"Mr. Warner, the graph shows that the company has been significantly losing profit ever since the previous CEO signed on to let a certain director make four more sequels to his franchise. You have to do something or else we're going to go bankrupt."

"Hmmm... Just fire him, simple as that! Now that the problem's solved, do you wanna go out to lunch? Just the two of us?"

"Sir, I'm flattered, but this is a serious problem. I'm sure the other executives must've told you already."

"Exactly 20 times in the past three days, not including right now."

Yakko was getting tired of hearing about that director. He'd rather hear about the Looney Tunes in Six flags or walk around the lot yelling at employees. Anything but that stupid director. Who would've known that being CEO would be this boring? Oh wait, he did the second after killing the last one.

Exhausted from procrastinating for this long, Yakko just gave in to his responsibilities and asked the executive "Alright, who's the director? Just give me their name and I'll send someone to go talk to them. That's what higher ups do, right?"

He really didn't feel like going down there himself today. The only director he'd ever go down to talk to himself would be-

"He didn't give us his name, he just goes by Mr. Director." That was all Yakko heard as he took a drink from his bottle that secretly had Capri Sun inside.

Well shit.

Completely surprised, Yakko just spat out his drink and blurted out "He's still alive? And he still works here?"

"It's incredible, I know." The executive replied. Yakko knew what he had to do. He did it before and he can do it again.

"Get me a golf cart and two paddle balls. I'm meeting him myself."

Yakko grumbled at himself as he drove towards Sound Stage 64 like years ago. Is this director seriously still employed? Did no one see how insane he was in the 90s? The thought of Mr. Director now made Yakko shiver.

"Wouldn't be surprised if he broke his hip from just yelling… What was that thing he always said? Uhh…" Yakko was left thinking, knowing it's going to bother him for the next few hours.

Yakko distracted himself by humming some songs he remembered performing as a kid to pass the time, sometimes singing out loud. It felt empty without his siblings' vocals behind his. This would definitely be a more enjoyable adventure with his siblings, but they're either busy being a CEO like him or recovering from a crippling Smile Dip addiction.

"Maybe I can bring them back a souvenir or something. It'll be a nice memento for them to look back on." Yakko told himself.

Sooner than he initially thought, Yakko had arrived at Sound Stage 64.

What a lovely reunion. So nostalgic.

The sound stage somehow looked more demolished and ruined since the last time he visited. Nature had completely overtaken the area, with moss and grass taking over the walls and ground. As Yakko hopped off the golf cart and began walking over the soft untouched grass, he couldn't help but admire this new look for the place. He didn't want to leave. But now wasn't the time for that, he had a director to get rid of.

Yakko expected the same thing as last time to occur, traps, and banter with the director's followers. To Yakko's surprise, nothing happened. No traps, no followers, absolutely nothing. It was pure black, Yakko's flashlight on his phone was the only light guiding him.

"Not even the cliche 'ray of the sun through a hole in the ceiling'? Okay then."

After looking around whatever his flashlight hit, Yakko decided to give up. Maybe the execs were just pulling an elaborate prank on him. If it is, that would be very impressive. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the sound stage, he heard distant coughing. A long, painful, and uncomfortable cough. Yakko couldn't stand hearing it anymore, is someone dying in here?

Just as the coughing ended, Yakko looked deeper into the dark abyss and could identify a figure. Yakko pointed the light towards the person.

The light revealed the figure to be Mr. Director himself, but he looked old. Really old. He had grown a long, gray beard and was severely balding since the last time Yakko had seen him. He still had his iconic caricature-like chin and a surprisingly young face. His body was what really showed his age, having to carry a cane to keep himself up. After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Director finally spoke.

"I knew we'd meet again, funny dog."

"You don't look a day over 80! I'm surprised the studio kept a living corpse working as a director for this long."

"Wrong kind of funny, puppy child."

Yakko and the Director just stared at one another, taking in the years that have passed since the last time they've interacted. Just then, Mr. Director slowly walked over to his right side to reveal a switch on the wall that turned on some flickering lights in the studio. Yakko assumed wrong about the light, then.

"You just refuse to leave this place, huh?" Yakko commented.

"Hey, did yous not have two other funny kids with yous? I think I remember yous with two tiny yous." Mr. Director said in his iconic, exaggerated manner of speaking. Yakko wondered when the calm facade would've dropped.

"Well as you can clearly see, or not considering your age, We're all grown up and they're out doing their thing." Yakko quickly answered. "Now, we gotta talk about that contract you had with the old CEO. You gotta give it up, your presence is ruining the company." Yakko continued before being cut off by the old director.

"Absolutely not! My four sequels will change comedy as we know it!" The director began monologuing.

"Oh god." Yakko commented, pulling out salted popcorn as he let Mr. Director go on with his speech.

"My first movie may not have been a box office hit, but that's just because nobody understands true comedy, like you children."

"I think you forgot the part where I told you that I'm an adult." Yakko retorted. Mr. Director continued.

"These next four movies are going to become the biggest hits. Everyone will love them and I will make not just the company, but the peple love me! No CEO will stop my magnum opus! And you certainly won't, not again! I don't care if the CEO sends you to me a bajillion times, you won't stop me." Mr. Director made sure to finish his speech with his sad attempt at an evil laugh.

Yakko finished his popcorn right after the speech. He took a good look at Mr. Director and at that moment, he had an idea.

"But Mr. Director, don't you know? You already made those four movies!" Yakko said as he walked up to the director.

"B-b-but I don't remember making them yet! I just got done looking over my scripts for the 38th time!" Mr. Director rebutted.

"This is so sad." Yakko told the fourth wall before talking to the old director again.

"Oh sir, your age is showing. You made those movies 4 years ago! You really don't remember? You were awarded best director that year! Those papers you're holding are your old drafts that helped you win the award."

Mr. Director didn't speak for a good minute. Yakko crossed his fingers hoping he'd somehow 'remember' this fabrication. Suddenly, the old figure began laughing maniacally with a mixture of 'hoho's' and 'haha's'. Yakko's ears perked up as he wore a smug grin.

"I DO remember that! HA! I'll never forget shaking David Rubin's hand! A memory to look back on forever" Mr. Director said in his crazed state. Perfect.

"So since you did make those movies, don't you think it's time to formally retire from directing and live a calming life from now on?" Yakko pleaded in the calmest tone he could muster.

"Absolutely not!" Mr. Director yelled in absolute excitement. "A comedian's work is never over! I'm going to keep directing until I die! Froynlaven! Froynlaven! Froynlaven!"

Maybe Yakko's plan turned out too perfectly. Desperate and out of immediate options, he did the only thing he thought of in the moment.

SLAM

Just like that, the director was easily smashed by Yakko's trusty old mallet. Flat as a pancake, Yakko picked up the old man with one hand and rolled him up.

"No more with the slamming. I think you broke a hip." Was all the director could muster.

"The classic mallet! See, buddy? That's funny! Something you never really understood after all these years." Yakko felt incredible being able to finally tell that to Mr. Director's face.

Yakko set the rolled up director in the back of the golf cart and began making his way back to his office. But not before taking a good look at the abandoned studio once more and appreciating the sight. Yakko suddenly came up with an idea for himself. He drove off.

"So after hitting him with the mallet, I shipped him to the other side of the country as a carpet. So now I know for sure he won't be bothering Warner Bros. anytime soon!"

Yakko had just finished telling his siblings about his day. Since that was the only thing on Yakko's to-do list for today, to his surprise, he decided to invite Dot over for a picnic at the sound stage and video chat with Wakko from rehab, too. It was a nice change in scenery for the three.

"No way! I don't believe you!" Wakko exclaimed at his brother through the computer screen.

"Man! I never thought he'd still be alive after so long! Guess I owe you 20 bucks, Wakko." Dot grumbled as she pulled out her phone to send Wakko the money digitally.

"Can't believe he was still working there, too! That should've been the first thing you told that secretary to do instead of demolishing the water tower, Yakko." Dot continued after finishing the transaction.

"Wait…" Wakko interrupted from his side of the call. "Did we even learn what Mr. Director's actual name was? Have we just been calling him that since we never bothered to learn it?"

Utter silence between the siblings before Yakko broke it.

"Uhhh… James Cameron?" he said.

"Might as well be!" Dot answered.

The Warner brothers (and sister) all laughed it off and continued their picnic and time together for the rest of the afternoon.