Hey guys, 087-B here, and I don't have too much to say here, so let's just jump into this chapter of the story! Last chapter, stuff happened. This chapter, stuff WILL happen! Exciting, I know!
This chapter is a little shorter than the last two but something pretty big happens at the end, so I gotta warn ya…there's blood involved…
Now, on with the show!
Chapter 3: A Day At The Studios
Yakko blinked his eyes open, slowly awakening from his slumber. He sat up in the bed and yawned loudly. He looked around. His siblings weren't in his bed with him. Most likely exploring the house. He saw the sunlight shining in through the window, the tiny dust particles floating about in the light beams. Yakko got out of the bed and stretched his arms and legs, then walked out of the room. He heard water running and saw steam emitting from the slits above and below the door to the second room in the hall. He walked over to the door and knocked on it.
"Occupied!" Dot's voice called from within the room. Yakko sighed and smirked. His sister deserved a shower after all this time.
He walked through the hall and down the stairs, hearing sizzling from what he assumed was the kitchen. Turning the corner and going in to said kitchen, he saw Jon making something at the oven with a frying pan, Wakko eagerly peering at the meal from nearby, his tail wagging rapidly and happily and his tong sticking out of his mouth in a goofy manor, as usual.
"Good morning, brother sibling." Yakko said, leaning against the entrance beam to the kitchen. Wakko jumped in surprise, not knowing his brother was behind him.
"Well good morning, mister sleepyhead." Jon said, smirking.
"Morning, sir." Yakko said.
"…did you just call me 'sir'?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, why?" Yakko asked.
"No reason." Jon answered. "But you don't have to be so formal with me."
"…okay." Yakko said.
"Go ahead and take a seat at the table." Jon said. "I'll make some food for you three to eat, then we're heading back to the studio lot."
"Why?" Yakko asked.
"Cause I own the place now." Jon said. "So I work there, and I gotta get the place up and running again." He flipped what was in the frying pan, which turned out to be a flapjack. Wakko's mouth watered at the sight of it. "I'll be meeting a business client who used to work there. Then for a while I'll be signing paperwork and stuff." He flipped the food again, making Wakko's mouth water even more. "Then I can come back home and do whatever I want for the rest of the day."
"And I assume you're taking us with you so we can do what, exactly?" Yakko asked.
"Well, what you want to do there is your choice." Jon answered.
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The Warner siblings, satisfied from the first actual meal they've had in a long time, were now in the back of Jon's car as he drove to downtown Burbank, location of the Warner Brothers studio lot. The trio had wondered if Jon was going to throw them back into the water tower or not. He wouldn't do that…would he? Their thoughts were interrupted as Jon stopped the car. The three kids realized they were already outside the gates to the studio lot. Jon got out of the car first, followed by the Warner trio.
"You three can go on and do what you'd like for now." Jon said. "I'll be in my office. Just holler if you need me for anything." He walked off into his office building. The Warner trio looked around the seemingly abandoned lot.
"What happened to this place while we were gone?" Dot asked.
"It's like nobody ever uses this place anymore." Yakko said. "What do you think, Wakko?" He got no reply. "Wakko?" He and Dot looked around before seeing Wakko staring at a bunch of papers stuck to a wall. They walked over and read the one Wakko was staring at. It was a newspaper article that dated May 13, 2001.
Warner Brothers Studio Lot closes down due to financial losses!
"Wow, this place really is abandoned." Wakko said. "Look at all of these newspapers…they talk about how much the studio did and why it shut down…"
"And Jon is trying to open it back up again." Dot said.
"You know, normally it's in our nature to annoy people, but…I think we should just let Jon do his thing." Yakko said. "Otherwise, we might end up ruining his chances at getting this place open again."
Then the trio heard a car pulling in. They turned quickly in surprise to see a black limousine slowly pull into the studio, then stop. They quickly hid behind a wall as the driver stepped out. The man was tall, around Jon's height, and appeared to be in his 50's. He had a blue suit on and he had a thick gray mustache as well as a pair of glasses. He also had a stopwatch attached to his belt, a walking cane (although it was clear he didn't need it), and a small, golden nameplate on his suit pocket. The Warners didn't recognize him at first, but then they caught a glimpse of the nametag. They silently gasped.
"No way! That's…that's…!" Wakko whispered to his siblings.
"Sibs…it's…him!" Yakko whispered. The man entered the office and Jon noticed. He looked up from his desk in surprise.
"Ah, you must be Jonathan Spielberg?" The man asked.
"Yes, that would be me." Jon said. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Thaddeus Plotz." He reached his hand out and shook hands with Plotz, who smiled as he did so, taking a seat across from Jon.
"I'm aware you would like to reopen this studio lot, yes?" Plotz asked.
"Yes, sir." Jon answered. "I feel it would be the best way to continue my father's legacy…or at least that's how I look at it, anyway."
"I think it would be a marvelous idea as well, yet we can't rush into it without paperwork being completed." Plotz said. He sounded much more sophisticated and formal than he did all those years ago. Jon assumed being away from the Warner trio must've eased his stress. "I do remember working here, many years ago. Your father was an excellent man."
"Everyone says that, and I can't disagree." Jon said. "So, what must I fill out first?" Plotz chuckled at Jon's remark.
"No need to rush." He said. He took out a small packet of paper and handed it to Jon. "This is the Warner Brothers studio lot Work Aptitude. It's usually used only for work purposes, as it says in the title, but it can also help with reopening the studios as it gives a sign of credibility."
"Thank you, sir." Jon said as he took a pen from a nearby container.
"This aptitude will require some personal information to be written down, so I'll leave you to your work." Plotz stood up and walked toward the door. "Once you are finished, please don't hesitate to come and get me. I shall be outside."
Plotz walked outside and leaned against the wall of the building. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with the lighter, then exhaled the smoke. He proceeded to repeat when something spoke to him.
"T.P.?" The voice was familiar to Plotz. His eyes slowly widened in shock as he slowly turned to his right, seeing the Warner siblings a mere 1.5 meters away. The voice he heard belonged to Yakko.
"…W-Warner?" Plotz asked in disbelief. The trios smiled and nodded rapidly, as if they were back to their old selves. Plotz slowly began walking toward them still in shock, wondering if he was hallucinating or not. "Is it…is it really you three?"
"Yep! It's us, T.P.!" Yakko said in his giddy tone from years ago. Plotz slowly began to raise his cane as he got closer. The kids' smiles faded. "Uh…T.P.? What are you doing?" Plotz got closer, his cane being raised higher. "Seriously, what-"
WHAM!
Plotz rapidly brought his cane down and it collided with Yakko's forehead and left eye. Yakko barely had any time to react as he fell to the ground. Wakko and Dot stared in horror, their eyes wide and their jaws hanging open. Blood trickled out of Yakko's eye socket and forehead, creating a small pool on the ground. Plotz then brought his cane up and slammed it down on the same spot a second time.
WHAM!
Even more blood poured out as Yakko slipped into an unconscious state.
"No stop!" Dot cried, trying to grab Plotz' cane, but he merely shoved her away.
"T.P., why are you doing this?!" Wakko cried, grabbing onto Plotz' leg. Plotz kicked him away, then brought his cane down on Yakko's head again. He was about to do it a fourth time when Jon appeared and grabbed the can out of his hand.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted, throwing the cane off to the side. Plotz stared at him with a rage filled expression.
"Who let these delinquents out of the water tower, where they rightfully deserve to be?!" He asked angrily. He almost had steam emerging from his ears.
"I did, sir, and you have no right to attack them like that!" Jon retorted.
"How dare you let them out! What is wrong with you?!" Plotz shouted again. Before Jon could reply, Plotz punched Jon in the face, sending him back a bit. "I see no reason to reopen this studio lot unless you put these three back into the water tower!" He grabbed his cane and stormed off to his limo, got inside, and drove off. Jon knelt by the trio.
"Damn…we need to get him to a doctor." He said. "Why did he attack you guys like that? Was he the one who locked you three in the tower?" Yakko and Dot shook their heads.
"He did something much worse than that." Dot said. "Much, much worse…" Jon decided not to ask what.
"Come on, help me get him into my car, and keep pressure on his wounds." He said. "We need to get him to a hospital."
-(End Of Chapter)-
…I have no words…still hope you enjoyed the chapter though, reviews are highly appreciated, and as always…
Stay Tuned!
~087-B