Hope you guys are enjoying this! Honestly this might be some of the fastest I've worked continuously on a story. I started a few hours after finishing season 3 on its airdate. And with my other fic on hiatus I can completely focus on this one.

By the way, for anyone that's read the comics, does anyone knew where the first page of the Warner story in issue one is? I'm trying to make a little compilation post and for some reason there's a missing page in all the online copies.

Two days later and Yakko still hasn't gotten his color back. Any clothes he puts on automatically lose their color and regain it when he takes them off. Even the baloney in his slacks lost its color!

The eldest Warner wasn't too bothered by his condition. He kept focusing on getting their musical finale ready for the end of the week. But his younger sibs had enough and finally forced him over to the office of their favorite P-sychiatrist.

"I can't believe you threatened to lick every ball in my ballpit unless I did this!" Yakko eyed his younger brother, who was a few steps away from Scratchansniff's door.

Dot, who walked alongside Yakko, for once had encouraged her other brother's gross behavior for the greater good. "We don't know why you lost your color or if it'll even come back. Like it or not, we need some outside help. And you wouldn't come without the threat of having those balls licked."

"Goodnight everybody!" Yakko blew a kiss to the readers.

Wakko stood before Scratchansniff's office door. He took out his gaggy bag and pulled out the front portion of a large, flat boat. He gestured for the rest of his family to hop on board.

Inside his office, Dr. Otto von Scratchansniff was trying to focus on writing his memoirs. "Und vhen I vas thirty-two I received zeh avard for-" he stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he saw ripples in the glass of water in the corner of the table. "Zhat in zeh-oh nein!" He immediately realized what was coming.

He swiftly took the water glass and held it in the middle of the room where the front of a large ship squeezed out of the top like a balloon and poked the ceiling. Two toons of undefinable species waved down at him. "Hi Scratchy!" The brother called down.

Dot leapt down and landed in the old doctor's arms. "Sorry to barge in on you." She grinned.

Scratchansniff sighed, "At least you only brought zeh top of zeh barge zhis time-vait a minute. Vhere is Yakko?" He squinted in suspicion. The Warner's hardly ever showed up with only two of them present. It was either a solo misadventure or all three.

Wakko hopped down off of the barge, dragging his brother's arm down while the ship sank back into the cup. "That's kind of why we're here." He presented the monochrome yacker.

"Yakko?! Vhat happened?!" Their psychiatrist dropped any annoyance he had at the trio and grew concerned. They had come to him with an actual problem! He could count the occasions that had happened with just the fingers on his hands.

"Eh, just a little tone deaf at the moment." Yakko shrugged. His little siblings groaned loudly. "Yeah, I know I already used a tone pun last chapter, but I just couldn't help it."

"Anyway-" Dot leapt away from the doctor and stood with her brothers "Yakko lost his color and we don't know why or how to fix it. We can't even color him in ourselves."

The brother that still had color held up a very small crayon "I used up most of my crayons, and I ate the rest!"

The psychiatrist shook his head. "I vill try my best kidzies, but I haff never heard of a toon losing zhere color." Well, he has seen some toons lose color, but that during tax season.

"Probably because none of this is canon, anyway." Yakko reasoned.

Scratchansniff looked over to the other side of the room. "Vhat about zhat cannon?" He pointed to the large cannon from chapter 1. Once more it was facing towards a window with the fuse already lit. A cannonball was shot out and smashed through the office window.

Holding a hand to his face, Otto would fix that window later, after his patients with no patience left. "Just take a seat on zeh couch und ve can begin."

The siblings raced to the large couch and grabbed at the single larger cushion covered the whole thing. "Hey, I saw it first!" Yakko shouted.

"Nuh uh, I'm taking this seat!" Dot wrangled it out of her brother's grasp.

"I never get to take the seat!" Wakko complained.

Scratchansniff pinched his forehead, questioning his life choices for the 867th time. "Vhy couldn't I haff become a dentist?"

OXOXOXOX

"Now vhen-" The Warner's were finally seated normally on the couch… almost. Yakko insisted on posing 'like one of your French girls'. "Ve vill start vith zeh basics. Yakko, how do you feel?"

"I feel that there's no point in daylight savings unless you're a farmer." Yakko answered.

The doctor furrowed his eyebrows sternly. "Yakko. I cannot help unless you let me! Ve are going to talk about your feelings vithout any jokes."

The toon wasn't swayed. "Come on doc, talking about feelings is too Disney. Right sibs?" He expected his siblings to back him up, but when he didn't hear any further comments, he realized that his siblings had sided with Scratchansniff. Wakko was on the left and Dot was on the right.

"Ve all need to open up vith our emotions sometimes. Vakko opened up to me vhen he found out Don Knotts had passed." Scratchansniff brought up, prompting Wakko to sadly nod his head.

"And Scratchy helped me after we went to London and I became a werepoodle." Dot added.

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Zhat never happened."

"Well, it should have."

Not swayed by the bald man or his younger relatives, Yakko sat upright on the couch. "Very interesting. Really. But I'm not seeing how this'll bring my color back."

"To find zeh root of zeh problem, ve need to dig deep into your psyche." Yakko opened his mouth to say something when Scratchansniff cut him off. "Nein. I do not mean ve haff to do a gag vhere you dig roots out of a garden. I haff seen you do zeh joke before and it wasn't funny zhen."

"I beg to differ. People tell me I have a heart of comedy gold." Yakko quipped, not willing to admit he felt disappointed by Scratchy preempting his gag, and definitely not because he felt a crack in his heart at the last sentence.

The brief exchange reminded Dot of a moment back during the filming of the first season of the reboot. "He is one of my funniest brothers. We told him that back during the filming of our Halloween episode."

It was easy to miss, but Yakko's eyes widened at the mention of that particular episode. Unfortunately for him, Scratchansniff noticed the slight change in the toon. "Really? Vhat happened during zhat episode?" For his own sanity, Otto never rewatched previous episodes and would only really pay attention to the plots he would be appearing in.

Wakko, trying to be helpful but not realizing his brother's distress, explained what happened. "So it was one of those times they don't give us a script and just tell us they'll be filming when we go trick or treating. I got to dress like Harpo and I got some candy, but it fell in the sewer and we met the clown version of John Travolta! He tried to spook us when we got separated, but it didn't work and I got to eat squeaky food."

"The clown did catch me off guard for a moment. But Dot pulled me back into the flow." Yakko decided a half-truth was better than letting his sibs explain what had occurred. Although they had saved him and he was able to laugh it off once he saw that they were alright, what happened before they showed up rattled him to the core. He'd downplay how scared he really had been when they asked about it later on. To his relief, they believed him.

Unlike the younger toons, Scratchansniff was not fooled by the confident smirk and the nonchalant attitude of the monochrome brother. He saw an opening and decided to try pressing further. "So vere you bothered by zhis… erm, clown figure?"

"Come on Scratchy. You know you'll always be our bother figure." Yakko quipped.

If the toon wouldn't budge, Scratchansniff would have to push "You do not alvays haff to be so zany and joking every second. Vhat about vhen you kidzies vere locked in zeh vatertover or put in zeh suspended animation?"

That hit a nerve. Yakko wouldn't admit it, but it really hit a nerve. No matter how close he and his siblings were to the p-sychiatrist there were things that they would never share with anyone. He could still hear the closing of the metal door and the zap of a machine in his mind. "We got a sky high apartment close to work with no rent. And we still owe ol' Plotzy a shiny new anvil for the suspension."

Otto looked down sadly. "Zhat vould be difficult since Mr. Plotz passed avay two years before your reanimation."

Now this was news to all three Warner's. "He's been dead?! But didn't we see him in the Wakkiver Twist sketch?!" Dot realized the discrepancy.

"Ja. Zat was him." Scratchansniff answered, making the contradiction even more confusing.

Yakko was pleased for the change in subject, but it was too short to last. Like a melting popsicle in summer. "Back to Yakko, I haff a theory on vhy you never give direct answers vhen I ask you something personal."

Oh, Yakko didn't like the sound of that. Scratchansniff wasn't trying to help him get his color back. He was turning this into an opportunity to dig into his psyche. With the way the doctor was speaking and how closely he was watching him, he might actually be close to figuring out the truth. Yakko had to get away. Curing his color-loss didn't matter anymore. He couldn't let his armor crack any more than it had, and he knew how to get out of this.

"So then, are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Yakko smugly suggested. Knowing what would happen.

"Am I pond-YAKKO-"

OXOXOXOX

"I think so Brain, but if the hokey pokey is what it's all about, then what is the meaning of life?"

"Pinky, I haven't even asked if you were pondering." Brain irritably spoke back. The two mice were seated on a mouse sized couch that was on a regular sized couch. A human therapist lady (who was actually Julia in a robot suit already mid-scheme) sat across from them with a clipboard.

The NarfT scheme had gone south. They made tons of money, but a snafu on Pinky's part ruined all their hard work. In Pinky's defense, he should not have been allowed inside that Etsy store for more than 20 minutes. Now the duo were in another relationship therapy session that Pinky had won a coupon to, unaware that it was part of Julia's scheme to drive a wedge between them in the third step of her revenge plot (Step 3 out of 7 to be exact).

"So the two of you don't often see eye to eye, do you?" Jul-the therapist prodded.

"That's not true at all!" Pinky disagreed. "If I bend down a smidge, I can see right into Brain's eyes."

The grumpier of the duo exhaled loudly. "Thank you for proving the point, Pinky."

"Oh, I love proving the poit!" The cheerier mouse clapped happily. Brain held his hand out towards Pinky while giving the therapist a look that shouted 'I deal with this every day of my existence.'

The fake therapist cleared her throat. "It seems that you both spend a lot of time together. Maybe trying things apart would benefit you in the long run?"

Pinky gasped "Be apart from Brain for an extended period of time!? I'd never leave my bestest friend for more than a few hours! Mainly on Wednesdays when I go to my cheese of the week club."

"I also must agree with Pinky." The Brain agreed, something Julia hadn't foreseen. "As implausible as it seems, time and time again, Pinky has proven to be a vital part of my plans for world conquest. He may ruin my plans often, very often, but he has saved me almost as many… well, I wouldn't say, almost. Perhaps forty-five percent."

"I should've watched more episodes." the therapist muttered under her robotic exoskeleton. She'd been banking on Brain to doubt that he needed Pinky, unaware that had already been done at least twice. "Oh, of course! After all, you would need your assistant to, ahem, assist you." Time for the backup plan.

"Assistant?" Brain repeated incredulously. "No, Pinky is not my assistant!"

The therapist feigned surprise. "So, what would you label Pinky as? If he's not a colleague, then what is he to you?"

Before Brain could answer, he was wrapped up in a spinal cord crushing hug from his unlabeled other. "Me an' Brain have been best friends forever! We're one of America's most iconic duos, like, um… Shrek and Donkey!"

Huh, Julia did always think of Brain as an ass. "Brain, do you agree with that? Can you honestly say that Pinky is your best friend? I mean, you hurt him an awful lot. You can be insensitive to what he wants. If you weren't cagemates, would you still be friends?"

There it was, the uncertainty in her ex's eyes, the doubting tilt of his eyebrows, she got under his fur. To her glee, Pinky had noticed how silent Brain had gone too "Brain?" his voice was tinted with worry.

"O-of course! I-if we weren't cagemates, I would… I mean, if he lived away from the lab, it'd be a hassle to go over to his dwelling every night for my plans. It wouldn't exactly be feasible, and everything I need to plot is in the lab…" Brain rambled, not making eye contact with either of the other two people in the room. "Can't we skip back to the A-Plot of this fiction already?"

OXOXOXOX

'THE NEXT DAY'

A title card is pulled from the screen by Wakko, who takes a bite out of it. He and Dot were in the park. Yakko wasn't too far away while he was on a phone call. Their first rehearsal for their finale live had been earlier, and to celebrate, the trio went out for ice cream. Dot enjoyed a simple vanilla, while Wakko got a triple serving of pistachio-nut-fudge-floorwax-and-brussels-sprout flavored ice cream… with a side of title card transition.

The eldest Warner hung up his phone and returned to his siblings who were sitting on the edge of a fountain "Sorry-had to double check with our choreographer. I still think 'Panama Canal' could use a little more hip-swinging." He picked up his sorbet, mostly melted by now, and swallowed a spoonful.

"You've been working on the show nonstop since last night. Don't you think it's time for a break?" Wakko suggested to his older brother. They were terrified of not being able to impress the execs, but Yakko barely had a minute to rest between it all. He and Dot were also miffed that he had put no more effort into figuring out the cause of his color loss.

Truthfully, Yakko was tired, but he could rest once he was sure they would not be suspended again. "This is my break." he held up a car break, to whose car it belonged to only he knew. "Besides, it's not like we have to worry about a filming schedule conflict. Once we impress the shadowy council of Warner Bros. Discovery, I can focus on relaxing."

The brief mention of filming reminded the trio of their show. It was over once again. It didn't hurt much after the first cancellation. They hung around for a while with no idea that suspended animation had been invented. They thought their fame would keep them from being locked away again, only to be proven wrong the moment their guard was down. The younger Warner's had vented their grievances and fears in the privacy of their tower, but their leader had stayed strong for them, never once bringing up how he really felt about all this. Dot held her tallest brother on the shoulder. "Maybe we should dig out the number for the old Canceled Cartoon Support Group?" A mischievous grin grew on her lips. "You might even get to talk with Sally."

Yakko chuckled, embarrassed at an old memory. "Hey, you know I left that crush behind in the 90s. And you would know something about that, wouldn't you?" He fired back, referencing his sister's former celebrity crush.

"Low blow brother, low blow." Dot snarked.

Wakko was the first to start laughing, followed by the other two. It was a contagious laughter that echoed across the park, just three siblings joking around, not thinking about the future for a moment.

Dot's laughter subsided first, she finished up her ice cream once she was sure she wouldn't accidentally choke on her own giggles "You know, It's actually pretty nice not having to worry about a camera following around and filming us for once."

"Yeah-" Wakko nodded, licking off the ice cream remains that stained his mouth. "Now it's just one girl typing this up on her Google Drive." He waved to the author, who waved back at him.

Yakko seemed confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, the one writing this fanfic!" Wakko reminded his brother.

"… what's a fanfic?"

Wakko and Dot paused at Yakko's question. He didn't sound like he was joking. He sounded like he was genuinely asking them about the medium they were in. "Not one of your best jokes, big bro." Wakko criticized with a tinge of worry.

Yakko seemed alarmed. "I'm not joking. I'm actually asking you two what the heck a fanfic is!"

Dot had a really bad feeling about this, but she had to be sure. She leapt up onto Yakko's chest and held him by his fur. "Quiz time, finish this: Tress, Jess and…"

Yakko sweated nervously, "Uhhhhhhhh… stress?" He awkwardly grinned with a shrug.

Dropping her brother and letting him hit the fountain, Dot stared in horror. Wakko mirrored her expression when they locked eyes.

Yakko Warner COULDN'T see past the fourth wall!