The corridors were dark and cold. The only sound was the excited snickering of the Warners and the quiet weeps of their captive, Mr. Plotz.
"Please..." The ex-CEO begged, frantically trying to stop his own legs from moving forward, "I'll give you anything! My cars, my houses, all of my life's savings! I'll even give you the studio! Just please, let me go!"
"You made your bed, Plotzy!" Dot sneered at him.
"Now you gotta eat snacks in it!" Wakko finished, only to pause and scratch his head, "Wait, that's not right. You gotta um..."
"He'll be lying in a very specialized bed for his operation." Yakko corrected for him, "Speed up Plotz, we got things to do!"
They strode along the damp corridors, eventually speeding up to a jog that Plotz could barely keep up with. They reached a reinforced door with a sloppily scrawled sign that said "DANGER. TOON SCIENTIST AT WORK." Yakko punched in a code on the door, causing it to whoosh open. A rush of smells met them; chemicals, electricity, and a pungent odor that was difficult to identify, but smelled a bit like rotting meat. Machines hummed, mysterious chemicals glowed, Tesla coils sparked; the extravagantly decorated laboratory put even Frankenstein to shame.
Wakko and Dot dragged Plotz over to a sinister looking operating table, complete with leather straps, specialized clamps to keep a victim's head still, and several very pointy and frightening looking machines hanging from the ceiling. They threw him on the table, strapped him down, and clamped his head to keep him from thrashing about. While the two younger Warners were busy securing him, the elder Warner grabbed his tools, jars of Warnerium, and some pieces of paper. He zipped back over, placing his tools and the jars down on a table. With a stretch of his arm, he pulled a chalkboard from one of the corners and set it to where Plotz could see. He then took one of the large pieces and pinned it up on the board.
"Now Plotzy..." Yakko started, "You're about to be the final, and greatest human experiment for the improvement of Toonification! We're going to attempt something that's never, even been done in the field of turning humans into toons..."
He directed Plotz's attention to the schematic on the board. To the ex-CEO's surprise, it was a schematic of him, carefully labelled and drawn out. He grimaced as one of the drawings showed his open chest and heart, complete with the bypass valve he had received many years ago to stop his heart attack.
"We're going to replace that faulty old ticker of yours with a toon one!" Yakko shouted, cackling loudly. Out of nowhere, thunder boomed and lighting cracked. Over in the corner Wakko was operating a sound board and light system to make the spooky effect happen.
"Wh-what?!" Plotz gasped, "But there's nothing wrong with my heart! It's been beating just fine these past decades!"
"Ah, but only with help from the injections!" Yakko corrected him as he pulled out a vial of the blue material, "You've been taking an inactive formula of Warnerium; one that isn't dangerous to humans, but is infinitely helpful. You've been a specialized experiment for these past few decades: filling your system with inactive Warnerium to get your body used to it. It's been running alongside your human blood for years on end now. But now I want to make a full transformation... We're gonna rip that old beat up heart of yours out and wire your blood vessels up to a new and improved toon heart!"
Plotz tried to get out of the restraints, but they were very tightly holding him down, "B-b-but... I don't understand! I've done everything you've asked me to...! Wh... What did I do wrong...?!"
Dot chuckled evilly, "You don't remember what you did to us?"
"He's already forgotten!" Wakko growled, the hackles on his back raising threateningly.
Yakko walked over, polishing a scalpel until it shone underneath the laboratory lights, "You really don't know what you did wrong, huh Plotzy? All those years ago? You continually demanded for our imprisonment. You put us in the tower. You refused to let us live as toons."
"I...! I had no choice!" Plotz cried, "If I didn't get you kids under control, the studio would have gone up in flames! You've...! You've always been insane!"
With no warning, Yakko suddenly took the scalpel and sliced it down Plotz's middle. He screeched in surprise as he thought he had been sliced. It turns out it had only sliced away his coat and shirt, exposing his chest and stomach underneath.
Dot gagged, "Eew, I guess Warnerium can't do much for weight loss."
Yakko took a pen from his coat and grinned evilly as he marked a Y incision on Plotz's chest. Plotz shook with fear, making the marking harder to achieve. Yakko sighed in annoyance.
"Thaddeus, where is your wallet?" Asked the Warner.
Plotz gulped, "In... My pocket?"
Yakko quickly reached his hand into Plotz's pant pocket and snatched an expensive leather wallet from it. He opened it up and admired all the fancy credit cards and $100 dollar bills. He chuckled and snapped it shut before sticking it in his pocket.
"That should cover the cost of nitrous oxide and anesthetic." His smile grew wider as his siblings fetched a metal canister. "NITROUS OXIDE" was marked on the side in big red letters right above a chemical warning.
"You're gonna drug me?!" Plotz gasped, struggling even harder.
Yakko nodded, smiling so wide that his grin could have popped off his face, "Would you rather I perform toonification without sedation?"
Plotz opened his mouth, but immediately shut it.
"This is the least you can do to repay us, Plotzy." Yakko continued, attaching an oxygen mask to the canister, "After all, you were supposed to die twenty years ago. And yet, we extended your life so you could go out and do all the things you couldn't do. You'll still be you... You'll just be... A little bit different."
"But look on the bright side!" Wakko chirped, "You'll be immortal!"
"Those injections you've taken are going to make this surgery go all the more faster," Yakko said, pulling on his glove and letting it go so it snapped loudly against his wrist, "You'll be able to handle a little more... Cutting and poking than the average human."
Plotz gulped, "There's no convincing you otherwise... Is there?"
"Nope!" They all smiled in unison.
"Now hold still..." Yakko said, placing the oxygen mask connected to the nitrous oxide tank on Plotz's face, "You'll start to feel loopy in just a few seconds..."
Dot snickered, "At least he'll laugh at all your bad jokes, Yakko."
"Don't be ridiculous," Yakko shot back, "No one is immune to my jokes. I don't need laughing gas to crack a good joke!"
Dot rolled her eyes, "Suuuure you don't."
As Yakko turned the valve on the nitrous oxide tank, it flooded Plotz's mask with a sweet smelling gas that almost instantly took effect. He started looking sleepy and began lightly chuckling at nothing.
"Now to get some vitals..." Yakko spoke as he hooked Plotz up to a heart monitor, "This surgery will still require the utmost precision and care. Can't have you crashing on me."
"Hehe... Crashing... He... Heehee...!" Plotz giggled.
The Warners continued prepping various tools and tech as Plotz laid on the table, laughing at nothing. Yakko eventually popped into his field of view, now wearing his goggles and a mask. He pulled down the mask and grinned at Plotz wickedly.
"Ready for your modification surgery, Plotzy old pal?" He asked, his giggles nearly as unhinged as his victim's.
Plotz was hardly comprehendible as he slurred his words. He was drooling from one corner of his mouth.
"Excellent, excellent!" Yakko cheered as he put the mask back on, fully obscuring his face, "Wakko, hand me the sedation."
"Got it!" Wakko replied as he rolled an IV drip over to Yakko and handed him a needle and tube leading from the bag. Yakko brought it closer, took the needle, and inserted it into Plotz's arm. Before long, Plotz's giggling and nonsensical rambling slowly faded away. He went unconscious as the rapidly beating heart monitor slowed and stabilized.
Yakko chuckled softly, "Aaaand he's out like a light. Siblings, bring me the special specimen!"
Wakko and Dot ran to another room and wheeled in a large jar, containing a very large piece of Warnerium. It seemed partially solid, partially liquid. It was in the shape of a heart; not an anatomical human heart, but a cartoony heart. However, pieces of human flesh could be seen barely peeking out from among the Warnerium growths. It seemed to be a combination of both toon and human parts, beating together and pulsating with a dangerous light.
Yakko chuckled sinisterly, wiggling his fingers as he opened the jar and carefully took out the Warnerium heart. He squeezed it lightly between his fingers as its fluids stained his gloves, "Yessss... My perfect specimen... This will be our breakthrough!"
Wakko and Dot crowded around Yakko, staring down at the heart with evil grins. They began chuckling wildly. Soon their evil cackles rang out through the underground lair.
"Siblings! Pass me my scalpel!" Yakko declared as he put the heart down and zipped over to Plotz's bedside, "We shall achieve complete and utterly perfect toonification today!"