Hey, so i'm really sorry that it took me this long to update. I have received quite a few flamed via PM, and that hasnt really encouraged me to continue writing. However, I have gotten over it and will now continue with this chapter! I would just like to say something first...

It doesn't matter how long it takes me to update, I will NEVER abandon this story. Sometimes it may take a month or 2 before I update, but it will NEVER be abandoned. So, enough of my ranting and on with the story! (also, i'm sorry if the paragraphing is a little weird, I had to use a new writer for this chapter)


All the worry, stress, and anxiety had taken its toll on Yakko and Dot. They were both exhausted. Yakko was struggling to keep his eyes opened, and Dot had fallen asleep a few times also. They both wanted nothing more than to go home.

But they couldn't.

Not until the police said they could anyway.

They have been at the police station for about two hours now, and it was already late when they arrived.

Harold and other police men have been asking a series of somewhat odd questions. Ranging from obvious ones like "When did you last see him?" to strange and almost stupid questions such as "What is his favorite food?"

The police were acting very strange. They even took samples of their fur, spit, and urine. The whole thing was rather bizzare.

They were almost acting as if Yakko and Dot were suspects.

Yakko jumped in his chair as he caught himself falling asleep. He looked to his right, seeing Dot asleep with her head on the armrests.

This is stupid.

Yakko was getting frustrated. It was past midnight, and there was no sign of Harold anywhere. They have been waiting for thirty minutes!

Yakko stood up, with intent of finding Harold and giving him a piece of his mind.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Yakko instantly recognized the voice as Harold's, due to his thick accent.

"Looking for you! You have kept us waiting here for thirty minutes now. We're tired, we want to go home!" Yakko said, annoyance in his voice.

"Very well. I can drive you, would you like that?" Harold replied as if nothing happened.

"Wait... what? You're just gonna let us leave?" Yakko asked. They have kept them here for hours, and they are just gonna let them leave like that?

Harold chuckled. "Of course! You're not under arrest, all you had to do was ask!." Harold explained.

Oh my God.

"Yes! We want to go home!" Yakko almost yelled. All he had to do was ask?

He mentally slapped himself for not thinking of that.

"Ok. Well, you're free to go! Would you like me to drive you? Its a very long and dark walk from here."

"Yes... please..." Yakko said shyly. He was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was walk for ten miles, especially at one in the morning, even if it meant another ride in Harold's cluttered and disgusting car.

"Alright boy. Go get your sister, we'll leave as soon as you're ready."

Yakko took one glance at Dot, and realized that trying to wake her up would be a suicide mission.

He walked over, picked her up, and made his way to the door.

The parking lot was considerably empty, despite a few cop cars. Yakko and Dot were the only ones in the waiting room, and the cop cars seemed to be the only things occupying the parking lot.

Harold opened his car door for them. Dot woke up just enough to crawl into her seat, but was almost instantly asleep again once she sat down.

Yakko chuckled at his sister. Her sleeping position wasnt exactly "Attractive"

Yakko wanted to get some sleep, but the car was far too uncomfortable. Besides, the studio was only ten minutes away.

The car ride was mostly uneventful, with the exception of Harold rolling the window down so that he could shout a few nasty words to a driver that cut him off.

Harold was driving like a mad man, err, "Dog". Making sharp turns at high speeds, going way past the speed limit, and almost getting into accidents.

Yakko was starting to get worried. He hated being in a car with a deranged driver, and his worry was clearly being shown on his face.

"Hey, kid. Hold on to the O.S. Bar." Harold said, pointing to a handle bar the was protruding from the ceiling of the car.

"O.S. Bar?" Yakko asked curiously as he tightened his grip.

"Oh shit bar." Harold laughed.

"Hello?! Kids!" Yakko exlaimed, with a very slight hint of sarcasm etched in his voice.

"Ah don't worry, she's sleeping."

Yakko rested his head against the head rest, attempting to find peace in this God-awful drive. He held on to the "O.S." bar with incredible strength, and had no intentions of letting go.

"You worry too much. You just need to relax" Harold said, calmly.

"How can I relax?! My brother has been taken to 'Who knows where' by 'God knows who', my little sister has probably died from sleep deprevation, and now my life is flashing before my eyes because of your horrendous driving!" Yakko yelled.

"We'll find your brother, Yakko. I promise you that." Harold sincerely said. "Those questions we asked aren't for nothing. Every second that goes by, we get one step closer to finding him."

Yakko relaxed a little bit. Despite Harold being a little crazy, he obviously knew what he doing.

"Alright, we're here." Harold said.

The car jolted as it came to a sudden stop. He looked out the window, and saw the water tower in the slight distance.

Finally...

Harold opened the door for them. Dot managed to wake herself up just enough to crawl out of the car, followed by Yakko.

Yakko looked back and waved to Harold. He smiled a very friendly smile, and waved back.

The climb up the tower was brutal, especially since Dot made Yakko carry her. It seemed to never end.

The feeling Yakko felt when he was at the top was one of the greatest feelings he would feel for quite awhile.

He carried Dot to her bed, giving her a hug before he put her under the covers. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Yakko lazily walked over to his bed, and plopped himself sluggishly as soon as the bed was in reach.

He thought that he would be asleep instantly, but that sadly wasn't the case.

Despite being extremely tired, he simply could not sleep. So many thoughts rushed through his mind. Concern for Wakko, concern for Dot, hell, even concern for Harold.

This has been one of the worst days of his life. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Now, all he wanted was sleep, was that too much to ask for?

He glanced over to Wakko's bed, hoping to see him in it. He hoped this was all some sort of bad dream, or some sick joke. He hoped that Wakko would just walk in, laughing and saying how good he got him.

Of course, Yakko would be furious if that happened, but its a lot better than all of this being real.

Giving up on sleep, Yakko decided to go get himself a glass of milk.

He crawled out of bed, and mad his way to the kitchen, leaving a majority of the lights on so that he didn't wake up Dot. Its not like it mattered though, Dot slept like the dead.

He opened the fridge, seeing all the extra food they bought for Wakko made him feel even worse.

He started to pour the milk into a glass, when he hears what sounds like a camera zooming in.

He stopped pouring, and looked around.

"Umm, hello?" Yakko quietly asked. Chills ran down his spine as nothing but eerie silence filled the room.

Yakko jumped as the same mechanical sound seemed to echo throughout the room.

"W-whose there?" Yakko fearfully asked.

Dead silence was the only response Yakko got.

With fear starting to take over, he made a dash to the lightswitch.

He tried to turn on the lights, but it was no use. The power was out.

"AHHH!" Yakko screamed as he felt something touch his leg.

"Calm down Yakko! Its just me!" Dot said innocently, as she began to chuckle.

"Oh thank GOD!" Yakko sighed in relief as all the fear left his body.

"Come on Yakko, the power is out, lets go back to bed." Dot said, sounding more mature than usual.

"You're right sis, I just need some sleep."

Yakko heard the mechanical sound again, but decided to ignore it as he assumed it is just a figment of his imagination.

Yakko followed Dot back to his bedroom, completely forgetting about the glass of milk he poured himself. He plopped back onto his bed, but this time he managed to get himself to fall asleep.

He curled up to a large pillow, and fell into a deep sleep. The fear was wiped off his face, and the tension was released from his body. He was finally asleep. All his problems seemed to vanish. He could finally rest.

"Goodnight Yakko"


Well, here it is. Make sure to review!