I'm all the way to chapter three! I didn't even think I'd get passed the prologue! Thanks again to my reviewers, especially Animanizanny. You should check out Animanizanny's story Royal Pains. After reading this, you might need a laugh. Anyways, enjoy. Or not. It's up to you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Animaniacs.
Chapter 3: Wake Up!
Yakko impatiently tapped his finger on the kitchen table.
"Are you sure you just sent him to get pancakes?"
Dot kept glancing at the door expecting her brother to come marching in at any moment, but he never did.
"Well, you know Wakko. He's probably just buying some extra stuff, like ice cream and chocolate. He might be messing with the store clerk. Yeah! That's it!" Dot said more to reassure herself than her brother.
"Yeah, you're probably right. We'll just wait a little longer I suppose."
But as they waited, minutes went by, and still, nothing. Yakko began to get worried. Wakko wouldn't just run off, would he? They always ate breakfast together.
"I'm gonna go find him. You wanna come?" Yakko asked.
"Yeah. He probably fell asleep on the way back or something. He was up before me," Dot said, but Yakko could hear the doubt in her voice.
"Let's go."
Yakko jumped out the tower door and began running right when he hit the ground. Dot was following close behind him.
He's probably just taking his time in the freezer section. I'm sure he'll be there.
Yakko and Dot ran through the doors of the store and immediately began searching, but despite their efforts, they came out without Wakko.
"Where could he be?" Dot asked as she panted.
Yakko was about to answer her, until he spotted something against the building they were standing by. He picked up the grocery bag that Wakko had set down before he was kidnaped. Inside, he found pancakes and chocolate ice cream.
No. This can't be Wakko's. It's possible that someone else bought ice cream and pancakes at four in the morning, right?
As much as Yakko hated to admit it, he knew this was Wakko's bag, but Wakko was nowhere in sight. Then, something else caught his eye. He walked to the edge of the alley, where he spotted a familiar red cap.
Something's wrong.
Yakko grabbed his sister's hand and began running.
"Where're we going?"
"To get help. We won't make the same mistake that Babs made. We're gonna find our brother!"
Ow... my head.
Wakko sat up, but instantly regretted it as it only made his headache worse.
Where am I? He thought to himself.
He looked around, but saw nothing, literally. He was surrounded by darkness, unable to see where he was. The only thing he could see were his gloves and his white fur that always seemed to stick out in the dark. Suddenly, a red light shot down on him from above. He peered around the room again, but still saw nothing. He was the only thing that could be seen.
He jumped when he began to hear laughing... hysterical, high-pitched, crazy laughing.
"Who's there?" he tried to say, but it only came out as a whisper.
Out of the darkness came a familiar white-faced demon that Wakko thought he would never have to see again.
"Clown!"
He reached behind his back, but couldn't find his mallet or his gag bag. He began to panic as the clown came closer.
"Hello nice puppy boy!"
The makeup. The big shoes. The crazy hair. Make it stop! I have to run!
With that, Wakko stormed off in the opposite direction of the clown, only to hear running behind him. But to his horror, he didn't hear just one creepy voice now.
"Come here little puppy!" screamed another high-pitched voice, a different one, but still scary non the less.
Oh no... I'm being chased by clowns... I'm being chased by clowns!
Wakko kept running despite his pounding headache and the burning pain in his legs. He suddenly fell face first to the ground when he stumbled over one of his feet.
"Puppy boy! Don't run away!" yelled a third clown as he towered over Wakko. "We just wanna play with you and ride around you in our little car!"
"No! Go away!" he screamed, tightly shutting his eyes.
He thought that when he opened them, they would be gone, but they weren't. In fact, there were even more towering over him now. Wakko shook in fear as the clowns began to morph. Their teeth grew sharp and their eyes grew wide and demented. Wakko kept reaching behind his back for his mallet, even though he knew his efforts were useless. He let out a yelp as the demon clowns lunged at him.
Wakko's eyes shot open, revealing a blinding white ceiling above him. He slowly sat up, his heart still pounding in his chest from his nightmare. His nightmare.
It was just a nightmare?
Wakko sighed in relief, but his relief vanished when he realized that he wasn't in his tower. As he looked around, he noticed that he was in a weird lab/hospital type room. On the right side of the wall was a window revealing three human men in white lab coats looking in at him.
What's going on? Am I still dreaming?
Wakko looked down only to find himself in a white gown. He reached up to grab his cap, but it was missing.
What happened? How did I even get here?
Wakko's eyes grew wide as he remembered the events of the previous morning. Or was it this morning? He couldn't remember.
That weird guy in the fedora. Me getting stuffed into a bag.
Wakko gently touched the bump on his head, but winced at the sudden pain.
"Good morning sunshine!" said a voice cheerfully over the intercom. "Did we sleep well?"
Hardy, Wakko thought, but he remained silent. Wakko peered to the window once more and found it was one of the three men that were speaking to him.
"I can understand that you don't want to communicate at this time. I know you probably had a rough night."
How does he know that? He can't read my dreams, can he? That's creepy!
Wakko worked up the courage to speak.
"Where am I?" To his surprise, his voice was raspy and dry. He cleared it and spoke slightly louder.
"Why am I here?"
The man currently speaking to him, a tall man with black hair and bottlecap glasses, smiled widely at him.
"Don't worry about that. Just hold still, ok?"
Wakko was startled as a large circular machine began to come down around him from above. He was expecting to be shocked or hurt, but he felt nothing. He simply heard a beeping sound as the machine spun around him.
As it lifted back up, a computerized voice spoke.
"No color loss detected."
Wakko tilted his head in confusion. What was going on?
"You're a tough little toon, aren't you?" spoke the man. "No madder. This just makes our experiment more interesting."
The man took out a clipboard and scribbled something down.
Wakko knew it wasn't the best question to ask in his situation, but he couldn't help it, being the strange and curious eight-year-old that he was.
"Hey mister?" The man looked at him. "Where's my hat?"
The man raised a brow.
"I have no knowledge of your hat."
"Oh," Wakko said sheepishly.
"Alright little... toon boy," Wakko raised an eyebrow at the way the man said toon. Like it was a disease. "We're going to run a little test, ok? Just relax."
What does he mean another-
But Wakko's thoughts were cut off as a green gas began to fill the room. He suddenly became very drowsy and his head fell back down on the hard table he was laying on.
A whole day of searching, and still, nothing.
Dot looked at Yakko, concerned. Despite everyone telling him that they hadn't seen Wakko, he still kept asking. He had been up all night calling people, she could see the fatigue in his eyes. She was worried about Wakko, really worried, but she was worried about her oldest brother too. She already lost one brother, she didn't need to mentally lose the other.
"Yakko..."
"Dot, don't even say it!" he snapped. "I don't need sleep!"
Dot just stared at him, stunned. He almost never yelled at her, even when she deserved it, but now he was yelling at her for caring about him. Her fists clenched and her eyes narrowed.
Big mistake big brother.
She marched up to him and out of nowhere snatched the phone out of his hand.
"Dot! What are you-"
She stood on a chair so she was his height and pressed her nose against his, evilly glaring at him.
"You listen here Yakko Warner! If you think calling people that you know don't know where Wakko is just to reassure yourself is going to get us anywhere, then you seriously need to go get your head checked! If you want to find him, then you need to get out there and look for him! Do you understand?"
Yakko stared at her, speechless, which was very rare for Yakko. Usually, he was the witty one, always thinking of ideas. Always having a plan. This time though, his baby sister was the one with more sense than him. An awkward silence went on for several minutes until Yakko finally broke it.
"I'm sorry. You're right."
"I know I am," she said proudly.
"We need to get out there and find him, but first we need to know where to look." Dot glared at him again.
"What did I do now?" he asked.
"I'll call someone who might be able to help us. While I talk to him, I want you to take a nap," she said in a motherly tone.
"But Dot-"
"Now!" she snapped.
"Ok! Sheesh! I'm going mom!"
"Some girls got it, some girls don't."
Wakko sat in his bed, shaking.
When will this end?
He had slept through another one of those horrid nightmares that he learned the scientists were making him have. He had thought that the clown nightmare seemed a little too real, but he didn't really think to much into it. Know it made sense. They were making him have nightmares, he didn't know how or why, but he knew they were.
This nightmare was also a clown nightmare, just like the rest, but it was worse. Instead of them starting out happy and them changing, they were already morphed and had caught him before he even started running.
"Hello again toon boy," said the man from his first nightmare.
"My name is Wakko!" Wakko yelled, unable to contain it any longer. "Why am I here!" he demanded to know.
"Well... Wakko, I can't tell you that right now." Wakko gritted his teeth.
This isn't fair!
"Alright toon- I mean- Wakko. We're going to run another test, but this one will be different than the others."
Wakko began to shiver, already frightened for what was coming.
"Hey mister! What kind of tests are these anyway? How is giving me bad dreams a test?"
"Just stay still Wakko."
He obviously doesn't know much about how us Warners act. If you ask us to "stay still" that doesn't mean we'll listen.
Wakko was about to jump off the table when suddenly a bar fell over him, holding him down. He struggled to push it off, but it wouldn't budge. He kicked his legs , trying to move out, but two straps wrapped around Wakko's ankles, holding his legs down. The same thing happened with his wrists.
"This might sting a little Wakko."
What?
He felt something pinch his skin and found that a needle was being pushed into his arm by a strange machine. His whole body began going numb and he started to feel that familiar drowsy feeling.
No! Don't fall asleep! Don't... fall...
He struggled to hold his eyes open, but whatever they injected into him was taking over.
He almost instantly found himself in a dream. It wasn't pitch black all around him, like in all his other nightmares. Instead, it was completely white.
"Wakko!"
Wakko smiled brightly when he saw his brother running towards him.
This must be a good dream! I guess they're done with the nightmares.
Much to Wakko's delight, Dot was right behind Yakko.
"Guys! I missed you so much!" he yelled out to them, nearly crying tears of joy.
Just as he was about to reach them, he was cut off by flames bursting up in front of him.
"Yakko! Dot!"
He looked into the flames, horrified at what he saw. His siblings were burning!
"No!"
He reached in and tried to grab Dot, but he only got burned. He held hid hand in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks. His siblings were burning in the flames, and there was nothing he could do. He nearly fainted when he saw their skin melting.
This is too much! Wake up!
Wakko continuously pinched himself, but it wouldn't work. He turned away from his dead family. He couldn't stand to look at them anymore. He fell to his knees and sobbed into his hands.
