Hello everyone. Let me just get started by saying I am SO SORRY! I wanted to get this update up Wednesday but something kinda serious came up. I promise I didn't mean to be a jerk. Thanks for understanding and if you don't then….well I'm not sure what else to do. Thanks to KaylaMicael, A Scribbler, shannon23, and frumouttamimind for reviewing the last chapter. You guys are, as always, the bestest reviewers ever!

Operation: Val Chapter 11

Dot POV

I officially love my smelly brother even more now! Not that I would ever tell him that of course…but oh my glob how could someone not love Wakko after he threw up on my most ugly and stupid enemy. I mean seriously, what was she thinking?! That she was going to storm into the studio waving a gun like she was some kind of new Rambo movie and shoot us up?! Puh-LEASE! We're the WARNERS! The undefeatable, irreplaceable, always-imitated-but-never-duplicated Warners of the Warner studio! Okay so enough stating of the obvious; what happened after we all laughed until we almost peed our pants went kind of like this…

"Oh am I glad she's gone! Now there won't be anyone here to disturb Dot's absolute cuteness!" Yakko smiled and turned to Dot.

"Now fair princess and most wonderful sister in the whole wide world, what would you like to do?" he got down on his hands and knees, Wakko following.

"Yes we'll do whatever you want. I will gladly throw up on that nasty, ugly girl again if you'd like. Or I'll even take a bath!"

Dot smirked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Weeelll….I guess you two can worship me."

"Oh you are so generous fair princess!" Yakko bowed and kissed her puppy-like feet. Wakko nodded, his tongue sticking out.

"Yeah! You're the best!"

…Okay that's enough! Dot that is NOT how it happened!

Sure it was! You just don't remember because you were so hypnotized by my cuteness.

This is why I tell the stories. Time for my POV…

Yakko POV

Okay so this is how it REALLY went:

So redhead girl just got spewed on by my brother (HILARIOUS!) and then she left all huffy and smelling like Dot's pancakes. We waited until she left and then in the comical fashion we generally do things, we started laughing hysterically in unison. After the initial hiccupping and giggling fit ended, we got back to our usual rest of the day schedule. It was what happened the NEXT day that is more interesting so we'll just fast forward to the then…

The next day…

Normal POV

I've got it! I've found the pattern!

Val jumped up from the bottom of her cage, currently lined with blueprints and notes similar to those used by the classic Wile E. Coyote. She ran to her cage door, picking the lock without thinking a thing of it, and then ran up the basement stairs, skipping every other stair before she ran out into the living room and looking around, confused as to why it was so dark upstairs.

It can't still be nighttime…but despite her initial thoughts, she glanced at the living room clock and saw that it was indeed, only 4 o'clock. She frowned and stamped her feet.

"Great! Now what?!" she paused, thinking.

…

Dr. Thorndill was sound asleep, curled up in his bed hugging his stuffed pet monkey secretly named Mr. Wiggins to the doctor but clearly non-existent to the rest of the world. His bedroom was large and generic, consisting of an iron bed, a small dresser, and a dark red throw rug. No one happening to see this room would think it belonged to a mad man. Well, the mad man in question was in a deep dreamless sleep when he was rudely snapped awake by a blaring siren. He fumbled for the switch to his bedside lamp, nearly falling out of his bed in the process. The siren grew louder and louder and in his delirious sleep-filled mind, the doctor thought for sure that this siren was one of his unspeakable failed experiments, back for the revenge that it so desperately craved.

Finally finding the light switch, Dr. Thorndill filled the room with light, his hands clamped over his ears as Val burst into the room, driving a fire truck as she, of course, played the siren. He leapt out of his bed, quickly stuffed Mr. Wiggins under the blankets and then turned to his latest creation with a face of pure horror and disgust.

"What in the BLASTED HELL do you think you are DOING?!" he pulled her out of the fire truck and shook her like a rag doll, rage boiling in his eyes. Val beamed, completely unaffected by his abuse to her skinny toon body.

"I've finished my plans dad! Those Warners are as good as dead!" She held up her blueprints that she had carefully sketched and plotted all night. Without even looking at them, Dr. Thorndill grabbed the blueprints out of her hands and threw them aside.

"Now you listen to me you….you THING! I plan what you will do to the Warners. You are the monster that takes care of the job. Understood?" He didn't realize his mistake until after he had finished speaking and his face immediately paled.

"….Monster? B-but THEY'RE the monsters dad! Why did you call me a monster?" She frowned, confused and a tad bit hurt. He coughed awkwardly, looking around as if he was hoping that the answer would just magically appear in his non-assuming bedroom.

"You're not a monster my dear…" his panicked expression slowly reverted back to his calm smile as the plan came to him.

"…But you WILL be…."

Okay I know this ended really fast and it's a really short chapter but that's because I decided to save the good stuff for tomorrow. And YES I will be updating tomorrow. At least, I promise I will really really really REALLY try for you guys. Oh, and if you didn't notice, I decided to try some different styles of writing for this chapter with the multiple POV switches. Do you like? Or does it confuse you guys? I myself find it a tad confuzzling but I enjoyed writing it so give your input so I can know for sure what to do next time. Thanks and again, I am so sorry for taking so long and then leaving you all with such a short update. I hope ya don't hate me too much.