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Operation: Val Chapter 3

After a long, fun day of snowy bliss, the Warners went home, tired, and happily fulfilled in their occupation of chaos.

Yakko shook the wet heavy snow from his damp fur and grinned at Wakko's who had icicles on his ears.

"That was so fun!"

Wakko yawned and nodded, rubbing his eyes. Yakko gave him a teasing grin.

"Is wittle Wakko a wittle tired?"

He instantly grew defensive. "Nu uh! No way am I tired!" Wakko stifled another yawn and Dot laughed.

"I think he is. Anyways, I know I am and I'm goin' to bed. Night you two." She smiled at them and Yakko smiled back, softer now.

"Want me to come tuck you in?"

Dot paused at the doorway to her bedroom and stood there for a moment. "Come on Yak, I'm gonna be eleven years old in three months…."

Yakko raised a brow, a knowing smirk on his face. "…..so…?"

Dot sighed and gave him her cutest face. "….yes please." Her oldest brother nodded and smiled.

"I'll be in soon. Just go get ready." He walked into the kitchen and looked outside, admiring the white blanket spread upon the ground around them.

"Snow in California, in July no less. Have ya ever seen such a beautiful thing Wak?" He waited for an answer from his middle sib and got a very quiet reply.

"Zzzzzzzzz….."

Yakko turned around and, sure enough, his brother had fallen asleep standing up. As he continued to watch, Wakko slowly timbered down face first to the carpeted floor and curled up, sucking his thumb.

Yakko snickered, wishing he had filmed that moment for future jokes, and then scooped his brother up and brought him to his very messy room.

After hopping and skipping carefully over toys and movies and leftover snacks, Yakko made it to Wakko's bed which was an exact replica of the floor beneath it. Sighing, he shifted his sleeping brother to one arm and brushed all of the junk off with the other, before laying his brother down carefully for the night.

"Night Wak." Yakko whispered as he carefully took Wakko's hat off and hung it on a special hook beside his bed, the only thing not coated in junk. He ruffled his brother's ears and then began the long trek through the sea of trash and back to Dot's room.

Dot was waiting for him happily in her overly pink room. Even at almost 11 that was her favorite color and Yakko was okay with that. So long as she doesn't go through a punk-goth faze on me, I'll be all set.

"I'm tempted to have you tell me a story." She smiled. Yakko rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Let me guess, is it one about you?"

"How'd you know?" Dot giggled and Yakko smirked.

"Call it a lucky guess." He put an arm around her and started the tale he told her nearly every night. And every night she always went to bed with a great big smile in her heart…

…

During this heartwarming moment, a more, shall we say, heart-chilling moment was taking place. Dr. Thorndill had finished his preparations and was ready to commence with his creating.

Jenkins always dreaded when Dr. Thorndill created toons. He didn't make them the way animators in the studio did. There were no happy faces in a studio with a jar of ink and a pen that drew happy faces on paper. No. What Dr. Thorndill did was create monsters and every single monster he created was worse than the last.

Jenkins shuddered as he stirred his cup of tea nervously, recalling too well the ink splotched bunny with two heads and the mongoose with arms like a kimono dragon. Each creature was terrifying and mean and once they were made, the doctor would send them right off on their missions, and then to die.

Dr. Thorndill walked into the kitchen and spoke calmly to Jenkins. "I am ready."

He gulped. Oh no….

"I must say Jenkins," the doctor went on, "This was quite a tough decision for me. I had to choose, you see, how to make these three suffer because they are not just simply toons. They are the very symbol of my loathing, of my utter failures. Not only have they mocked me and insulted me with their rude gestures but they have dredged up the vial memory of what I lost so long ago…" Dr. Thorndill seemed to wander off as he looked into the distance, seeing something that only he could see.

Jenkins waited, knowing too well the far off look that the doctor had. After a few minutes, Dr. Thorndill's eyes focused again and he seemed to go on as if he hadn't paused more than a moment.

"So I said to myself, how to dispose of them? I cannot toon-ify them because they are already toons. I cannot humanify them because I seem to be all out of human-juice. Didn't I specifically ask you to write that on the grocery list Jenkins? God must I do everything?" he sighed, calming himself down.

"Besides, I don't think having them as humans would be enough of a punishment. No…..no they must be erased from existence and then taken from the worlds they are so proud to have. So instead of tormenting them and luring them to my lab, I will create a new toon. Ah toons….." Jenkins smiled happily.

"They are the most dangerous of all creatures you know Jenkins. You do know that right?" He glared at Jenkins who nodded quickly.

"Yes sir."

The doctor nodded. "Faster than a cheetah, more flexible than a python and they have the ability to change their shape and form in an instant. Especially when done well. And this one, my dear Jenkins, will be the most supreme of all of my creations. It will be fast and fierce, yet clever, with a face to haunt the devil!" He laughed.

Jenkins's face was pale and his hands, shaky, as he looked at the doctor in horror. "B-but sir….a-aren't you taking things a bit r-rash?! I mean they're just c-children!"

Dr. Thorndill smirked. "My dear Jenkins, children must be taught a lesson when they misbehave. And these three have most certainly misbehaved. Now come, this project will take us all night!" he limped toward the book case, pulled the third book to the right from the fourth shelf up, and stepped back as shelf swung open, revealing his lab behind.

"I always did love this bookshelf." He smiled to himself before limping through, followed by a very very reluctant Jenkins.

Yes I'm going to leave you all with that. But don't fret my pretties, the next chapter will be up tomorrow. Thank you for reviewing. Toodles!