It was nice morning in Burbank. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. It was sure to be a fun and eventful day indeed. The quiet was shattered by the bellow of a certain distressed toon boy in a bright red hat. "Ugh! What is taking so long? When will breakfast be ready?" Wakko complained loudly. "Dot wanted to help Mom and Dad this morning." Yakko said as if it should be obvious. "Oh no!" Wakko moaned, throwing his arm over is eyes in dispair. "I'm gonna starve and turn to dust if she's helping!" Wakko rolled off the couch and on to the floor in a dramatic huff. Yakko smirked knowing his brother was right. An eight year old in the kitchen would definitely slow the breakfast train to a grinding halt. The rumbling in his own belly wiped that smirk off his face though. They needed a distraction.
Yakko thought for a moment then snapped his fingers. "How about a game of cards while we wait?" Yakko suggested. He reached into his hammer-space and pulled out his trusty deck of cards and shuffled them with a flourish. Wakko gave him a sideways look. "I wasn't born yesterday Yakko. I know you marked your deck." Wakko pulled his own deck of cards from behind his back and did his own impressive flourish. "Pu-lease Wak, as if you didn't do the same after begging me to teach you. Dad?!" Yakko called into the kitchen. Yakko walked up to his father. "Dad, Wakko and I are gonna play cards but we need a deck that isn't marked." Zakko laughed as he fried some bacon. "And who do you reckon taught you both all those card tricks, eh?" the father of three said with a wink to his oldest. "Sorry pal, my decks marked too. Ask your Mum or fritz a deck." Yakko turned on his heal and his Mom already had a fresh deck handed out for her son to take. "Thanks Mom." Yakko reached out for the dock but his mother pulled it back. "Don't start World War Three." she warned with a quirked eyebrow. Yakko gave a sheepish chuckle and delicately took the deck. "Yes ma'm." and with that he sped back into the living room.
A few hands into their card game, Go Fish, the Warner Brothers sat across one another. Each had a handful of cards a few matched pairs sat next to them, with the rest of the deck sat on the table between them. They eyed each other suspiciously from behind their hand of cards. "Mmm, ahhh." Yakko sighed as he scanned his cards. "Do you have any... Kings?" Yakko asked with smirk, thinking he had Wakko right where he wanted him. Wakko blinked, doing his best poker face. Even though they weren't allowed to play poker without supervision after 'The Incident'. "No. Go fish." Wakko said haughtily.
Yakko's brow furrowed in annoyance. He reached for the deck and pulled a card from the top. After looking at the card, the older boy got a Cheshire grin and added the card to his hand. "Your turn." he said with a sly grin as he propped his feet up to relax. Wakko rubbed his chin in thought. Thinking what his next move should be. Should he ask for an 8? Or maybe an Ace? Wakko looked at his cards. Three 3's, an Ace, a 6, and an 8. "Do you have any 3's?" he asked, holding up three fingers. Yakko stayed silent for half a moment. His smirk deepened.
"No." he said as he fanned himself with is cards. "Go fish." he told Wakko. Wakko frowned at his brother, not liking that smug look. Wakko reached for the deck but did a double take. The last card. Wakko quickly counted up his and Yakko's matched pairs. It was a close game but Yakko had one more matched pair than him. If he could get a 3 that would get him two pairs of 3's and the game would be his! Slowly he reached for the card and lifted it up.
Wakko gasped at the 3 of Diamonds in his hand. "Got what I wanted!" He shouted, sitting up. He waved the card in triumph and Yakko's jaw dropped in shock. "Four 3's! read 'em and sleep!" Wakko set is match of four down. He laughed and cheered and Yakko's face slowly turned as red as his charry tomato nose.
Yakko counted and then re-counted his and Wakko's points. Wakko had indeed gotten a landslide victory at the last possible moment with 2 more points than himself. The older brother rose to his feet. "You cheated!" Yakko accused, pointing a finger at his opponent. Wakko stopped dead in his victory dance. "What?!" he demanded, slamming his hands on the table. It was at this point their parents and younger sister started to notice. "Easy guys-" Zakko started to warn, but Dot tugged on his pant sleeve. "Wait wait Daddy. Lets see what happens." Dot said with a smile. Zakko looked at her skeptically. -Ave you gone mad? We just got this bloody house, I'm not ready for those two too bulldoze it just yet." the Englishman laughed as he lifted his little girl into his arms. Zakko tried to turn up the charm with a nice smile to his wife. "Want to intervene?" He asked.
"Absolutely not you lazy bum." Angie deadpanned and he husband's handsome smile fell instantly. "I'm not even on my second cup of coffee. You wrangle them, their your sons." she accused and stuck her tongue out at him and her daughter. Dot giggled as Zakko shook his head with a small chuckle."Why is it, when one of these three start acting up, their suddenly just my children?" the man asked his wife. "Because I said so. " she said and that was that. Zakko rolled his eyes. "Well baby girl, looks like you got your wish." he told Dot as the three of them watched the battle unfold from the relative safety of the kitchen.
"What did you say?" Wakko asked slowly, his eyes narrowing. Yakko leaned forward. "I said..." he slammed his hands on the table "You cheated!" he yelled. "Did Not!" Wakko yelled back, getting in his brother's face. Yakko shook a fist at his brother turned rival. "Did too! You're a cheater!" Yakko screamed. Wakko crossed his arms and turned his nose up. "I know you are, but what am I?" he asked snidely. Yakko hopped up to stand on the table. "A cheater!" he repeated. Wakko jumped on to the table to match Yakko. "I am NOT a cheater! You're a cheater!" Wakko pointed at Yakko before waving his hands and pulling a Gookie. "Mister Cheater!" Wakko danced around, mocking his brother.
Yakko gasped and held a hand to his chest, looking offended. "Me?! Why I -oughta..." Yakko growled. Him and Wakko each balled their fists and pounced on one another. In an instant they were a whirlwind of dust and fists, dustdeviling around the living room and hurling insults at each other. Angie sighed is dismay as she watched her sons. "I wish Taz hadn't have taught them that trick. I really wish they weren't so good at it." she sounded a little impressed as she watched the ball of blue, beige and black fur zipped around the room. She turned to her husband and daughter, who was currently their favorite. Not that they would tell the boys that. "Ward, I'm worried about the Beavers." she joked, pointing at th pair. Zakko and Dot both laughed and Zakko shrugged.
The boys continued to fly around the room for awhile longer before finally separating. Yakko hiked his slacks up and Wakko fixed his hat. They were both huffing and puffing they were so out of breath. "Had enough?" Wakko asked. Yakko waved a dismissive hand at his not so little brother. Wakko was scrappy but Yakko would never admit it. "You didn't even hurt me." he said. Wakko growled in anger before running just out of sight of Yakko and the rest of his family. Suddenly, faster than should have been possible, a cannon, five times Wakko's size, came from the hallway with Wakko riding the back end with a lit match in his hand. The parents gasped, frozen in shock. They didn't know where Wakko learned to fritz something like that.
With a slightly crazed smile, Wakko lit the fuse. Yakko checked his nails mockingly, not looking the least bit impressed or concerned. At the last second, he stepped aside as the floor where he was standing was blasted. It left a scorch mark that would thankfully fade within the hour. "You missed! Ha!" Yakko called. He flipped the cannon around to aim at Wakko. Wakko faked a gasp of shock before stepping out of the way of the blast just as Yakko had done. With a big smile, Wakko leaned against the still smoking cannon. "You didn't even touch me! Double Ha!" he taunted Yakko.
"Oh yeah?!" Yakko dived from atop the cannon and once again the brother's were dustdeviling around the room and yelling unintelligible insults. Dot, Angie and Zakko all rolled their eyes before looking at each other in confusion. Somehow Yakko and Wakko both jumped from the still swirling cloud of dusts and fists, each armed with their mallets. They each raised their mallets above their heads before bringing them down at the same time. A blast of dust covered their family's view of the battle for a moment before clearing. Wakko was on the ground with Yakko's mallet firmly on his head. Like his brother, Yakko was flat on his back with Wakko's mallet stuck to his skull.
"Alright... Wait..."Yakko puffed, still out of breath as he got to his feet and offered a hand to Wakko. Wakko gladly took it and was pulled to his feet. The Brothers both smiled at each other madly. That had turned out to be pretty amazing battle of toon powers. "Why don't we just play another card game?" Yakko finished asking after he caught his breath. Wakko laughed a little, still catching his own breath. "Okay, fine." Wakko thought for a moment. "What d-ya' want ta play?" he asked. Yakko suddenly perked up with an idea. "How about..." He slowly turned to face their audience of parents and sister. "War?" he asked Wakko with an evil smile. Wakko's eyes widened before his own equally evil smile crept on to his face. He nodded eagerly.
Zakko and Angie both gasped in fright. "No no no! That's enough you two!" Zakko yelled toon-speeding into the living room. "Yakko! Wakko! Clean this mess up now!" Angie yelled right behind Zakko. But before they could reach them, the boys dived for one another. A loud boom shook the house and Angie and Zakko were both blown back.
The dust settled and revealed Yakko and Wakko piled in a heap on the floor. They had knocked each other out cold! "Well that's more breakfast for us I guess." Zakko sighed as he lifted Yakko's limp form into his arms, already thinking of his son's extra portions that would soon be in his stomach. He winced at the sight of the matching pink bumps sprouting from each of his sons heads. "I'm honestly impressed." Angie said as she picked Wakko up too. The both commented on the tiny yellow stars circling Yakko's head and the little blue birds that circled Wakko's head as they took the boys upstairs. "Follow me, I have an idea." Zakko said as he went into his and Angie's room. Dot followed behind snickering
"You have the camera?" he asked his lovely wife he tucked Yakko into his side of the bed. Angie snorted with laughter and tucked Wakko into he side. "Always." she said, pulling a Polaroid camera from her hammer-space. Zakko, Angie, and Dot all laughed quietly as Yakko and Wakko unconsciously snuggled together in the middle of the bed. "Oh, this is bloody amazing I'm writing this for the show!" Zakko whisper-shouted. He then pulled his notebook and began writing like mad. Angie made an adoring, "aww" sound as she snapped several photos. Dot shook her head. "Perfect for blackmail." she said, rubbing her hands together like some evil villain.
"Alright ladies, breakfast is getting cold. These two will be up for lunch. Lets eat." the man of the house lead his wife and daughter out the room and down stairs so the could all laugh at the new photos. "Do you think we should call Dr. Scratchansniff or take them in?" Angie asked as she looked at one particularly adorable photo of the boys, both sucking their thumbs. "So he can judge our parenting skills even more than he already does? Pass." Zakko said as he ate his breakfast. Dot looked at the photo her mom had. "Can I have a few copies of that one Mommy?" she asked innocently but her parents new better as they all shared a laugh at the Warner Brother's expense.
Upstairs, Yakko and Wakko continued to cuddle and snore quite loudly, oblivious the embarrassment they would face together in a few hours.
FIN?