Author's note: to celebrate the release of the third season of the reboot, I bring forth a new one shot focused exclusively on the Warners. This is a longer one than usual; I was very inspired while making this.

Also, quick disclaimer, there is quite a bit of swearing in this story. It shouldn't interfere with your enjoyment of this story in any way, but I just wanted to make you all aware before you dive in.

With that said, enjoy!

It was a typical morning for the Warner brothers and sister. The siblings made homemade pancakes and waffles for breakfast, which was absolutely delicious. Wakko, unsurprisingly, had five of each: Yakko and Dot had seconds too, but neither of them could match the appetite of the middle Warner sibling. Now all of them were off doing their own thing. Yakko was sitting in the living room drinking his morning cup of coffee while reading a copy of Toonz magazine. He saw several articles about the latest whereabouts of toon stars and actors, but sadly, none of them featured him or his siblings. This didn't come as a shock to him, as the mass majority thought of them as wild, feral, out of control inkblots whose only desire is to wreak havoc wherever they go.

The whole world needs to take a chill pill, Yakko thought. They do realize that a lot of the pranks me and my sibs pull off are harmless, right?

Yakko sighed. He never understood why some people were so against him and his sibling's zaniness. Being zany is simply who they were. All they wanted was to have a little fun, that's all. Not wanting to ponder this any longer, he decided to forget about the topic for now and proceeded to continue looking through his magazine. His eyes bulged as they laid upon an image of an attractive young feline, wearing a glittery blue mini dress and heels.

"Well, Hellooo kitty! My, you look stunning in that photo, my beautiful," Yakko toyed, his eyes glittering at the picture of the woman. "You like fish, huh? I wish you were one, so I could reel you into the water tower and into my arms."

Yakko admired the picture, his eyes glued to the page. What could he say? He was a fourteen year old boy, so naturally, he had taken interest in the ladies. Should he be embarrassed to admit that the only reason he subscribed to Toonz in the first place was so that he could look at pictures of all these pretty women? Probably, but it was so hard to resist. That teenage adrenalin was driven into his head, which encouraged him to read every single magazine that arrived in his mailbox every sunday…

"Wait a minute…today is sunday," Yakko realized, "and this is last week's issue!"

Yakko's eyes fluttered, a sudden burst of excitement filling his body. He quickly tossed the magazine on top of a pile of magazines that had built up overtime, then he raced to the front door. He turned the handle toward his right and swung the large metal door open. Stepping out onto the balcony of the water tower, Yakko felt a cool, morning breeze hit his face. It was windy up there, a given for living in a water tower. Yakko opened the mailbox and grabbed his mail, then he shifted back inside, shutting the door as he did so. He plopped down on the couch and started going through his mail. As expected, there was the latest installment of Toonz magazine. Yakko smiled just thinking about all the pictures of girls that awaited him inside. Besides his magazine, he received his monthly water bill, but also a peculiar looking envelope with nothing but a stamp on it.

For some odd reason, that plain white envelope caught his attention. Yakko couldn't explain why, but something about that envelope piqued his interest. It appears that someone had written him a letter, which was something that almost never happens. Curious, he picked up the letter and held it up to his face. Upon closer examination, he saw a printed name, written in pen: John Chapman, Chicago, Illinois.

Must be from a fan, was Yakko's assumption. It's been a while since I've gotten one of these.

Yakko arched an eyebrow, becoming even more curious as to what was inside. If this was written by a fan, he was bound to receive a compliment or two, and Yakko definitely liked being praised. Opening the envelope, he found a half sheet of paper that had been shoved inside there. Turning the paper over, he saw a messy sprawl of handwriting scribbled all over the paper. Yakko squinted his eyes and started reading what had been written:

You three meddling kids! You just make my blood boil everytime I think about you three! You cause chaos everywhere you go, and you have NO respect for authority whatsoever! You torture those who don't even deserve it, and you don't stop until they're breaking down on the floor crying! I hope you little brats get locked up in that tower for another sixty years! No! I hope you get locked up forever!

John C

P.S I HATE your show. It's not funny at all.

Yakko scowled at the note. All this curiosity and intrigue for nothing! What first seemed like a letter of praise had turned out to be a letter filled with nothing but complete hatred! Anger pestering inside him, he crumpled the letter up and threw it across the room. It made a thud as it hit the wall, landing in the garbage bin.

Idiot, he thought, You just had to be an asshole, didn't you?

Yakko gave out an agitated sigh as he slumped further into the couch. He no longer had interest in looking at the magazine he had just received in the mail. He was too angry to do anything at that moment but sulk in his own frustration. Typical, he thought. He had received backlash many times before from random strangers he met on the street. It's always the same thing every time: "You kids are crazy! Out of control! Off the wall!" There are some who think of him and his siblings as horrific, diabolical monsters, whose only desire is to destroy everything in their sight. They're seen as nothing more than a nuisance, in the way, always up to no good: that's what pisses him off the most.

He never understood why so many people in this world had a problem with him and his siblings for doing the most harmless of pranks, much less did he understand why some were so cruel towards his family. Right now, he felt like he was being treated like a stain; a gross abomination waiting to be washed clean from the world. Just thinking about these thoughts made his head spin faster and faster…

"Hey Yakko?"

Yakko blinked. He didn't realize that he had been spacing out for the last minute or two. Looking up, he saw his sister standing in front of him. Her face read contentment, which was a high contrast to his look of stress.

"How do I look today?" She asked as she spun around, her pink skirt fluttered as she made two three-sixties in a row.

"Cute as a button, as always," Yakko replied. He put on a fake, happy smile, masking his underlying anger.

Wakko then entered the room from the kitchen. He was eating a banana for a snack, despite the fact that he had just eaten a huge breakfast only two hours earlier.

"Hey, Yakko!" Wakko said brightly, "Haven't seen you in a hot minute. How are you?"

"I'm good, baby bro," he lied.

"That's good. I'm glad you're in a good mood today. I am too!" Of course Wakko wouldn't pick up on subtle hints of him feeling frustrated. He isn't one for noticing inner details like that.

"So, whatcha up to?" Dot then asked.

"Nothing much. I was just looking through some mail, that's all," Yakko told his sibs.

"Let me guess: you were looking through Toonz magazine again to see all the hottest actresses currently in Hollywood," Dot snickered, "You and girls."

" uhhh, that's not too far from the truth," Yakko admitted. He blushed, a sheepish grin taking form on his face.

"Case and point," she attested, wearing a smug grin.

"Hey, Yakko can't help it if he's curious. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious, too," Wakko smirked. He chuckled to himself, then proceeded to take another bite of his banana.

"Thanks for your input, Wakko. I'm glad you of all people have my back." Yakko returned Dot's smug look; the Warner sister rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she sighed," Anyway, I just wanted to check on you."

"I'm doing fine, sis."

But he wasn't. Deep down, Yakko had been deeply hurt by the note. He knew that everything that guy said about him and his siblings was completely wrong, but he couldn't help but grieve about it. He couldn't help but remember what was written on that paper, reciting those nasty, hurtful words in his mind over and over again like a broken record. He tried to think of something to distract himself, but he couldn't. All he could think about at that moment was the letter, that godforsaken letter. Suddenly, Yakko found himself in a great deal of stress. Dot's annoyed facial expression was replaced by that of a concerned sibling. Wakko too noticed his brother's sudden change in mood. Both siblings knew that it wasn't like Yakko to look and act this anxious; they knew something was up.

"Um, Yakko? Are you ok?" Dot asked, worried. "Earth to Yakko. Everything good with you?"

Yakko shook his head of these rapid thoughts, being brought out of his trance and back to reality. His eyes then moved towards Dot standing in front of him, her eyes narrowed at him, her hands placed on her hips. She looked perturbed by Yakko's sudden change in mood.

"Yakko? You good?" Dot asked again, growing more concerned.

Yakko made a face, taking offense to his sister's concern.

"Why are you asking me this?" He grumbled," you just asked me how I was."

"Well, I noticed you're looking pretty anxious right now, so being the good sister I am, I thought I'd say something about it," Dot replied bluntly.

Yakko scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Who me? Anxious? Oh, I never feel anxious, Dot. What makes you say that?"

Dot raised her eyebrow, unfazed by Yakko's bullshit claim.

"Yeah, right. I believe that as much as I believe that you'd make a good boyfriend for Hello Nurse," Retorted Dot.

"I mean, she's not married." Yakko shrugged.

"That's not the point, Yakko!" She shouted, "I know there's something wrong, and I want to help you. But I can't do that if you're going to act bashful and not say anything! You're not making this any easier on yourself! Might as well just fess up now!"

Yakko groaned, exasperated. He realized now that he had practically backed himself into a brick wall, with no way out of it. He knew that Dot is a very strong willed, extroverted person, always willing to put up a fight and eager to win it. Once she was fired up, it was hard for her to back down. Dot knew he was lying, and it was foolish of Yakko to think that she would fall for a white lie that easily. And besides, she was right; he should admit to her why he's upset rather than keeping it to himself, acting as if everything was fine when it really wasn't.

"Ok, fine! Ya got me!" He admitted, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "I guess I'm feeling just a tad bit anxious right now, but only a tad."

" Oh, are you now? I thought Mr. Yakko never felt anxious. How could I make an assumption like that?" His sister taunted, mocking his own words. This did nothing to help the matter.

"I am feeling anxious! I am!" Yakko declared profoundly. He then slapped his hands against his face, burying his angry scowl in his palms. Overwhelmed, he gave out an aggravated sigh to relieve some of his stress

He sat still for a moment and said nothing more, becoming even more distressed than he already was, and his anxiousness only worsened by the second. Suddenly, Yakko felt a comforting hand be placed on his shoulder. He unburied his face from his hands and looked towards his right to see Dot sitting next to him. Her scowl has been replaced with a worried frown, her eyes having a saddened glow to them. Wakko had sat down on the armrest of the couch, his eyes glanced in his direction. He paused briefly from eating his banana and stared at him with a troubled face, his ears drooped over his eyes.

"I just don't get it" he cried out loud, "I don't get why that…t-that goddamn thought is stuck in my head!"

"What happened? Are you sad?" Dot asked, her voice uneasy.

Yakko sighed again, before speaking in a quiet whisper:

"I'm not sad, I'm angry. Very, very angry. It's not even with anyone I know, but a complete stranger. I received a letter from someone in the mail – I think John Chapman was his name, but that doesn't really matter. But let's just say he's not a very nice person."

"What did he say?" Wakko interrupted with a question. Yakko hesitated briefly before continuing.

"He called us meddling kids, and said we had no respect for the people around us," Yakko rambled. He felt himself grow angrier as he spoke. "And worst of all, he wishes for us to be locked in the tower for another sixty years and longer! He said such horrible, disgusting things about us! He doesn't give a hoot and a hollar about us! He is nothing but a jerk!"

Yakko slammed his fist hard against his leg, releasing some of his internal anger. He gasped, his eyes grew wide. It was only now that Yakko realized just how upset he was about that nasty letter. He jolted his head left and right to look at his two siblings. By the look on their faces, they obviously did not expect him to be so outraged. He immediately felt guilty for lashing out.

"I'm sorry guys," he apologized to them. "I didn't mean to raise my voice. I'm just really upset by what that guy said."

"Yakko, it's fine," Dot told him. "You shouldn't apologize for how you're feeling. You have all the right to feel that way. That guy sounds like a real dick, excuse my language.

"You are excused. And you're right, because he is," replied Yakko. After being reassured by his sister, he started to feel a little better. "More than anything, I'm just in disbelief. I can't believe that guy had the audacity to send a letter of hate to us. He went through all that trouble just to be an asshole! Unfortunately, it's all too common for people to criticize us for just wanting to have fun. All they ever want to do is make us feel bad for being ourselves."

"Well who cares what they say," Dot proclaimed. "They obviously don't care about us, so why should we?"

"That's a good point, Dot," he nodded, impressed by his little sister's profound statement.

"Yeah, I agree with Dot. That guy sounds like a nutcase," Wakko added. "I mean, meddling kids? Really? He sounds like a villain that would be on Scooby Doo.

At that, Yakko burst out laughing – Wakko was so right about that. Right now, he'd take a kick to even the slightest bit of humor. If there's one thing that will always cheer Yakko up, it's a good laugh. He giggled for a while before regaining control of himself.

"Heh heh. Ah, gee. Thanks for that laugh, Wakko. I really needed that," Yakko said as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Not a problem, big brother. Anything to make you feel better," replied Wakko.

After saying that, Wakko finished his banana by squeezing the end of the peel, the banana falling into his mouth and devouring it in one bite. The middle Warner licked his lips, satisfied with his snack.

"Mmm, deelicious," he stated, before belching loudly. Dot and Yakko grimaced at their brother's actions. Wakko chuckled. "Oops, excuse me," he said.

He then hopped off the couch and ran over towards the garbage can, flicking the banana peel into the bin. Suddenly, Wakko had an inquisitive look on his face as he grabbed something that was inside of the garbage can. Yakko's eyes widened when he saw what his brother had picked up: it was the crumpled letter!

"What's this?" Wakko asked himself as he started to uncrumple the paper.

"Wakko, don't!" Cried Yakko as he leapt off the couch and sprinted towards his brother; Dot followed close behind.

Yakko felt his stomach churn. Even after all this time, he still felt hurt by what was written on that letter. Those nasty words were still eating at him. And now, Wakko was about to read it! Wakko is the most emotional of the three, despite denying that he was. He is prone to getting sad, angry and upset when faced with a difficult subject, and this letter is without a doubt one of those. He tried to stop his brother from looking at it, but it was too late. Wakko had unfolded the letter and began reading it to himself. His eyes widened as he read the contents of the letter, his jaw hanging open. When the boy finished reading, he contracted his lips and created a low pitched whistle with his mouth.

"Jeez. You weren't kidding, Yakko. This is brutal," Wakko remarked, glancing down at the floor. "It's kinda upsetting me now that I think about it."

"This is why I told you not to read it," He told his brother disapprovingly. "I didn't want you to be upset."

"Sorry, Yakko. I mean, I'm not upset about it. It's just that…I don't know, it's just that I don't understand how somebody could do something like this to us," Wakko explained.

"I only know as much as you do, sib," Yakko answered, "but try not to let it bother you. The last thing I want is for you and your sister to be affected by this. I worry about you guys. Remember that."

"You don't need to worry about us, Yakko," Dot butted into her brother's conversation. "We're big kids; we can handle this sort of stuff."

"I know, I know. And I'm not trying to sugarcoat it. I just don't want either one of you to be hurt by what this person said about us," Yakko confessed. "There are people in this world who have nothing better to do in their lives than to hate other people. This disrespect…it makes my blood boil. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night – all this hate towards us, I can't take it anymore! And the last thing I want is for you guys to feel the same stress that I do, you hear me?"

His stress began to take control of his mind again. Yakko felt his muscles tense, and a migraine was coming on. He placed a hand against his head, rubbing continuously to battle the swelling. He wasn't trying to create an ordeal out of it, but couldn't help but be stressed out about this; stress came natural to him. He never liked being looked down upon, and when faced with criticism, he just sort of snapped under all that pressure put on him. He never liked to look weak around his siblings. If they saw him worried, they would worry too, and that was the last thing that Yakko wanted to see right now. But sometimes that stress was so great that all of his feelings would release at once; he couldn't hide his emotions forever. No, he thought. He must retake control of his conscience.

"No-no sibs. I'm sorry for putting all that pressure on you…I'm just- you know.." Yakko stuttered over his own words, speechless for once.

Wakko and Dot looked at each other nervously, unsure of what to do. Dot approached her eldest brother slowly, a mix of worry and sorrow on her face. She wrapped her arm around Yakko's neck. Yakko flinched, surprised, and looked at his sister.

"Yakko, it's ok. Really, it is," she consoled. "There's no need to work yourself up over this. It's really not that big of a deal.

Yakko sighed, realizing that he had conceded much more than he wanted to share.

"I know," Yakko muttered, becoming increasingly guilty, "I guess I was letting my own thoughts get the better of me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I hate getting criticism," he confessed, "Everytime someone says something bad about me, you and Wakko, I always get this tense feeling inside me that I can't explain. I just hate all of this gossip. I hate feeling like a loser. I hate letting you down and I-"

"Quit that talk, Yakko. That's not true and you know it," Dot stopped him, her voice firm. "I hate seeing you like this, you know that? You might get stressed sometimes, but that doesn't make you a bad person."

"It- it doesn't?" Yakko managed to say before his body was embraced by his sister's arms.

"Of course not. You're a great person, Yakko. And a phenomenal older brother to the both of us," Dot spoke softly, nuzzling her head against his chest. "Are you seriously going to let a hurtful comment get the better of you?"

Dot's question made Yakko think for a moment, and he quickly realized what she was trying to get at. True, he's gotten into plenty of trouble over the years, and he certainly regrets some of the things he has done. But that didn't make him a bad person, by no means. Besides, toons were naturally zany; they were born that way, and it wasn't like he could do anything to control it. So why not embrace it? Why should he let this one comment made by a stranger that he didn't even know so easily get the better of him?

"No. I won't let it get the better of me," replied Yakko, now completely sure of himself. "What that guy said wasn't even true."

"Exactly. That guy doesn't care about us, so why should you? He'll never understand who you are, so why try to understand him? He doesn't care. He'll never care. But I care. I love you so much, Yakko. Don't you dare put yourself down. I love you too much to see you so miserable."

Yakko smiled for the first time at that moment. He embraced his arms around his sister, cuddling her close. Suddenly, any thought of that letter disappeared from Yakko's mind. The burden he'd been carrying had been lifted off of his shoulder. That guy meant absolutely nothing to him, as well as all the other people who took a dislike to him and his siblings. But if no one else was going to be there for him, then his siblings would be. Wakko and Dot would always be there for every step of the way. Sometimes, Yakko didn't fully take into account how valuable his siblings were to him, and how much he needed them in his life. But whenever he was feeling down, he knew they would be there the moment that he needed them most, and Yakko fully understood that such loyalty should never go underappreciated.

"Thank you, Dot, for always looking out for me," Yakko told his sister, as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"It's just a duty as a sibling to look out for one another," Dot voiced with a smile.

Yakko chuckled. "You took the words right out of my mouth, sister sib."

He continued to snuggle Dot, embracing the moment. Wakko joined the group hug too, wrapping his arms around the both of them. The siblings embraced each other's love, all worries leaving them for the time being. Yakko even shed a tear – not of sadness, but one of utter fulfillment. The hug lasted a minute longer before the siblings unattached themselves from one another.

"Thank you sibs, for cheering up your elder brother," he told his siblings, feeling especially grateful. "I feel much better now, though I wish I could get back at that man for what he said about us."

"I think I might have an idea," Wakko piped up.

Yakko smirked inquisitively. "Oh yeah? What do you suggest we do?"

"I think we should send that letter back to that John Chapman guy, but we'll hide an explosive device within the paper," the boy suggested. "When he opens it, KABOOM! That'll get him for sure." He raised his arm up, waving the now tattered letter in his hand, his tail wagging refusily.

Yakko rubbed his hand against his chin and considered Wakko's idea for a moment. It didn't take very long before he had made up his mind

"That idea is so crazy that it just might work!" Yakko declared, throwing his hands in the air. "Count me in!"

Both brothers snickered, identical goofy grins on their faces. Wakko pulled his gag bag out of his hammerspace. He dug around in the bag until he found a stick of dynamite. Dynamite in hand, he carefully wrapped the paper around the explosive device until the dynamite could no longer be seen. At first glance, it appeared as a scroll, but in reality, it was a hypersensitive TNT that would set off as soon as it was touched by human hands. Yakko, thoroughly impressed by his brother's work, put a supportive arm around his brother's shoulder.

"I gotta hand it to you, baby bro. When it comes to pulling off these crazy stunts of yours, you sure know how to do justice," he praised.

Wakko blushed. "Gee, thanks Yakko. I do my best."

"And best I shall accept," Yakko replied with a mischievous smile. Dot approached her brothers, wearing the same grin on her face as them. Yakko wrapped an arm around his sister, hugging both his siblings tightly. "Sibs, I say that we all run down to the post office and mail this letter."

"I'm in!" Dot concurred. "That gut totally deserves it."

"Yeah, me too," Wakko chimed in. "No one gets to be mean to my brother. It's about time this bully gets his butt kicked!"

"I wouldn't call him a bully, Wakko," Yakko told his brother, ruffling his hair.

Wakko looked puzzled. "Oh, so what would he call him then?"

Yakko gave his brother a sly grin. "We'll call him our special friend," was his reply.