Dr. Otto Scratchansniff entered his office happily the next morning. He had a wonderful lack of appointments with the Warners that day. He was making headway with them, at least he could get them under control in under an hour by now, but it was always good to have a break. Perhaps now he could have a day of relaxation, if none of the other stars showed up to make an appointment. Setting his briefcase down beside the old wooden desk, he opened one of the drawers and pulled out a few of the letters he'd been meaning to answer for the past week and a half. He drew a pen from his shirt pocket, took out a piece of paper, and began to write. After a few minutes, he got a bad case of writer's block. He put his elbow on the desk and rested his head on his hand. His gaze lingered on the many pictures hanging from the wall, and he zoned out for a moment. He soon thought up the right thing to write, and continued on with the letter. He then glanced back at the wall. He didn't know why, but he felt that there was something he was missing about it. He looked back down at his letter and got back to writing. A minute later he was climbing the ladder up to the Warner's water tower. He knocked on the steel door and waited.

'Who is it?' He heard Yakko's voice call from inside in an overly-pleasant tone.

'It's me, Yakko, open the door!' Scratchy called back. Yakko opened the door slightly.

'You can't be Yakko, I am,' he said.

'You know vhat I mean!'

'Maybe "You" does, but I don't,' Yakko said. Scratchy heard Wakko and Dot giggling inside.

'Look, mister, come back when you've found out who you are. Maybe you should go see the p-sychiatrist, he works in that building over there,' Yakko pointed to Scratchy's office, and then closed the door. Scratchy knocked on the door again, frustrated. Yakko opened it.

'You again? Have you figured out who you are yet?'

'Yes, I am your p-sychiatrist!'

'Oh! Well why didn't you say so? Come in, come in!' Yakko opened the door wider to let him in, and Scratchy stepped into the tower. The three Warners immediately jumped him and gave him a huge kiss.

'How ya doin', Scratchy?' Yakko said.

'Did you really miss us?' Dot asked.

'Vhy do you ask?'

'Well we didn't have an appointment,' said Wakko.

'But you came to visit us anyway,' Dot chimed in.

'I just came to ask if you know vhere the picture I had of us on the vall of my office is,' Scratchy explained.

'But we haven't been in your office today, Scratchy,' Yakko pointed out.

'And you have three pictures of us on that wall,' Dot added.

'It vas the vun that vas taken on the day you vere actually behaving.'

'That was the worst day of my life,' said Wakko miserably. At that point they all jumped back onto the floor.

'But we'll help you look for it,' Yakko offered.

'Thanks, kids,' Scratchy said, and left the tower.

'So where should we start looking?' asked Wakko. 'I don't know where it is.'

'Maybe it's still in his office,' Dot said.

'I don't know, Dot,' said Yakko. 'He'd probably have already searched there before he came here.'

'That's true. Then where do we look?'

Yakko spun on the spot, and instantly changed into a trench coat and monocle.

'Sibs, I think it's time we reprised our role as detectives. What clues do we have?' Dot and Wakko spun into their costumes. Dot took out a notepad and Wakko grabbed his gag bag from behind his back.

'We've got a missing picture, and an upset p-sychiatrist,' Dot said.

'Not much to go on, is it?' Yakko added. 'Let's get down to Scratchy's office, maybe we'll find something there.' They raced out the door, down the ladder, and across the lot in an instant.