The next morning Dr. Scratchansniff made sure the Warners had their breakfast, then spent 20 minutes chasing them around the car before he finally got them inside, and hit the road. The morning was spent in anything but quiet as the three siblings alternated between fighting with one another, singing anything and everything that either came on the radio or into their heads, on and off and very off-key, and playing their own version of license plate bingo which involved malleting somebody with every turn.

"You kids are going to drive me crazy," he said as he tried to keep his attention on the road. "Yakko, you come up here and sit in front vith me."

"Okay!" Yakko hopped over the seats and crash landed in the passenger side.

"Put on your seat belt," the doctor told him.

"You got it, Scratchy," Yakko saluted as he reached over and grabbed the shoulder strap and connected it.

"Now put on de other one."

"My you're picky," Yakko said as he pulled the lap belt over and connected it too.

Without the three of them crowded together, Dr. Scratchansniff was starting to think they might have a little peace and quiet, but that idea quickly went out the window as Yakko started fiddling with the radio knobs and found a rock station and cranked it up to top volume, so the whole car shook and vibrated with the bass.

"TURN THAT DOWN!" he yelled to be heard over the ruckus.

"Oh, sorry!" Yakko sarcastically replied as he turned the knob back, then found something else to occupy his time. A few seconds later Dr. Scratchansniff found himself being thrown back in his seat, followed by Dot yelling at the top of her lungs, "GET OFF! YOU'RE SQUASHING ME!" Then he found himself jerking forward and almost slamming into the steering wheel, then felt his seat being raised and his head starting to collide with the car roof, and he yelled at his passenger, "Yakko, stop playing vith the power seat controls!"

"Oops, sorry, Scratchy," Yakko said with an innocent smile as he adjusted the doctor's seat back to its proper position.

"Are we there yet?" Wakko asked.

"No," Otto answered.

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Now?" he climbed on top of the seat to hover over the doctor like a vulture, a vulture with its tongue sticking out to the side.

"No!" Otto told him.

"Are we there yet?"

"SHUT UP!" Yakko and Dot told him.

"Sheesh, I was just asking," Wakko said as he climbed back down.

"Yakko, trade places vith your brother, Vakko, you sit up here beside me."

"Okay."

The two brothers struggled and squirmed and argued as they tried to climb over the seat to switch places, finally Yakko got in the back with Dot and Wakko sat up front with the doctor, but he looked over and saw Wakko had gotten himself strapped in upside down.

"Vakko, sit up right."

"Okay." Working the belts loose, Wakko climbed back up in his seat and raised up on his legs with his arms held out in front of him like paws and panted like a dog, and let out a shrill bark.

"Sit down and put on your safety belt!" Dr. Scratchansniff told him.

"Why didn't you say so?" Wakko asked. "Can I turn on the radio?"

"Alvight, but no rock stations," the psychiatrist answered.

Wakko turned both knobs at the same time so the sound and frequency both jumped all over the place, before finally settling on a station giving the news.

"We interrupt this program to bring you this special bulletin; a psychotic killer has escaped from the state maximum security prison. The raving maniac, who is responsible for the brutal murders of a dozen people, has been described as a lanky man with straggly hair and a pasty complexion..."

The radio clicked as Dr. Scratchansniff reached over and shut it off.

"Hey, I wasn't done with that," Wakko said, "I want to see how it ended."

"That vasn't a radio program, it vas the news," the doctor explained, "You don't need to hear it, it vill give you nightmares."

"No it won't, I promise," Wakko said hopefully.

"Alvight then, I don't need it giving you ideas," the doctor replied.

Wakko pouted and sunk back down in his seat.

"Zis is going to be a good ting for you children," Dr. Scratchansniff said, "Get away from it all, miles from anyone, fresh country air...makes you sleep like a baby."


The Warner siblings stood around the couch in the rental house's living room and looked at Dr. Otto von Scratchansniff who was curled on his side and snoring away.

Yakko gestured with his thumb towards the doc and commented, "The voice of experience."

"Shh!" Dot chided, "Don't wake the baby!"

Yakko pointed towards the door and whispered, "Come on, let's go."

He and Dot ran out first, Wakko stayed behind a second and asked, "What baby?", then followed after them.

As far as the eye could see there was nothing but grass and trees and blue sky and dirt paths to hike on.

"So what'll we do for 2 whole weeks?" Dot asked.

"Ahhhhhh," Yakko had just started to say, when all three of them picked up on a strange sound. They looked around and their eyes got wide as they saw the ground being upturned in a straight line leading right towards them. They all stood back, not sure what to expect, when suddenly the ground was broken through and up popped-

"Hey!" Babs Bunny said as she looked around, "This isn't the Acme Multiplex." She squinted her eyes in a scowl and looked around and called out, "BUS-TER!"

The ground beside her cracked but all that came up was a pained groan as her traveling companion met with a large rock blocking his exit. Babs yelped as her burrow got crowded and hopped out of the ground and looked as Buster popped up, rubbing his head.

"Babs! Buster!" Dot exclaimed.

"No relation," the two rabbits said as Buster finally set foot on level ground.

"Hey guys," Buster said, then looked around and saw where they were, "Hey, what're you guys doing here?"

"We're on vacation," Dot answered.

"What're you doing here?" Yakko asked.

"Apparently we took a wrong turn," Buster commented.

"I told you," Babs sniped.

"So I was wrong, it can happen," Buster replied.

"How'd you guys get here?" Babs asked.

"Ol' Scratchy brought us here," Wakko answered.

Busted turned one way, and then the other, and groaned, "Oh man, we're so far out of Acme Acres, we won't get back before dark."

"No problem," Yakko said, "you guys can stay here, Scratchy won't mind a couple more house guests. I'd stake my good name on it."

Babs crinkled up her nose and asked him, "What good name?"

Yakko scowled towards the 4th wall and said, "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that."