21 years later...
A young college student swept up the trash from the previous night's work at Warner Brothers studio. It was nearly dawn. Soon the studio would be open and the college aged janitor could go home and sleep.
The janitor wiped his forehead of sweat. He swept up candy wrappers the tourists had neglected to throw in a nearby trashcan. A half eaten corndog rolled past his feet and into the nearby alley. He sighed and went to chase after it.
However, as the janitor perused into the alley, he saw an odd liquid leaking down the drains built into the ground. The stream was bright blue, almost glowing like it was radioactive. He squinted, wondering what it could be. He went back and grabbed a mop, hoping to stop it from going down the drain and potentially contaminating the water supply. He started to mop away the stream. Unfortunately, the stream simply kept coming.
The janitor cursed, picked up his mop and bucket, and followed the stream to the source. He kept walking into the darkened alley to the point where the only light was the strange glowing fluid. He squinted and wondered if he ought to ask for a raise for putting up with prop material not being properly cleaned up after filming.
"Grooooaarrr..."
The janitor froze. From behind one of the dumpsters stepped a huge man. Wait... It wasn't a man. It was...
The janitor laughed, "Nice costume buddy. What'cha filming? Attack of the blue rocks?"
The man stepped closer. The janitor's eyes widened. He vaguely recognized him...
"Wait a minute..." He said, "You're... You're that security guard everyone talks about! The one who disappeared twenty years ago!" He backed up, grabbing his mop to keep the huge man away, "Look, is this some kind of sick prank?! You're real funny, bud! Now take that stupid costume off!"
The man stepped forward, his eyes glowing bright blue. He opened his mouth in a cruel smile, filled to the brim with teeth made of glowing blue rocks. The janitor saw his non-human arms and legs, his partial human face, the blue glowing rocks jutting out of stitches...
"Oh my god!" The young man screamed, "What?! What are you?!"
The man swiped his massive arm at the janitor. He screamed and ran in the opposite direction, nearly tripping over his mop bucket. As soon as he got out of the alley, he saw more of them. The almost human, but not quite monsters, filled with blue rocks jutting out of their bodies in all directions. One chased another janitor down the main street of the studio. The others who were unoccupied turned and stared at him, dead blue eyes glowing and toothy, unnatural grins bared.
The college student janitor was grabbed from behind. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as the other freaks came to join in on the fun. The monsters dragged him kicking and screaming into the alleyway. The only sound was the sound of the young man wailing in agony as a blood splatter hit the wall.
Acme Labs was abuzz with activity. Brain and Hello Nurse was closely studying the Warnerium samples with the equipment that was still useable. They also ran tests on Pinky to determine exactly what was going on with the growths. They had been working all night and were making excellent progress. Slappy refused to let them touch Skippy however, saying she didn't trust a human and an evil genius rat with her nephew. Instead, they did what they could with Pinky. Pinky didn't mind. He sat patiently, only sometimes giggling if he got poked or fidgeting too much when they ran scans on him.
"This is fascinating." Brain remarked as he watched Hello Nurse write down their findings, "Yakko comparing Warnerium to a tumor is exactly right. Warnerium appears to be the overgrown sketch base jutting out of a toon's body. Thus the odd blue tinge; it is the sketch of a toon amplified to such a degree that it generates a solid mass and its own energy source."
"It makes so much energy, it's radioactive." Hello Nurse added, "That's what is holding the half-toons together. It's powering the toon half and keeping the human half stable and alive."
"Of course." Brain agreed, nodding his head, "Then... That must be how they plan to break the Law of Comedy! Generating so much energy with the Warnerium... Fusing a human and toon together..."
"They'll be able to defy reality itself!" Hello Nurse concluded.
Scratchansniff shook his head, "The more and more you find out... The more I want to go home and hide under my bed!"
"We don't have time for that." Hello Nurse concluded, "We need to show Mr. Plotz and the other executives what we've found. Maybe even the police. This can't go on any longer!"
While they were having their discussion, Pinky was once again distracted with his reflection in the metal table, giggling in a goofy fashion. They didn't notice when his giggling ceased and he stood up straight, his head turning nearly 180 degrees to stare directly at Pesto. A deranged smile grew across his face as he slowly approached the pigeon, hands outstretched. Pesto however, sensed eyes on him, turning to stare at him in confusion.
"Hey rat, what's gotten into you?" Pesto asked.
"Do you know how we can get this stuff out of them?" Slappy asked as she kept her eyes on Skippy, who was napping in the other corner of the room, "I ain't having my nephew walk around with that thing in his chest!"
Pesto backed up. Pinky was invading his personal space as he tried to reach out and grab his neck.
"Hey! Back up!" Pesto shouted at him.
"A simple surgery to remove the tumors should clear it out." Brain answered, "But I believe Ms. Nurse has the right idea. We need to expose what the Warners are doing to everyone as soon as we can. Otherwise we-"
"GET YOUR STINKIN' PAWS OFF M-! ACKK! WHEEZE!"
They all whipped around to see Pinky on top of Pesto, his mouse paws firmly around the pigeon's neck, choking him. Pesto tried to cough out a weak "Help!" but he only managed an odd croak.
"Pinky?!" Brain demanded, "What in the name of Einstein are you doing?!"
"Hehehahaha! The voice told me to!" Pinky answered, laughing like an unhinged maniac.
"The voice?!" Brain demanded, "What voice?! Get off that rat with wings this instant!"
Instead of waiting around, Slappy appeared next to the mouse and bird and promptly swatted Pinky away. He went flying and hit the opposite wall, still giggling wildly.
"What in the world has gotten into him?!" Hello Nurse asked in a panic.
Just before she could have this question answered, Scratchansniff screamed. He pointed up at one of the shelves, where a now awake Skippy was stalking among the books and beakers. The young squirrel gave an angry growl and launched himself at the psychiatrist. Scratchansniff narrowly avoided Skippy landing on his face as he sprinted to the other side of the room. Slappy once again saved the day and grabbed her nephew, who viciously clawed and snapped at her hands.
"Skippy?! Skippy, what's wrong with you?!" Slappy demanded, "Get a hold of yourself!"
Hello Nurse glanced between Skippy and Pinky, who was now getting up and slowly toddling back over to them, a deranged smile still spread across his face. Something clicked as she realized something.
"The Warnerium." She said, "It's the Warnerium!"
Brain whipped around to stare at her, confused and in a panic, "The Warnerium?!"
"It's making them attack us!" Hello Nurse clarified, grabbing Brain and Pesto in her fist, "We need to get away from them!"
"But Skippy-! OUCH!" Slappy wailed as she dropped her nephew. Without thinking, she hopped over him and followed after the rest of the group, who were making a break for the door. They narrowly escaped as they slammed and locked the door behind them, trapping Skippy and Pinky inside the lab. Both the squirrel and the mouse smashed themselves against the glass window in the door, nearly breaking it.
Brain turned to look at Hello Nurse, who was holding him tightly, "The Warnerium... The Warners must have found a way to seize control of those injected with it. Goodness... That's only something I could have come up with!"
"Wait wait wait..." Scratchansniff interrupted them, "If the Warnerium is what's controlling them... Then does that mean...?"
Brain's eyes widen, "Yes... I do believe it does. The Warners... They have an entire army of powerful abominations at their command!"
Back at Warner Brothers Studios, Mr. Plotz sat alone in his office. He hadn't gone home that night. Working to catch up on everything that was going on in the studio was much more overwhelming than he thought. So he had ended up being sucked into his work and fell asleep at his desk. He was awoken by a 7am alarm, when most people would be coming into the studio to prepare for the opening.
Except...
He hadn't set an alarm.
When Plotz tried to turn off the clock on the desk, nothing happened. The ringing in his head continued. He held his head in pain, the ringing growing louder, now morphing into a sound like... A poorly tuned radio. He shook his head, trying to clear the strange sound.
A voice... It sounded vaguely familiar...
Plotz stood up, barely able to keep his composure. He felt like he was about to pass out at any minute. He reached for the desk, going into one of his drawers and pulling out a small locked box. He put in the combination of the number lock and the box popped open.
A small collection of syringes filled with glowing blue liquid shined in the early morning light.
He grabbed one, rolled up his sleeve, and plunged it into his arm. He let lose the breath he was holding and waited for the static to go away.
Only, it didn't go away. It only got stronger.
Plotz grabbed his head, falling to the ground. He had a strange sensation to... Destroy something. Hurt someone. And the urge was getting stronger. He drew in a sharp breath, trying to keep his wits about him. He stood up slowly, going for the phone.
I... I need help. This isn't normal... Surely... Mr. Warner would know what's wrong.
"Hold it."
Plotz froze against his will. He looked up and saw them standing there, smiling cruelly.
"Aww, is someone sick?" Dot teased.
"Bet all that Warnerium in his body isn't doing too good with our machine!" Wakko added.
Yakko stepped forward, grinning even wider, "What's the matter Plotzy? Feeling a bit... Woozy? Out of control?"
Plotz took a heavy breath, "What... What are you doing here...? Why aren't...? The injections... Working...?"
Yakko chuckled, leaning on the desk, "Oh they're working alright. Just... Twenty years of Warnerium injections is likely do a number on your system in tandem with my new invention. In fact..." A look of cruel satisfaction appeared on his face, "Plotz, hold your breath."
Plotz found himself holding his breath against his will. He had no idea why, but as his brain screamed at him to breathe, his lungs refused to draw in the needed oxygen. He felt his vision tunneling. His hands were turning blue. He leaned on the desk and pounded his fist on the fine polished wood, nearly breaking it. He looked up at Yakko, tears in his eyes. Finally, with a snicker, Yakko spoke again.
"Breathe, you ball-shaped man."
Plotz gasped, filling his lungs with the needed air. He collapsed on the floor as the Warners stood around him, giggling fiendishly.
"Ooh, what else should we make him do?" Wakko asked, clapping his hands.
"Let's make him dance!" Dot shouted.
"Let's make him eat one hundred meatballs!" Wakko added.
"No, let's make him put on a pretty dress!"
"No no, let's make him speak in gibberish!"
Once Plotz had caught his breath, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I... How did you...?"
"My invention, Plotzy dearie!" Yakko giggled, "You'll see it when you get to my lab..."
"What?!" Plotz demanded, "Wh...?! What did I do...?! I did everything like you asked! I kept those nosy pests out of the studio! I kept the laboratory a secret! I kept taking the injections...!"
Yakko snapped his fingers, silencing Plotz immediately. He glared at him, "Why Plotz, don't you remember all those years ago? You promised to be our investor. Did you not realize what all that involved?"
"I thought I just gave you a paycheck?!" Plotz shot back.
"Oh no no no, that's not all." Yakko chuckled ominously, "Why, you get the honor of being our crowning experiment! After all, a human who's actively injected themselves with inactive Warnerium for decades will surely be an interesting test subject..."
"No!" Plotz cried, "You can't! You said you wouldn't as long as I kept payin-!"
Yakko hissed at him, "Quiet!"
Plotz found himself being silenced against his will. Tears of panic started forming in his eyes. Yakko only continued to smile cruelly.
"Now..." The elder Warner said, "Say, please toonify me, Mr. Warner!"
Through tears and a shaky voice, Plotz repeated, "Please toonify me... M-Mr. Warner..."
Yakko pumped his fist in victory, laughing wildly, "Gladly! Now come with us! To the Warner laboratory!"
Dot and Wakko laughed in his ear as Plotz's legs moved on their own, dragging him along behind the deranged Warner brother. He only wept and begged for his life.