When I saw the first episode of the Animaniacs reboot, it made me completely fall in love with the show again. I haven't really been all that interested in A! since 2017, but the reboot completely renewed my love for it. I revisited some fanfics that I loved when I was younger, and I decided to read through this story again. I started writing this story when I was in 8th grade with no real idea of where I was going with it. I'm now a junior in college, and I've decided that I want to finish this story in a way that will hopefully be meaningful to anyone who stuck around and read it. I want to thank everyone who has commented so far. The next few chapters have been planned out, and it will only be a few more chapters. Thank you to KaylaMicael for continuing to talk with me and help me with ideas and writing!


The three boys continued their journey through the tunnel as they searched for an exit. Minutes went by before they finally approached a clear glass door that automatically slid open as they made their way closer.

"An automatic door? Seems kind of fancy for a dark, putrid shit hole." Alex smirked but was interrupted by a tsunami of light that engulfed his vision. The three boys groaned as the automated lights turned on, revealing a large, densely packed room with various lab equipment and papers flooding the area.

Wakko examined the room, noticing that many of the test tubes were filled with a murky fluid that looked exactly like the stuff they were being injected with.

"Shit!" Alex yelped in pain. Wakko turned towards Alex, who had just knocked one of the test tubes over.

"Calm down. It's just the medicine they give us." Wakko tried to sound reassuring.

"It fucking burns. Touch it." Wakko dipped the tip of his finger into the fluid, and while it didn't leave any marks on his skin, he did feel a burning sensation.

"What is it, Wak?" Jarod asked timidly.

"I'm not sure... It can't be dip, because that would hurt a lot more." Wakko tried sounding as confident and informed as he could.

"It feels like a shittier version of dip. Like, diet dip." Alex remarked.

Wakko rolled his eyes and continued exploring the room. The room smelled like nail polish remover and it was starting to give him a headache. He shuffled through papers filled with useless statistics and charts when he came across a large folder containing a rather fancy looking document.

DEPARTMENT OF TOON MEDICAL SCIENCE:

CURRENT OPERATION: EMERGENCY DIP APPLICANTS (EDA)

CURRENT LOCATION: FORT SPUTNIK (15 MILES NORTH OF MONTANA/CANADIAN BORDER)

CURRENT STATUS: ACTIVE

Wakko felt his stomach get tied into knots. He showed Alex and Jarod the paper, who didn't seem to understand the importance of the document.

"You guys... We aren't even in America anymore." Wakko explained with a shaky voice.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that Jarod was taken from Florida, flown across the country into the icy hell of Canada, and was dropped off here without even waking up once?" Alex complained.

Jarod quietly stepped forward and said, "I did wake up... but they would just put me back to sleep."

Wakko was about to continue reading the document when he heard footsteps coming from the doorway. "Hide! Now!" He whispered as loud as he could.

Wakko leaped underneath one of the tables and pulled Jarod down with him. He pulled Jarod into a hug to keep him as quiet as possible, hoping that the automated lights wouldn't give away their positions. Meanwhile, Alex used his toon powers to slip himself inside of a locker on the far end of the room.

The sharp, distinct sound of dress shoes clacking on tile echoed throughout the lab. Wakko knew that only Jenkins wore such preposterous clothing on a regular basis, and his heart began to race as he heard the man walk eerily slow around the room.

"Boys... I know you're in here. I will not harm you if you just reveal yourselves." Jenkins spoke with a sense of calm that made Wakko shudder.

"Don't... move..." Wakko gripped Jarod tightly as he whispered into his ear. The young boy was terrified and was dangerously close to letting out a whimper.

"If you come out now, I won't punish you. I promise." Jenkins continued to walk around the room, each step making Wakko's heart race faster.

Wakko almost screamed as he heard the loud crash of a table being flipped over. Glass shattered across the floor and papers flew in the air as Jarod gripped Wakko tightly out of fear. "Shh... it's okay..." Wakko tried to comfort Jarod, but his own voice was etched with a shakiness that he couldn't control.

"I have a dip-gun with me, and I will use it if you try to attack. I know you took off your destabilizers." Jenkins then kicked over another table, this time one that was right next to Wakko and Jarod.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Jarod sobbed.

Wakko's heart dropped.

"Don't hurt us, please!" Jarod begged as he crawled out from under the table. Wakko tried to grab on to him, but it was no use.

"You made a smart choice, child." Jenkins said in a comforting tone. "Now, get your black and white friend to come out too."

Wakko slowly crawled out from under the table, a disheartened and bitter look on his face as if he was ready to break down and cry as well as fight his way out.

"You boys had no business coming down here." Jenkins spoke strictly. He then turned his head and noticed the fancy document on the table that Wakko and Jarod were hiding under. "I see you boys found out where we are."

"Please, we didn't even look at it. You came in before I had a chance!" Wakko pleaded.

"It doesn't matter." Jenkins said with a harsh tone as two large guards came through the automated doors. "Take these two back to their cell. Give them a double dose injection on their way. Make sure you put their cuffs back on too."

Wakko's eyes widened. "What?! A double dose?! That'll kill us!"

Jenkins glared. "It won't kill you. I promise."

Jarod started sobbing as they were both dragged away. Wakko kicked and screamed like his life depended on it, but it didn't affect the guards in the slightest and Jenkins paid no attention to him. Then, he remember Alex, who was still in the locker. A ray of hope shot through him, followed by a sharp pain in his upper arm as he was given a rather large injection. He could tell he was given double the amount, as he could feel that similar burning sensation just underneath his skin.

Wakko and Jarod were then separated and thrown back into their cells. Alone and defeated, Wakko collapsed onto his mattress as tears silently escaped his eyes. All he could think about was Alex, hoping that he was okay and would come back for him...


Yakko gripped Dot's hand tightly as he stared out the window of the Helicopter, freezing and terrified. He had never actually flown in a Helicopter before, and even though he was not happy with the idea, he was not going to let his fears get in the way of reuniting with his baby brother sooner.

After a brief scan of the land via drone, Harold was informed that the building was a rather large, mostly underground medical facility. Upon further investigation, they witnessed one of the missing people enter the building. When Harold heard that, he knew they found them.

Yakko remembered the almost frantic excitement in Harold's voice when he explained what they found, and he never forgot the feeling of hope that surged through his body and mind. Dot even cried, which then made Yakko cry.

Harold said he was going to take the best men that the NSA had to offer and form a raid. He asked Yakko to come with him and stay behind at a nearby encampment so that he could see Wakko the moment he was rescued. Yakko gladly accepted, which led him to where he is now, about to shit himself from fear.

"A-Are we almost t-there?" Yakko used the headset to speak to the pilot.

"About two more miles north." The pilot spoke in a professional manner.

Dot was resting her head on Yakko's shoulder. She was amused by Yakko's anxiety towards flying, but she had to admit, it was nothing like flying in a plane. It was loud, bumpy, cold, and just scary. Much like Yakko, she felt an overwhelming sense of hope, but she was also afraid for Wakko. Thoughts of the horrors that Wakko may have gone through filled her mind as she tried to push them away, but she just couldn't. She had no idea what Wakko will be like when they find him, and she worried that he will be hurt beyond repair.

"Preparing to land. Hold on to your restraints." The pilot announced.

Harold was startled awake by the sudden commotion. He held onto his restrains as the helicopter lowered to the earth. Sitting on the opposite side of Yakko, he took notice of Yakko's nervous shaking.

"We're here, kids. When we land, I'm going to get into a jeep and head with the team to the facility. You two will follow the pilot. He's gonna take you to a safe area where you both can rest for a bit." Harold spoke with confidence, but Yakko could sense a layer of fear in his voice.

The next hour went by in an instant for Yakko. Before he even had time to get his bearings, he was being taken with Dot to a small nearby encampment filled with basic white tents. Inside one of the tents was two small, twin-sized beds where he was to stay with Dot during their visit. He sat down on the bed and laid his head onto his hands while Dot laid down in her bed. Unable to do anything except wait, the two Warner siblings fell asleep, exhausted but hopeful.

Meanwhile, Harold's leg shook with nervous energy as he rode in the back of a large jeep alongside four other men. They were in a large caravan of soldiers and officers traveling to the location of the facility with hopes of saving the missing children. Harold was told that he is just an investigator and he does not need to put his life at risk, but he had insisted on joining the men. With his gun sheathed in his left pocket and his eyes fixated on the approaching building, he mentally prepared himself for whatever conflict was about to arise.

As each vehicle surrounded the facility and each man took their positions around the parameter, Harold couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as he exited the vehicle. He was the only man in the squadron without a military-grade automatic weapon. Because of his ability to negotiate and use his words as a means of exchange, he was being sent to the front entrance with a megaphone with hopes to communicate with anyone inside the facility before any shots were fired.

"We have the place surrounded. Any attempts to resist will result in the use of lethal force. Please, we just want the children released. We know they are inside." Harold pleaded, but no response was given.

"Whoever is in charge, please exit the building. We only want to talk." Harold began to grow angry at the lack of response.

"This is your final warning! If no discourse is made, we will enter with lethal force if needed!" Harold was shouting into his megaphone at this point.

Just as Harold prepared to grab his weapon, the small entrance to the facility opened up and a man wearing fancy, silk clothing exited with his hands in the air.

"Please, stop. Let us discuss this." The man shouted.

Harold slowly approached the man. "What is your name? What role do you have here?"

"My name is Jenkins. I am the overseer of this facility. Please, you don't understand the importance of what we are doing here." Jenkins spoke with a level of sincerity that made Harold shiver.

"Important enough to steal children from their home? Important enough to cause unimaginable worry and pain in the lives of their loved ones?" Anger burned through Harold's words as he responded.

"You do not understand, sir. The children were going to be released. We only need them for a short period of time." Jenkins hands began to slowly lower as he spoke.

"You expect me to believe that? What kind of shit are you doing here anyway?"

"Let me show you." Jenkins spoke calmly. "I am going to reach into my pocket and hand you a document." Jenkins shaky hands slowly etched their way into his pocket as Harold put his hands on his gun, preparing for a sudden attack. Jenkins pulled out a small document which Harold hastily snatched out of his hands.

Harold, still keeping one hand on his weapon, began reading the document.

DEPARTMENT OF TOON MEDICAL SCIENCE:

CURRENT OPERATION: EMERGENCY DIP APPLICANTS (EDA)

CURRENT LOCATION: FORT SPUTNIK (15 MILES NORTH OF MONTANA/CANADIAN BORDER)

CURRENT STATUS: ACTIVE

OBJECTIVE: PERFECT THE DIP SOLUTION VACCINE

NOTE FROM THE OVERSEER:

Toon scientists have recently discovered that injecting a low-percentage dip solution into the ink-stream of toon's helps fight off 95% of major toon illnesses. Despite the effectiveness of the treatment, side effects tend to be extreme. Nightmares, twitching, burning sensations, the loss of basic toon abilities, and, in rare cases, extreme reactions leading to death are still major issues that must be dealt with before administering the vaccine to the public. In this facility, we have a total of 75 extremely talented toons to use for experimentation, and 25 humans with toon capabilities as a control. The vaccine is not yet perfected, but we are unable to make any improvements unless real, live subjects are used for research. Remember, what you are doing may seem horrible in the moment, but you will be saving countless lives by completing the task.

"Sir, as you can see, what we do here is of the upmost importance."

Harold dropped the paper in disbelief, his mind being flooded with doubts and confusion. "You're... you're experimenting on children?"

"A necessary evil. What we are doing here will save lives across the world." Jenkins folded his hands together.

Harold felt his heart racing. "What you're doing is illegal."

"American laws restricted us from obtaining the funding we needed, which is why the location of our facility is just beyond the border."

"I can't let you continue with this. I am here to bring a hundred missing children home, and I am not leaving without them." Harold's voice changed from confused to stern in a matter of an instant, which earned an angry expression from Jenkins.

Jenkins stepped forward and used his pointer finger to push back on Harold's chest. "You don't have a choice."

In a matter of an instant, Jenkins fell to his knees as he pulled a small dip-gun from his pocket. He fired a shot into Harold's left shoulder, causing him to let out a loud, painful scream. Just as Jenkins began to run back to the door of the facility, a bullet shot by one of the surrounding officers wizzed past Harold and pierced all the way through Jenkins right leg, causing a scream and a small trail of blood to follow the man as he limped through the entrance.

Adrenaline took over Harold's body as he unsheathed his gun and followed the soldiers as they enclosed upon the entrance, guns in hand and ready for a fight.


Hope you enjoyed! As of posting this, I have almost finished the next chapter and should have it up in the next few days. I hope to finish this story in no more than two or three more chapters, which should be posted sometime in the next month. Thank you for reading!