Back again! Let me just give a big ol' apology to all of you and also a big thank you to shannon23 who has kept reminding me that I need to update. It makes me truly happy to see that you care so much about my fic. Thank you! Now, on the many other thanks for my many other favorite people! Thanks to shannon23, frumouttamimind, KaylaMicael, A Scribbler, Guest (a mystery person who left me a very interesting review ha-ha),and mwang.

Thanks again and although I'm sorry that updates have been far less frequent, they will keep coming so long as I have awesome reviewers who care. Thank you!

Operation: Val Chapter 9

After the little encounter with Dr. Thorndill's monster, the Warner crew skipped home, stopping to get some ice cream to stick down Ralph's pants before playing their usual game of 'dodge the guard' as they made their way up to the tower.

Once inside they all plopped in the living room, something fairly unusual for all of them. The Warner tradition was to run and jump and flip and use every ounce of energy and then collapse in an over-exaggerated feat of pure exhaustion. However, they were just sitting there, not really sure what to do next. Yakko, of course, was the first to speak.

"Well….today was fun." He grinned, but it wasn't his traditional full-out smirk and his two younger sibs were quick to notice. Wakko and Dot exchanged a look before jumping next to Yakko on the couch, dressed as detectives.

"I do say our brother seems to be a tad bit on the droopy side." Dot poked Yakko in the face with a magnifying glass and grinned as Wakko jabbed Yakko in the eye with a stethoscope.

"OW! Do you even know how to use this?" Yakko pulled the stethoscope out of Wakko's hand and stuffed it into the couch cushions. He sat back and yawned.

Wakko blinked, suddenly figuring it out. He gave his own rendition of the traditional smirk as he poked Yakko. "You're just mad 'cause a girl out-talked you." He snickered and this was promptly followed by a playful bop on the head from the eldest.

"I was NOT out talked. The sun coming in from the window behind me got into my eyes and caused me to momentarily forget my status as the wittiest charmer alive. No biggie. And besides, she cheated. It's against the rules to flirt back when I flirt with a chick because that ruins all the fun. How was I supposed to know she's mean AND crazy?" he crossed his arms and pouted, his tail giving the occasional twitch of annoyance.

Dot sneered, sitting down next to her brother and putting on a miniature look of annoyance to match Yakko's. "All I know is that if I ever catch that chick in a dark alley, she'll be getting a nice introduction to my pet." To emphasize her point, she pulled out the box that held her pet and stroked it maliciously.

"I hate that girl."

"Same." Yakko patted his little sister's head. Wakko looked between the two with a mixed expression of surprise and slight confusion.

"She's not THAT bad guys. Just a little cranky like when Dot wakes up in the morning. All girls are cranky sometimes. And besides, she was kinda cute." His tongue stuck out in a silly grin and Yakko and Dot paused before throwing pillows at him and laughing.

"Wakko you would think a fire hydrant was cute if it would give you the time of day." Dot hopped up and tickled her brother playfully. Wakko laughed and Yakko was next to playfully tickle his brother until they all fell on the floor and were attacking each other with pillows and enjoying themselves the way kids do, the previous conversation long forgotten.

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Val was sitting on the couch in Jenkins's small apartment, sipping hot chocolate and eating popcorn in her pjs. The scowl she had grown earlier was stuck firmly on her face, not showing any signs of vacating.

Jenkins himself was sitting in the armchair across from her, watching her warily. Already her hair had lit aflame in sudden rage twice and he wasn't too dumb to believe it wouldn't again. He sipped his tea quietly.

"Val would you like a-"

"-You wanna know what really ticks me off Uncle Jenks?" Val cut him off, standing up suddenly and spilling her hot chocolate on her pants.

Jenkins was silent as he watched her, knowing the best thing to do was not get involved. As it turned out, the question was rhetorical anyways and Val continued on.

"What ticks me off is that those three…..JERKS…came into my house and they were actually NICE to me! As if they weren't secretly planning to threaten my dad. They're evil and mean and awful!" She snarled and her hair lit aflame instantly, only to be extinguished by the bucket of water Jenkins had next to him in case she had lost her temper again.

Val stood there, soaking wet and she sighed. "Thanks Uncle Jenks….I guess I got mad again."

He calmly handed her a towel and made her sit down. "Val….what happened was wrong. And I can think of at least one person who is to blame here." And I'm sure he doesn't care in the least bit.

"Yeah that one with the hat held the gun right against my dad's head! He's totally to blame! Or maybe it's that awful little brat with the flower on her head. I mean you should have SEEN the way she got right up in my face, Uncle Jenks! She looked like she wanted to kill me. Maybe we should blame that ugly one too with the stupid pants. He must think he's sooooo smart. HA! I showed him!" She had begun pacing the room at such a dizzying speed that Jenkins had trouble following her with his eyes.

"Yes….of course." He sighed, feeling downright awful. It was one thing to lie to a monster but he was finding it harder and harder to call her one. She was growing an opinion, thinking for herself, developing relationships. Whether the doctor wanted to admit it or not, he had created a PERSON not a monster.

"Val…would you please sit down? You're wearing out my carpet." He nodded to the ditch she had created from pacing repeatedly. She stopped and looked down.

"Oh….I'm sorry." She sat down on the couch and ran a hand wearily through her hair.

"I just wish they would leave us alone." She pouted and crossed her arms. Jenkins smiled softly and sipped his tea.

"Perhaps now that you've made your point, they shall let you be. I've learned in my day that fear can go a long way in making a point and you my dear, provoke quite a bit of fear in people."

Val beamed at him. "AW Uncle Jenks you really mean that? That's so sweet!" she ran into his arms, making him spill his tea on the floor. He sighed and patted her hair awkwardly.

"Yes well, I suppose it's getting late. You should be going to bed soon." He nodded to the clock on the wall. Val followed his eyes and then pouted.

"I'm not tired."

"Val…..it's important to get your beauty sleep so you can get along during the day. And besides, I believe it's time that I retire as well." Jenkins stood up and yawned. He jumped back as the room was suddenly turned into a retirement party.

"For years of dedication, I would like grant Uncle Jenks this lovely retirement gift." Val handed Jenkins a wrapped present and he just blinked, holding the box. Val laughed at his expression and patted his head.

"Alright old man, drink your prune juice and then head to bed." She hopped up and pecked his cheek lovingly.

"Night Uncle Jenks."

Jenkins smiled hesitantly. "Goodnight." After a moment's hesitation, he ruffled Val's hair and then turned to leave. Val grinned and left Jenkins's apartment and walked the ten feet from his apartment back to the mansion. She slid into the basement window that she had found out earlier on was pretty easy to pry open and hopped down into the dark room, her eyes not yet adjusted to the black shapes she was seeing.

Uncle Jenks is right. Those big meanies won't bug us anymore. I'll just let them go and move on.

Val felt along the room until she found the light switch. Turning it on, her mind took a second to process the disaster in front of her. The smile slipped off her face slowly as she saw the couch reduced to nothing but springs and stuffing. That slipped smile turned into a horrified grimace as she saw her TV shattered and sparking on the floor. And finally, her dry eyes flooded with tears at seeing her diary on the floor, each page ripped out and crumbled into a ball.

She slowly slipped through the cage and picked up the diary with shaky hands as her breath grew more ragged. The title of the diary was scribbled on in red sharpie:

This ain't over. Courtesy of the Warners.

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Dr. Thorndill calmly listened to Val's escalating cries from his armchair in the living room. He slowly slid a bright red sharpie into the cushion of the chair before standing up and limping to the basement door, preparing his role for when he saw the awful mess those awful Warners did. He let out just one chuckle before opening the door.

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Jenkins walked out of his bathroom in his sock feet, yawning as he pulled back the blankets to get into bed. Just before he did however, he saw the colorfully wrapped present he had gotten for his "retirement party". Sighing, he took the present and sat down, slowly opening it and tensing himself for a cold fish to slap his face or a comical boxing glove to punch him and send him flying through the roof. What he saw instead was a single white china cup and a note:

For all those times I'll probably break your fine china, I thought I'd apologize in advance. Love, Val.

Jenkins chuckled quietly and got up, placing the delicate cup in his china cabinet before going to bed, falling right to sleep.

….

"Those awful rotten pests!" Dr. Thorndill shook his head with a soft frown on his face. He looked down at Val sobbing into his chest, her body shaking with suppressed rage and sadness.

He pushed her away with one hand. "You know what you must do my dear."

"W-what?" Val wiped her eyes and looked up at her father, hanging on his every word. He grinned slowly, his yellow teeth exposing.

"You must get revenge on them for what they did!" He cackled. Val blinked away some tears from her vision and wiped snot from her nose.

"HOW?! I d-don't even know where they l-live. Daddy please just make them go away!" she started to cry again and his face darkened before he slapped her sharply across the face, stunning the tears away. Val shakily held her stinging cheek as she stared at him in horror.

Her voice was soft and shaken. "W-why did you do that?"

"Because you're acting foolish! Crying won't get rid of them and asking me to do it won't help either. You have to take care of this problem yourself V.A.L, or it won't be going away. Look at me!" he growled at seeing her look down at her feet. Val's head snapped up to look him, her eyes sad and scared. This only made Dr. Thorndill angrier.

"That's enough! Do you think being sad or scared will get rid of them?! You have to be MEAN! You have to be EVIL!"

"But they're the evil ones not me!" Val frowned, purely confused. Dr. Thorndill frowned.

"They threatened me and tore your room apart. You can't just let them get away with it! Are you going to let them hurt your family?!"

"No." Val frowned.

"Are you going to sit by and allow them to destroy your room?"

"No!" Val scowled, growing angrier.

"Then what are you going to do?!" his eyes lit up in excitement. Val's eyes flickered in rage.

"I'm gonna destroy those Warners!"

Th-th-th-th-that's all folks! I plan to update again tomorrow afternoon, unless something comes up. Again, I'm wicked sorry for not updating in forever. I hope that updates come quicker from now on.