Yay! Chapter one! Please bare with me people. I want to thank Animanizanny for supporting me and being my first reviewer. Oh, just so you all know, this is mostly told through Yakko's eyes, even though it's still third person point of view. In later chapters it'll be told through the eyes of other characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Animaniacs.
Chapter 1: Crazy Science
Yakko, bored out of his mind, continued to flip through the T.V. channels. Wakko plopped down on the spot next to him, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Dot got comfy on the other side.
"The one time we get a day off, and there's nothing to watch," Dot muttered.
Yakko just sighed and continued to flip through the channels.
"We could always watch that one crazy guy on the science channel," Wakko suggested.
Yakko shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess I could use a laugh. The only man that makes science seem like a joke," Yakko said as he flipped to the channel.
"Is he wearing a lab coat?" Dot asked, holding in her giggles as the scientist stepped to the podium.
"How can all these people take him seriously?" Wakko asked.
"He's surrounded by people just like him, crazy and obsessed. The lab coat, to them, makes him look more professional," Yakko explained.
"Whatever." Dot sighed. "Let's just watch it. There's nothing better to do."
"Now Mr. John Tamson will speak to us about his recent studies in the toon species and how he plans to extend our knowledge in it,"
"I know how they can extend their knowledge, ask!" Dot huffed and crossed her arms. "Honestly, if they want to learn more about us, they should just ask."
"Even if they did ask and we did tell them about ourselves, what would they do with all that information?" Yakko asked.
"It's just a scientist thing," Wakko said as he stuffed his face.
On screen, Mr. Tamson, a tall man with unbrushed brown hair and dark green eyes, began to speak into the microphone.
"Thank you Jim. I'm very anxious to talk to you all about my ideas in the study of the toon species. Now, according to my research, toons are very different than humans when it comes to fear."
"Yes, while only most humans are afraid of you, all toons are afraid of you," Yakko said to the T.V.
"Toons can't stand him. There's not one toon in his audience," Wakko mentioned.
"Of course, what I read was not very accurate, and I didn't read much, but I have thought of a way to expand my research."
"This oughts be good," Dot said sarcastically.
"If I could work with actual toons, I might be able to unlock the truth about toons and their relationship with fear."
"What are you proposing Mr. Tamson?"
Tamson grinned and looked out to the crowd.
"If I could run various tests on toons, I might be able to break new grounds in the study of the toon species."
Yakko nearly fell off the couch.
Is he serious? This guy really needs to get a life.
On screen, faint whispers were heard throughout the audience. Dot just shook her head in disappointment.
"I can't believe there's actually people like that. Did he hit his head as a child or something?"
"Well my sister sibling, here's what I think. He's probably a social outcast who still lives with his mother and needs an outlet for all his bottled up feelings."
"And that outlet being doing cruel tests on innocent toons to find out useless information that won't benefit our civilization in any way possible?"
"Pretty much. What do you think Wakko?" Yakko asked, looking over to his brother.
Wakko set his popcorn down on the table next to him and looked over at his siblings.
"I think he's flipped his lid." Yakko and Dot nodded in agreement.
"I guess that's a good way of putting it," Yakko replied. Dot hopped off the couch and stretched her arms out.
"I'm going walking around the lot. You guys wanna come?"
Yakko and Wakko both nodded, anxious to get out of their humid little tower.
"It beats watching a mad man talk on public television," Yakko said.
"Let's go!" called Wakko, already halfway down the ladder.
Dot hurried down after him with Yakko following close behind. When they reached the bottom, Yakko ran over to his siblings.
"What should we do?" asked Wakko.
"Why are you asking us? You were the one in such a hurry to get out of the tower," said Dot.
"You were the one who wanted to leave the tower in the first place!" snapped Wakko.
Yakko just shook his head and sighed.
They're at it again.
Yakko watched them, debating on whether to break them up or let them fight it out. Their arguments were unpredictable though. It could go from who gets the T.V. to how the world will end in a madder of seconds. They usually didn't last long though, so Yakko just decided to watch in amusement until the argument dies down.
"You're always blaming me for everything!" Dot yelled.
"I wouldn't have to blame you if it wasn't your fault!"
This isn't dying down. Looks like I'll have to intervene.
"Alright guys, break it up. Let's go bother someone. That's always fun and seems to kill a few minutes of boredom."
"Fine," both siblings said in unison.
As they walked around the lot in search for someone to mess with, the tension between the two younger children dies off and they were talking as if nothing ever happened.
Those are my siblings, unpredictable and crazy, but still forgiving and somewhat normal... sometimes.
Yakko was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard part of a conversation from two toon people at a nearby hotdog stand. The people, a man and a woman, were walking away from it when Yakko heard what they were saying.
"Can you believe that guy!" said the woman in an annoyed voice. "I certainly hope not all humans are like that."
"You know they're not," replied the man in a much calmer tone. "Though there are many cruel humans, there are even more that are kind. Besides, toons can be cruel too."
The woman's shoulders dropped and she sighed.
"I know, but no toon would even think about doing tests on a human, so why should a human want to do tests on a toons."
Yakko immediately knew what they were talking about.
"He's just a nut, that's all. Just don't worry about it. They'll never let him do something like that," said the man in a soothing tone."
Yakko watched them walk away.
Looks like we're not the only ones who thinks Tamson is crazy.
"Yakko? Are you coming or what?" Yakko turned to see Dot giving him an impatient look.
"I was just eavesdropping on someone else's conversation," Yakko said, smiling at her.
"What was it about?" Wakko asked, now interested.
"The crazy nutjob. Turns out we're not the only ones that think he's crazy either."
"Hey Yakko?" Dot said, tapping her brother's shoulder.
"Yeah sis?"
"You don't think...", she hesitated for a moment. "You don't think they'll let him do what he wants to do, do you? Testing toons, I mean?"
"I was wondering that too," Wakko said.
"Don't worry sibs, they don't just let people grab toons off the street and do pointless tests on them."
"What if they did?" Wakko asked, tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Then we'd be screwed," Yakko explained.
"Yakko! Language!" Dot playfully hit him on the arm as she laughed.
"What? I don't see any censors around! Anyways. Let's go get something to eat. It'll take up a couple minutes of our time at least."
"I'm starving," Wakko muttered.
"You're always starving," Dot said as they headed to the nearby hotdog stand.
"That's my bottomless sib," said Yakko proudly.
They all sat down to eat, smiles on their faces, not a care in the world.
Soon, that would all change.
