OK, well, thank you for reviewing, frumouttamimind (this is your request, kind of), Emmygirl822, A Scribbler, xBrianna123x and damonika2009. This time, Alex is heavily pregnant, she's getting emotional. Hope you like it!

"I thought mood swings were supposed to end after the seventh month."

"I heard that!" I yelled. "Do you think I like feeling bipolar?" I was about a week off being nine months pregnant, and being toon seemed to have strange effects on me. I had the regular symptoms, but some of them seemed to be over so quickly, and others went on for a long time. Mood swings was one of the ones dragging, so I wasn't happy to hear anyone state the obvious. The boys had just left the tower, and I'd heard Wakko whisper that. Dot was still there, though, hovering doubtfully.

I hadn't had an easy time, either. Since toon pregnancies were a completely new thing to everyone, I had to get check-ups and scans in the studio. The officials didn't want this getting out, on top of people knowing toons existed – they still got nervous about letting us out of the lot. So far, the scans hadn't showed anything out of the ordinary, and I didn't know the gender. The only thing the studio officials were letting me do was have my baby in a regular hospital, and even persuading them to let me do that was an effort.

Then I made the mistake of looking at my stomach, and I groaned. "Great. I've just realized, I'm a freak, even by your standards. I'm a moody, self-conscious toon that is bigger than your pet, Dot!"

Dot smiled mischievously. "I don't know if you're bigger than it – I'd bring it out, but it's fulfilled its life expectancy and I don't have insurance for another one." I wasn't in the mood for jokes, but Dot tried to rectify her mistake by sitting down next to me and saying "Don't worry, Alex, in about a week, it'll all be over."

The next minute, I was happy again. "Yeah, I know, and then, I'll be jumping for joy!" I grinned. I softly touched my stomach, and talked directly to the baby. "You too, right? I can imagine you'll want some freedom."

Looking back on that, I wonder if it was a coincidence that my waters broke an hour later and my contractions started. When Dot heard my scream at the first impact, she ran in, took one look at me and grabbed her car keys (we did have a car).

"It's a good thing the guys didn't take the car." She said. "Can you try and call them while I call the hospital with the built in cell in the car?"

"Just – help me – get into the – car in – the – first place." I managed to gasp out (For an emergency, we'd usually use the toon portal, but taking any chances in such a delicate situation was something I flatly refused to do, and all three of the others knew that).

But once I was there and Dot was driving, chirping on the phone, "Hello, Los Angeles Hospital? Dot Warner speaking. My sister has just gone into labour and we're driving over," I was able to take out my own cellphone and call the boys. For some reason, Yakko had left his phone off, which only served to make me sound VERY scary when Wakko finally answered when I dialed his number.

The minute I rang off, another contraction came, and I screamed. "Dot, how much further is it?" I tried to keep my question calm and collected, but being in so much pain forced me to half-whine, half-yell.

"Only two minutes, just hang on." Dot answered.

Once we were actually at the hospital, they said that I was only in the early stage. "She should still be a few hours – possibly twelve hours."

I felt like fainting. Twelve hours?! I couldn't stand this pain for another twelve hours!

"Seriously," I muttered to Dot, "When Yakko gets here, I am probably going to kill him. This is the worst feeling in the world!"

An amused smile appeared on Dot's face. "Try to keep your mind off the pain by making up various torturous deaths!" she suggested. "That could help."

That made me smile through the painful experience, but I shook my head. "As fun as that sounds," I said sarcastically, "I'll probably not have a chance to put it into practice, and besides, he can practically read my mind. That would just get humiliating for me when the boys get here."

Right on cue, a doctor came in to inform me that "Your husband and brother-in-law are here."

Dot spoke up quickly. "Before they come in – Alex, do you mind if I warn them?"

"Honestly," I groaned as another wave of pain overwhelmed me, "I don't mind anything as long as this doesn't get any worse."

It felt like an eternity when she came back in, with the boys in tow. Yakko was ever so slightly not looking like his usual cool and careless self. "Alex, how are you doing?" was the first thing he said, with a note of concern, which sounded strangely abnormal, used in his usually bright happy voice.

I tried to lighten the mood by saying jokingly "It's the worst pain in the world and I have been considering murdering you for doing this to me, but the minute it ends, I'm probably going to have to abandon my homicidal plans, so don't panic. I haven't seen you this unlike your 'Animaniacs' personality since the near-death in the film." And that was a sad moment, rather than a moment causing concern.

Luckily, instead of slowing down, toon weirdness sped up the process. So my family only spent two hours of me alternating between trying to speak normally, and screaming how I was going to kill everyone when I could. Then suddenly, the midwife was lowering a tiny crying child into my arms – and she was still holding two.

"Wait a minute." I said. "Does this mean, I had-"

"Triplets." the others all chorused.

I had two girls and one boy. "What are you going to call them?" Wakko asked.

"You should name them after a famous trio!" Dot suggested.

I was exhausted, but I managed to joke "Like...you three?" We all laughed. "But I haven't really thought of names. Yakko, did you?"

"No, I figured seeing them would work. But, considering -" By now I was too tired to support a child, and each of the others were holding one. "I'm not sure, at the moment. They already look so like individuals that I couldn't choose a spur-of-the-moment name."

They actually did look different to us. They had part of my human heritage. All four triplets had black fur and tails, but they also had human faces, instead of white. Likewise, one of my daughters had human feet and Warner ears, and her brother and sister had human ears and Warner paw-like feet.

The next day, we all looked through name books and named each of them. My human-footed daughter would be Grace Samantha Warner (mine and Yakko's choice only), and my Warner-footed daughter would be Louisa Rose Warner (We took Dot and Wakko's input with that one). Dot and I left the boys to choose a boy name. My son ended up as Jack Michael Warner.

"Why such traditional names?" I asked Yakko.

He grinned "To contrast with his individuality."

I had to smile. With triplet kids, things would certainly be interesting. It was a good thing that they'd have, besides their parents, an aunt and uncle living near them.

I didn't want Alex to have twins, so I decided to go for triplets, and they look slightly more human than the Warners do. What else would you like to see? I'm probably going to have a large time-skip between now and the next oneshot, and I might take some experience from playing with my niece Annie when I last saw her (within a few months after I last saw her, she became a big sister and turned two, but she still seems pretty grown-up for her age). Please review!