in his eyes as he began thinking about his older brother. How worried he must be right now, or even worse, thinking that Wakko ran away from him. Wakko was angry and confused when Yakko punished him. It was a possibility that Yakko could think that he may have ran away.
Wakko began crying, desperately hoping that his brother did not think that he'd ran away. His cries were very muffled due to the gag ball in his mouth.
He hoped Yakko was looking for him. He needed someone to find him, because he wasn't gonna be able to get out of this one on his own.
Where are they taking me? What are they going to do to me?
Wakko's sadness was replaced with fear as he began to think about where he was being taken.
He had heard stories about people who hated toons. People who think that toons deserve nothing but misery, sadness, and hopelessness. People who think that toons were nothing but a bunch of objects made for their entertainment.
Just the other day Wakko had seen a news story about a gang of humans called the Toon Collectors, TC for short, that were extremely racist against toons. They were on the news due to a mugging of a local toon that lived in an apartment a few blocks away from the studio. Wakko had been scared when he saw that story, but he calmed down after finding out that the toon that was mugged had not been severely hurt.
TC had been around for a while, but they hadn't really done anything despite a few protests and minor vandalisms. They had never actually attacked anyone, until the mugging of that toon. It stirred quite a few people up, causing several toons to make sure they locked their doors at night. Even Yakko was kind of nervous, but he got over it once he told his siblings that 'as long as we don't wander down any dark allies, then we will be fine'.
Wakko attempted to smile at the memory of his brother, but the gag ball refused to let him. He began thinking about all the fun stuff he had done with his brother.
"I can't do it Yakko! Its too high!" Wakko yelled from the top of a diving board, fear engraved on his face.
"Come one Wak! You can do it! People jump off it all the time and no one has ever gotten hurt! Also, I'm right down here to catch you once you land." Yakko said with his arms out, ready to pull his brother out from underneath the water.
Wakko jumped. He was completely silent on his way down. He hit the water with the speed of a bullet, and he hardly even made a splash.
Yakko grabbed Wakko from underneath the water. He pulled him up and held him so that he didn't sink.
"You did it! You did it Wakko!" Yakko exclaimed excitedly to his little brother, who was shaking in fear with his eyes closed tight.
Wakko slowly opened his eyes, realizing that Yakko had him.
"I... I guess I did. I did it! I finally did it!" Wakko excitedly yelled. Wakko became loose in his brothers arms once he realized that he no longer had to try and stay afloat.
Wakko faintly laughed at the memory. The diving board was always a big fear of his. Yakko had done it, all his friends had done it, even Dot had done it, but Wakko had always been too scared.
Wakko wasn't the strongest swimmer. He was able to stay afloat, but he wasn't at all confident in the water.
He sighed, wishing he could re-live the memory. With the good memory still fresh in his mind, he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep on good terms. He tossed and turned, wishing that he at least had a pillow to rest his head on.
