Now for the third of the chapters to this story! When you last read this story, Yakko and Wakko had gotten into a fight as the first battle and the one of the Warner brothers took place, with the latter edging out the former very marginally. The second battle is now what you're going to read about, and that second battle is also a bird battle, where Pesto and Squit go at it unwillingly but unavoidably! They find it quite ironic that, after all the times when Pesto mistook Squit's various innocent comments for insults and beat the crap out of him as a result, they'll now take one another on in a real fight under considerably more dire kinds of circumstances! But they know full well that it has to be done because it's the least horrible of the set of terrible possibilities that has been dealt them and the others involved in Monty's forced fights, so they prepare and brace themselves for the inevitable. Will Pesto take Squit down in the first beatdown he delivers to him that has to be done and is in an actual battle with so much at stake? Or will Squit, even if he's not thinking about it that way in this kind of situation, defeat Pesto and pay him back for all the times he's taken a beating from him? Learn the answer by reading the chapter ahead of you!

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Animaniacs VS Animaniacs

Chapter 3-Pesto VS Squit

It had to be said, currently, but also literally, that getting into a forced, unwanted fight was for the birds. After all, Pesto and Squit were both birds, and they were going to come to blows against their wills for the sake of what was at stake and making things turn out the least bad that they could.

And, even though they knew that what was about to happen was better than any of the all around awful alternatives, it was still plenty painful and dislike-worthy for them. Thus did they get ready for what couldn't be avoided, but also prepared for making it so that they, if possible, saw to it that it wouldn't last any longer than it absolutely had to.

Ironic that Pesto constantly beat up on Squit in the past, but now didn't want to, nor did Squit want to do the same to him, even if neither bird had anything resembling a choice or any kind of alternative option. Pesto said to Squit: "Okay, Squit, what's gotta be done has gotta be done, so I'd like this to be the shortest of times I do violence on you ever."

Squit replied: "Hey, I don't want it to last, either, Pesto! All those times you beat me up hurt a lot, but they sure as shit were a hell of a lot less painful than this is and will continue to be until it's over!" Pesto then nodded and told him: "Hey, all the more reason for us to get it over with in a short amount of time, or the closest thing to that we can! We just gotta make sure we don't miss Monty's signal."

"Yeah, especially since waiting for it to start is almost as torturous as having to do it!" Squit said. "You're telling me!" Pesto concurred. Just then, Monty called out: "If you two would just shut your fucking beaks, I'd be able to signal that it's time for your part in this! So shut the fuck up already, would you? God, you two really are birdbrains, and not just because you're birds!" "That pissed me off…" Pesto seethed, but then he said: "…but I've gotta contain it! We can't let this get any worse than it already is."

He said this under his breath as quietly as possible so that Monty wouldn't hear it, and it thankfully was successful in what it was intended to do. When Monty heard nothing from either Goodfeather, he said: "That's better. Now, fight!" And it was on. Pesto and Squit flew up into the air and kicked off their battle of the birds. Squit would land the first blow, as when they flew at each other, he nailed Pesto in the abdomen with his head.

"YUUUUULLLLLPPPPPPFFFFFFFF!" Pesto went out. "What further irony!" Squit said to Pesto. "Sometimes I think about beating you up because of how often you do it to me, but when I finally do anything that looks like it, it's in a way that I hate and don't want any more than you do!" "Likewise," Pesto responded as he took a hold of Squit with his wings and tossed him out before flying forwards and ramming him with his right shoulder, in the process knocking him back and dealing some damage, "I usually, when beating on you, do so without thinking twice, but this is one time when you didn't provoke it and neither of us wants it, and it hurts both of us just as much, and on a level much higher than it ever hurt you before! Ironies galore are going on here!"

"UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!" Squit yelled, and then he added: "Hey, you can say that again, Pesto!" He would subsequently counterattack by flying at Pesto and hitting him with a backhand swing of his left wing, causing Pesto to squawk: "AAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHH!" He also made a fist out of his right wing and nailed Pesto with an uppercut punch. Pesto went on out: "OOOOOOOOOF!" but then struck back.

How so? Why, he turned both of his wings into fists and landed a one-two punch upon Squit's face. "OOOOOWWWW! UUUUUUHHHHHH!" Squit cried out, and Pesto let out: "To be honest, if we live through all of this crap and are still in said alive state by the time it's finally fucking over and beyond, I don't know if I'll ever want to beat up on you again!" Squit a second later took a hold of Pesto, tossed him out a few feet after getting his wings to make the right motion for that sort of move and flew at him feet first.

Following this, he got Pesto with a one-two kick. "YEEEEOOOWWW! ERAAAAAA!" Pesto yelped, but he countered it with four kicks of his own to Squit, who barked: "NNNNGH! GAAAAAGGGHHH! YAAAAARRRHHH! AAAAAAAAA!" "Well," Squit said as he then landed some pecks upon Pesto in various regions of his body, making him go: "OWWW! YAAAAAAHHHH! NNNNNHHHHH! AAAAAAGGH! AAAUUUUUUUGGHH!" and then clapped his wings onto the sides of Pesto's head, "I'd like to be happy that it's possible that you won't beat me up anymore!"

After Pesto said: "AAAAARRRRGH!" from his head sides being clapped, Squit brought both of his wings(turned into fists again, mind you)onto Pesto's skull and added: "But with all on the line and currently taking place, I don't think I can be happy about that or anything else at all right now, for that matter!" Pesto pecked Squit over space after space on his body, resulting in a lot of shouts from Squit in the form of: "NNNNNHHHHH! YAAAAAGGHH! ARRRHHH! OOOWWWWCCCHHH! GYAAAAAGGHHH!" and then replied to him.

Said reply consisted of: "If it makes you feel any better, I can't be happy about anything worth shit right now, either. Of course no one who isn't Max can, but at least you ain't alone in this fucking shit any more than I am!" Pesto then brought his wings, both of which he'd made into fists, onto Squit's cranium, and Squit squawked: "UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!" before Pesto then clapped his wings onto the sides of Squit's head, which was countered when Squit made his wings into fists and smashed them onto Pesto's head sides, only for Pesto to do the same thing to Squit in response.

This resulted in Squit going: "OOOWWWWNGGGHH! NNAAAAARRRRRHHH!" and Pesto saying: "UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" in between the two cries of pain from Squit. Pesto then pushed Squit back, flew himself backwards and followed this by flying forwards and slamming his head into Squit's stomach. "GOOOOOOLLLLLLLPPPPFFFF!" Squit shouted, and Pesto landed a backwards swing of his right wing onto Squit that knocked him back a bit and made him holler: "UUUUNNNNFFFF!"

But Squit pushed Pesto back, spun him around after going forward and grabbing him and elbowed him in the spine before spinning him back around and elbowing him in the ribs. Pesto's shouts of: "OOWWWWAAARRRGGHHH! UUUUUUUUHHHHHH!" were followed by his elbowing Squit first in the chin and then between the eyes: "NNUUUUNNNGGGHHHH! ERAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Squit howled, although he then used the claws on his toes to make little cuts on Pesto as he swung his feet. "OOOOWWWWNNNGH! YEEEOOOWWWGGH!" Pesto hollered, right before he ironically did the same move upon Squit.

"NNNNNAAAAARRRGGHHH! NAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!" Squit yowled, in the next instant flying backwards and then at Pesto, slamming into him hard with his left shoulder and then being plowed into by Pesto, making it so Pesto went: "OOOOONNNNFFF!" and Squit exclaimed: "UUUUNNNNNNPPPFFFFF!" But Squit broke free as he flew back again and Pesto also flew back this time, though Squit acted before Pesto could and plowed into him, only for Pesto, after he exclaimed: "UUUUNNNNNNNNFFFFF!" to break free and fly around Squit, who promptly made sure to fly around Pesto in order to make it so that he would have less chance of being nailed again, even if this fight wasn't over and both of them knew it.

While they flew and circled one another in doing so, Pesto told Squit: "You know, I've gotta say, as much as I hate this along with you, Squit, I never knew, given all the times I beat on you, that you could fight so damn well! Why didn'tcha ever make me stop before?" Squit then an instant later answered: "Well, the rapidity of your beatings made it so that I never got the chance to, but I've actually gotta say…I think I see a way that we can end this just now!" "Actually, I think I do, too!" Pesto informed Squit. "We gonna act on it or what?"

"We sure are!" Squit confirmed, and then they flew in each other's directions, slammed into one another hard and solidly and would then grapple in the sky, struggling and pressing for advantage, which lasted until they broke apart from each other. They also flew back away from one another until both were a considerable distance away from the other, and conversely, they'd then fly in each other's directions at full speed, the idea being that they'd hit with a very high and devastating impact, resulting in at least one of them being knocked out as a result of said impact.

And sure enough, right after Squit said: "This is it, Pesto! We're wrapping this shit the fuck up!" "Of course we are!" Pesto put across to Squit. "Ironic that this could result in either of us winning, and it's just a matter of who the hell gets lucky!" "Yeah, you've got a point there!" a response from Squit consisted of. Almost instantaneously after he uttered this, Squit slammed into Pesto dead on and vice versa, and he turned out to have lucked out, as, while the impact did quite a bit of harm and damage and caused incredible pain to both birds, it was Pesto who took a little bit more of it than Squit and therefore lost consciousness.

Squit quickly could tell this to be so and acted swiftly, grabbing a hold of Pesto with one wing and holding him to his side while making it so that he was able to gently fly down feet first with the other. Once he landed, Squit heard Monty, who'd obviously seen who landed and who was being held to the victorious one's side along with hearing how Squit had said while bringing himself down with Pesto at his side: "Well, Pesto, we're done. I guess you could say I repaid you for all those times you beat up on me, but it doesn't feel that way and it wasn't what I was thinking, either. No more than you were seeing this as the usual beatdown you deliver to me."

And the reason Squit heard Monty was because the bratty baddie uttered the following set of words quite loudly: "The winner is Squit! Way to go, Squit! Pretty awesome retribution on the way that Pesto constantly beat the fucking shit out of you at the drop of a hat, wouldn't you say?" He leered meanly at Squit, who glared at Monty in response to this and made sure not to tighten up from fury, since he was still holding the comatose Pesto, having literally taken him under his wing.

Monty's next words were: "So much for this damn battle! Now how about you and that fucking load you're carrying get back to the group of contenders who are either waiting or done with their part, grey feathers?" Squit did everything in his power to ignore Monty's barrage of deriding and verbal jibes. After all, he didn't want to fly off the handle given everything on the line and how he was carrying the defeated and unconscious Pesto, even if he very rarely got in any way angry, but this was too much for even a glass-is-half-full and careful kind of guy like him. That it was over for him and Pesto further contributed to how he kept things in check with himself and simply went back to where the rest of the group was.

Although he was having a hard time not thinking about really giving Monty a huge-ass taste of his own medicine, not unlike the others who'd been forced into this, he knew it was best not to dwell on that, since it wasn't going to be able to become reality and they were at least even closer than before to something or other that meant the end of all this and the worst that could be made to happen. Especially since his current objective was to view whatever fights followed and keep an eye on Pesto while he slept off what had been a narrow defeat for him.

So Squit, seeing that there was enough room in that space given to Wakko before for him to also sit down and keep Pesto safe in his wings, did just that, and Wakko, seeing this, said: "Hi there, Squit. I see you edged Pesto out and are doing what is your, our and everyone but Monty's best bet now. Well, nice job, but neither of us can feel much joy, since this is still a long-ass way from being over." "True enough, Wakko," Squit nodded, "but at least we've gotten somewhere here, so it's at least something." "Well put and excellent point." Wakko complimented. "Still, it's hell to go through this." "Yeah, but anything else that could happen would be even worse hell." Squit put across.

Slappy would then utter: "Okay, so now two are out of the way, and there are still plenty to go." Monty once more would be heard, this time calling for the next two Animaniacs who he wanted to come to blows. His words consisted of: "All right, let's get started on the next two of you lot who need to get fighting if they know what's good for them and everything around them! I'm going from birds to mammals here in terms of who I'm having come to blows, 'cause this is the part of this where I have it so that fur and fat fight it out! In the form of calling Buttons and Marita the fuck over to where these fucking scraps take place! Let's move it, you two! You're survivors and such, aren't you? Well, I wouldn't doom yourselves and everyone who I've got in my damn clutches if so! This hasn't ended and it won't for quite some time, with or without the second of fights being over! Don't keep me waiting!"

Buttons looked to Marita, who said to him: "Well, Buttons, we only have one option. We might as well get it done with." Buttons nodded in reply and agreement, since he wasn't a talking dog despite his being able to comprehend the speaking of individuals around him, and both he and Marita walked over to the zone where Monty was having his forced battles take place. As soon as they were there, they put themselves into the proper poses for battle and also shifted their concentration to making it so that they battled in a way that wouldn't allow it to be lengthy or time-taking or anything similar if they could help it.

This wasn't something they were anticipating or excited about, and the looks on their faces made this clear to both of them and everyone who saw those facial expressions, and yet they had to put themselves through it unless they wanted to put so many and so much else through something shitloads more terrible, which meant that they would go through it, no matter how true and obvious it was that they wished it could be anything but this that they were about to do. "Okay, Buttons, here we are. Let's make sure that we get started and get this done as fast as we can the moment Monty's telling us to commence our clash occurs, okay?" Buttons have her a second nod, and Monty was smiling from ear to ear, most delighted with what was now about to occur. His face was also just as lit up as it had been previously with Pesto and Squit along with his eyes.

It was in mere moments now that Buttons and Marita would engage in a reluctant rumble. The question is, who would end up being the victor, and which ones of the ones in the group were to be the next two selections for Monty's choice of battle doers? Well, it will all be made all too clear to you in the chapter after this finished one, but as I just said, this chapter has been finished, so I'm putting a stop to it here!

END OF CHAPTER 3

Do tell me, was this chapter as appealing and enjoyable for reading as I was aiming for it to be? I certainly do hope so. Yeah, I had Squit win the fight marginally for two reasons. First of all, the endless beatings he took from Pesto all the time had to have built up his tolerance for and thus his resistance to pain, damage and the like. And second of all, since there were repeated instances in which he unintentionally provoked Pesto's ire with an innocent, well-meant comment that shouldn't have gotten Pesto mad, I figured that it would be best that he won a fight with Pesto as a way to balance things out and as a way for him to get even with Pesto, although neither was thinking along such lines for obvious reasons, but still. Anyway, I made it a lengthy and back and forth kind of bird brawl, and it resulted in Squit winning in a way that made sense. We're done with this phase, though, and it's time to focus on the way that, in the next one of this story's chapters, we see a rumble between Buttons and Marita, the way that Monty had it be so when this chapter was wrapping up. Who will take the win of the brawl, and who will be the pair of less-than-willing opponents who succeed the pair you'll read about in the chapter that succeeds this one? You'll learn the answer when you read that chapter which comes after this one! But meanwhile, I would like some ratings and reviews for this chapter I've now gotten done, please!