"Brain?"
They had found their way to the top of Acme Labs. Brain in his lap and Pinky had his arms wrapped around tightly around the shorter pre-teen. They were spending the night just staring at the city lights of buildings of Burbank.
"What is it, Pinky?" Brain took notice that the other boy didn't say 'Narf' or the normal stuff he usually said.
"What do you think the scientists will do when we're adults?" Pinky asked. "We've got a week until we're 12. That means we have..."
"We have six years left, Pinky." Brain helped Pinky.
"Six years until we're 18." Brain watched as Pinky looked away from him. "D-Do you think we'll be put in more scary experiments...like where we almost die?"
Brain just sat there, when did Pinky start thinking about this? "Pinky...why would you..."
"Never mind Brain, it was stupid. Just like I always am." Pinky held Brain closer. "Narf."
Brain frowned at the sad 'Narf' that was heard by him. Brain pulled back causing a little whimper from Pinky. Wrapping his arms around Pinky's neck what was the first thing to stop anymore whimpering coming from Pinky. And Pinky held him even tighter than he was before.
"It's going to be okay, Pinky." Brain assured his best friend. "I'll make sure of it."
"Promise?" Pinky sniffled a little bit.
Brain nodded. "I promise."