I didn't even realize I hadn't put a genre, so thanks for reviewing and telling me, weirdsib. Also, a thanks to KaylaMicael and Forestwater (By the way, what I'm trying to get across is that Alex is simply spoilt and gets annoyed easily). Here's my next chapter.

"Seriously, what was that for?" I scowled at all three Warners, now back in my spaghetti-strap pink top and short light-coloured denim skirt.

"What was what for?" they all replied, with angelic faces.

"What was getting on my nerves and embarassing me for?" I growled at them. "You annoyed me in the first place, what with the features that make you get called 'puppy pre-teens and teenagers'."

"How can we help that?" Dot asked, widening her eyes and creating crocodile tears.

I sighed. "Dot Warner, you are not six years old anymore and I know you're faking the crying. Stop it."

"Alexandra, honestly!" Mom said. "You've been like this ever since we left Burbank. If you're not going to be pleasant, could you at least be quiet?"

"It's them." I muttered, but I pointedly asked the others for my earbuds back. "And that means 'I want my earbuds back now'. All I want is to have them handed to me straight away, and not taken away again." In a flash they were in my hand. I'd been careful to make sure my instructions had been so exact they couldn't annoy me again while giving them back, or not giving them back at all.

I put them back on and listened to Avril Lavigne's song Mobile, then Emilie Autumn's Swallow, since one song was about being out of control, like I am, and the other was about living with manic depression, and I think the Warners have the manic without the depression.

I tried my best to ignore the Warners as much as possible, which wasn't easy when I was in a car with one of them next to me and two of them in front of me and playing around in their usual way.

Finally, I pulled off my headphones and snapped "When are we getting to the first vacation spot?"

"We're just going to stay in Malibu for today." Dad answered. "We drive through Las Vegas and into Arizona tomorrow."

"Are we going to see the Grand Canyon?" Wakko spoke up for once.

"Are you planning to push me over the edge?" I scowled. I guessed they would. It's not like they'd kill me, of course. I wouldn't hit the ground, they'd save me before that, but it would probably give me a heart attack at the least. "You should refrain from doing that type of thing to people you claim to like."

"We just like making friends." all of them said, making halos appear on their heads.

"You need to learn some new tactics." I sighed. "Maybe you should stop acting like you're still on Animaniacs and grow up a little bit to be toons that act like real people." I looked at them for a moment, then added "And you haven't made friends in summer. Well, not me, anyway."

"You don't want to be friends with us?" Yakko said, with a fake wounded expression.

"Quit with the heartbroken look, I know you're faking." I said. "Do you mind letting me have an easy time these holidays? Oh yeah, and what makes you think I'll be friends with you now?"

"We want you to be our friend." Dot offered. "Our special friend."

OK, that was way too far. "Don't even go there." I said furiously. "I know the way you treat your special friends, and you can't, can't, can't treat me like that!"

"Why not?" all three of them whined.

"Stop being so cold, Alex!" Dad said sternly. "I thought we brought you up better than that!"

"It's their fault!" I complained. "They always try to drive me completely insane! Why do I always get the blame for everything around here? Oh yeah, cause they're the guests. Well, they sure don't act like it!"

"Alexandra, grow up!" Mom snapped. "Look, we're in Malibu now. Don't ruin this vacation for everyone."

"It's them!" I said. "They make me get annoyed, so I get blamed for ruining it, when it's really them ruining my vacation!"

"The world does not revolve around you, Alexandra Romara." Dad said, clearly angry.

"Alexandra Romana?" Yakko said, a gleam in his eyes. "Is that like Romanov? Are there two princesses in the car?"

"You know very well that I am not a German Tsarina of Russia, or a princess!" I scowled. "I wouldn't want to be one, anyway."

Dot grinned. "Yay!" she squealed. "We could start a Princess club!"

"You're not even a real princess either, Angelina." I muttered. "I know you can't say that stupid name properly." I was referring to the name she used on the show (Although it was real up to Francesca).

She smirked and said, just like Yakko had on that particular show when she had challenged him, "Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fana Bo Besca The Third." She even did the eyebrow-raising thing.

"Fail." I muttered. "That only works with the boys, and then only with fangirls."

"Anyway, Princess fits you better." Yakko addressed me. A huge heavy crown was put on my head (courtesy of Wakko), and all three Warners turned to me, pretended to bow and say "At your service, Princess Alexandra."

"I can't believe you three!" I shrieked. "Just because you're crazy, you call me spoilt!" I tore the crown off. "Mom, Dad, please! Can't you tell they're trying to wind me up?"

"Well, really, Alex," Dad said in a tired voice, you really have been acting like a spoilt princess recently."

As we got out of the car to check into our Malibu motel, I knew that the Warners weren't going to let the princess label go.

I'm doomed.

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I am having a bit of trouble with this story. Please give me a few ideas! And review!