Frowning, thrusting his chest and exhaling with his nose, the purple bunny on stage grabbed the microphone stand to do at least one more impression. He had always been told that he was an excellent impersonator, but no one seemed to recognize any of the people he was playing! He had done years of research to be able to do all those persons and characters, and was very annoyed that only the geekiest of trivia geeks had a slight chance of knowing who he was. Fortunately for him, though, he was always able to mimic the voices perfectly, and sometimes – for some unexplainable reason – his face or body, and even his clothes. But even then would the audience just tilt their heads and scratch them in thought, because most of his impressions were too old for any simple-minded being to get.

Gusto decided to pull his Friends act once more, hoping that there would be someone in the audience who at least found it familiar. By morphing his face into what somewhat resembled the long-dead actors, and making his voice and accent sound like they had; he did his last act for the night. He did a few famous one-liners, as well as the classic, sarcastic jokes and comebacks the characters used to sprinkle out like a saint Bernhard's drool. But doing all that was pretty hard as a solo-act, because Gusto had to constantly switch roles (and clothes) at lightning-fast speed as he acted, hoping to get the audience to laugh at least a little bit.

As usual, the Friends act got the audience to let out laughs; mostly because it was humorous, and not because they knew who Gusto was impersonating. But they thought it was funny, and that was enough for him. As the audience stood up to applause, Gusto did his typical twirl to get out of the impression-fit, and back to his normal self, and then bowed.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed to the audience while they cheered. "You're too kind!" Well, not really… he then thought to himself.

He blew a few kisses to the audience and bowed again, just before the curtains were slowly pulled down. Gusto sighed and let his long ears fall down, and then stretched. He walked off the stage, and was greeted by his right-hand man as always.

"Dude! What happened up there?" Quackmire exclaimed. "You forgot the Veloceraptor bit! What's up with that huh?"

"Hey, it's my act, so I'm in charge of what I do, okay?" Gusto spat back at the little, gray duck standing before him. "So I didn't do a few lines! Come on! Do you have any idea how many jokes that show had? It's hard to pick the best parts out!"

"Excuses, excuses…" said Quackmire and flipped his wrist lamely. "So did you see Pig in the audience?"

"Pig? You mean Bakin?" said Gusto, and tried to remember if he had seen the snobby pig's face in the audience. "Nope. Can't say I did."

"Dang it!" said Quackmire and kicked the air.

"Relax, Quack. I'm sure he'll come to my shows sooner or later," said Gusto and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Besides, what's so important about him showing up anyway?"

Quackmire blushed a bit, and laughed nervously. "Ha-ha! Nothing, nothing! Just…" He relaxed again, and sighed. "You know… He's the only one besides us who's a talking animal, and well… even if he's a total brat, I wanted to know if he knows anything about why it's like that."

Gusto scanned his friend's face and narrowed his eyebrows. Quackmire was right. Only him, Gusto and that rich, snobby pig that never wanted to be around them were animals. Talking, walking-on-hind-legs, standing-up-straight animals. And if that wasn't weird enough, Gusto himself was purple, which – no matter how many doctors he had seen, or how many researches had been done on him – just couldn't be explained.

Then again, there were much more things about the three of them that couldn't be explained. Like how Quackmire was able to take a thirteen story fall, get flattened on the ground, and not really experience any physical pain. Or how Gusto was able to take just one spin around himself wearing a costume, and then be in his regular clothes when he stopped. Or how Bakin could squash and stretch his body immensely without the help of special effects people. Yes, there were numerous things these three could do, but none of them were sure as to why and how.

Chapter 3 – Similarities

The words 'toons', 'descendants' and 'next generation' echoed in Lexi's mind, and she couldn't believe her very ears. What the Warner brothers had just told her and her teammates was just very hard to believe. The fact that the six of them were descendants of toons was just insane – especially since they had only just learned that toons even existed! Lexi started wobbling a bit, and Gus noticed, so he stood up from his chair, letting Lexi lie down on it. When there, she had to blink a few times to remind herself where she was. She looked at the boys, who were just as stunned as she was. Slam put a hand on his head and grunted something, and to Lexi, it sounded like: "Unbelievable…"

"You got that right, Slam!" said Ace, his eyes still fixed on the television screen. "I… I don't even know what to think about this! I can't find an opinion! It's that unbelievable!"

"But it's true!" Gil exclaimed and hopped up from his chair. "Even if you guys are toons, you aren't just any toons! You're descendants of possibly the greatest, most awesome toons of all time! I mean, just look at them!" He pointed at the screen, which was now showing a bunny that looked just like Ace pounding on army missiles with a small hammer.

"We are," said Tech and blinked to moist his eyes, which had been open for quite some time. "And we believe you. It's just that… I was a cartoon lover back in the day, and when you tell me that what we're seeing are actually actors, it just makes me wonder how these 'toons' are even made."

"Well, obviously, since it's cartoons and animation we're talking about here, they have to be drawn to be created – I mean, they can't just suddenly pop out of nowhere, right?" said Rev, his statement aimed at the brothers.

Gil nodded in Rev's direction, and smiled. "That's right," he said. "Toons have to be drawn in order for them to be given life. But that, my friend, is a very difficult process. For you see, an artist doesn't just draw something on paper, and then it comes to life. Oh no… it's way more complicated than that."

"How so?" Tech asked as he allowed himself to rest his body in Gil's chair.

"Prepare yourselves for yet another rant, Loonatics, because this is going to be something!" said Gus, and as soon as he let go of the last word, Rev, Slam, Ace, and the suddenly quiet Duck made themselves as comfortable as they could on the floor in front of the brothers.

"Okay, so the process of making a toon is a difficult one, but at the same time, it's pretty easy to explain," said Gil. "Let's say Gus and I were to create a toon. First, we'd, of course, have to design the character we wanted, and which species it is. Is it human? Is it an animal? Or is it a door? That sort of thing. When that'd be settled, it'd be time to put it on paper. A few ideas from both of us on how the character would look, and once we'd like a particular idea, we'd draw that from different angles – front, back, side; the works. Then, and only then, would we be able to make it a real toon."

"Take three sheets of paper, each one for a specific layer," Gus continued. "The first layer is the skeleton. With that covered, we'd know the proportions for the toon more than before. Does it have a big head, but small body? Does it have a big upper body and small lower body, or vice versa? It all adds up in the skeleton. When done with that, we'd take the second sheet, put it on top of the first one to see the proportions, and draw the muscles. They'd tell us how the character would move, or simply add a little feeling to the skeleton. The third sheet would have the skin, and wardrobe if any."

"So, with all that covered, the toon comes to life on the paper?" Duck asked, and scratched his head.

"Ah, now there's a common misconception," Gil replied. "These drawings would be like schematics for the toon – the blueprints. When these three stages are completed, the animator has a clear view on how to move the character. Which is exactly what we'd have to do next: make it move. Altogether, the key frames are called 'The Walk Cycle'. It's basically a couple of drawings of the character walking in its unique way. Just looking at the way a character walks, says a lot about it."

The Loonatics automatically looked at one another, and Lexi for one tried to remember the way each one of them walked. Once again, the brothers were proven right. Despite the fact that they walked very similarly, there were a few tactics that only each of the Loonatics had. When done thinking about all this, the Loonatics looked back at the brothers.

"When we'd be done inking and coloring all these pieces, all that'd be left would be to take pictures of each drawing, and put them together as a whole in the computer!" said Gus and expanded his arms. "And that's where the animators want us to think that the process is over. But here's the twist: the camera they use isn't just a camera. When they take the pictures, they're actually scanning the drawings into a higher-leveled machine, and that's where the toons come to life!"

Tech raised an eyebrow at the brothers. "In a machine? That's where toons come to life? In a machine?"

"Oh, not just any machine, Tech ol' boy!" said Gil. "If I remember correctly, the machine that they use – or used, I'm not sure – is called a Camerinat. Why is it called that? I have no idea, but the fact that it was used to create toons just makes my stomach want to compete in a pole vault."

Lexi took a moment to picture what the brothers had just said. Making a toon did sound pretty interesting, but the thought of herself being originated from a machine was far from being a pleasant feeling. But the weird thing was that she had memories of her past, and she knew where she was from. So how could she have been born in a machine if she remembered her childhood? She had to ask the brothers.

"Hey, uh, guys," she began. "When the artists make the toons, do they add the personality too? And memories and such?"

Gus turned around sharply, and pointed at Lexi, which made her jerk back a bit in her seat. "Excellent question, my dear Lexi!" he exclaimed. "And yes, that is precisely what they do! Before the toon's walk-cycle is put in the Camerinat, the artist has to give it will. Sure, its tactics and some of its personality is visible in the drawings, but where is its back-story? Its past? Or even its future? And why does it act the way it does? It's all up to the artist, and sometimes the animator, to come up with such things."

The Loonatics stared at the brothers with somewhat blank expressions. They couldn't believe it. Everything they remembered, everything they knew, and their personalities at that; all those things had been put in their heads by some other people? So they hadn't really been raised in Acmetropolis? They had just been designed the way they looked, and everything else just put inside their minds? The idea alone didn't make any sense, and Lexi's head started spinning once more as she thought more and more about it.

A long awkward silence filled the room, and only the crazy sound effects and wacky voices from the TV could be heard. Lexi looked up, and saw a big rooster teasing a dog by standing behind a line (possibly the leash limit), and hitting him on the head with a frying pan, saying: "Aaah, shut up!"

Lexi's ears perked a bit. There was something about that rooster that looked very familiar, but she wasn't sure what it was. Was it his physique, his face structure, his accent, or his voice? Lexi squinted her eyes, and automatically turned on her Sonic Hearing to pick up more voice tactics. Duck noticed this act, and snorted.

"What's the matter, Lexi?" he joked. "Getting a little too old? Need to get some eyewear to see, and use superpowers to hear?" He chuckled at his own comment, and Lexi was thankful that no one else did.

"What's up, Lex?" Ace asked. "Hearing something weird?"

"No, it's just…" Lexi started, but then heard the toon on screen say a phrase she knew very well. "Doesn't that rooster sound just like mister Leghorn?"

The boys all looked at each other, and then at the screen, listening for any signs of recognizable language, or ways of talking. Lexi saw that Ace's and Tech's ears perked; Rev's eyes bulged and his beak opened wide; Slam gave a interested: "Oooohhh…"; and Duck actually nodded slowly, and Lexi heard him whisper: "Yeeeaaah… he does…"

Gil and Gus both slapped their foreheads and looked at each other. "Duuuuuh!" they both exclaimed. "We totally forgot to tell them about the others!" Gil then stated and laughed, his brother joining him afterwards.

"The… others?" Ace questioned. "What do you mean, others? Are there more descendants like us?"

"Heck yeah!" Gus shouted, and snagged the remote from the coffee table, where it was lying. He pushed a few buttons, and almost instantly, several screenshots appeared one by one on the television screen. One of them was of the rooster Lexi had been commenting about, but the others were simply characters the Loonatics had only just seen.

"This is Foghorn Leghorn," said Gil and pointed at the mentioned rooster. "He was a very pranky toon, and absolutely loved to pick on this dog that lived on the same barn as he did. Sometimes, the two would improvise their pranks, and do something that was never even mentioned in the script. Foggy here was also very well known for his southern accent and how he would always interrupt himself by adding "I say" when he started a sentence."

Before the Loonatics could even begin to think about a response, Gus walked up at the screen and pointed at a short cowboy, whose red beard covered almost his entire face. "Here we have Yosemite Sam, the biggest hot-head you ever did see," he said. "You've probably seen the bunny face him a couple of times. Well, let me tell you, this guy had the biggest ego as well, and could never, and I mean never say no to a challenge. A real toughie, but not very bright." Finishing his sentence, Gus made a small motion beside his head, indicating that this Sam had been pretty dumb.

Lexi gagged a bit when Gil pointed at the next character. It was a skunk, and by the looks of it, he had been a big flirt. "This guy's name was Pepé LePew and, before you say it, yes, he was French," he said and chuckled, oblivious to the fact that it hadn't even crossed the Loonatics' minds. "He would strut around the streets of Paris, always looking for someone to love…" Gil sighed dreamily. "Unfortunately, no one would fall in love back, because, after all, he was a skunk! But hey! That never made him give up! Mostly because he never even thought about it."

"Gossamer here was not very famous, but he did make a few appearances in some episodes," said Gus, while pointing at a big, red, hairy monster with wicked eyes. "There were rumors that he was made entirely of this flaming red hair, but none have been confirmed. As for his roles, they were mainly just to play this beast that he is."

Gil skipped a little, and then pointed at a tiny yellow bird on the screen, which almost made Lexi say: "Aww…" out loud. "Ah, Tweety…" said Gil and shook his head. "He looked so sweet, innocent and cute; but underneath all that lay a mischievous, saucy character just begging to be released."

"And it always did – on this guy," Gus continued and pointed at a black and white tuxedo cat with a huge red nose. "Meet Sylvester J. Pussycat. The proudest cat you could ever find if you went looking for one. I mean, sheesh! This guy's attitude was so big, it was always his downfall!" Gus paused for a moment, and made a small measuring motion with his hand. "Weeeeell… not really. Sometimes he would just play a silent scaredy-cat."

Lexi looked at the toon in question, and found it very hard to picture a character with that sort of attitude playing someone mute and scared. The thought made her snicker, though.

"Anyway, Sly here was always the hungry kitty, and he kept wanting to eat Tweety," said Gil. "Unfortunately for him, Granny, this little lady-" He tapped his hand on the screen, where a screenshot of an old lady was. "Kept protecting him, so Sylvester could never really do anything, because she was so protective."

The brothers gave the Loonatics a moment to observe the screenshots and absorb the information they had given them. The more Lexi thought about it, the closer she got to figuring out who were the descendants of the toons she had seen. The Looney Tunes did look very familiar, whether if it was their appearance or their personality. But she still wasn't quite able to put a finger on who was whose ancestor…

"The Shropshire Slasher and his mom here only appeared in one episode," Gus stated, shaking his head, and pointing at a screenshot of a large, muscular man who was standing next to a tiny, chubby, red-haired woman. "Poor things… They could have had some potential. But they were only looked at as extras, so they never really found their big break."

With his hands behind his back, Gil nodded to the screen's direction, aimed at a screenshot of a baby-faced hunter. "Now this guy, however, comes in second on the list of Looney Tunes with the most evolution," said Gil. "Elmer J. Fudd, ladies and gentlemen. Famous for his gullibility, small size, short temper, short attention span, and his inabilities as a hunter. Poor guy never stood a chance against that wascawwy wabbit…"

Right on cue, the Loonatics all tilted their heads in confusion and raised an eyebrow. Unfortunately, the Warner brothers wouldn't explain it any further, and instead, Gus pointed at yet another character – this time, a small, supposedly Roman figure. "Only one toon was sophisticated enough to never really lose his temper around a certain smart-ass bunny," he said. "And that would be Marvin the Martian, also known as Commander X-2. He was really quiet and soft-spoken, but what he did! Man! Who'd expect a guy like this to be totally destructive and dangerous?"

No one replied, because, after all, it was a rhetorical question. Gil used the silence to point at a smiling, chubby pig. "This little guy is the one you see frequently at the end of the early Looney Tunes shorts: Porky Pig," he declared. "The ever so lovable stuttering pig had a couple of solo shorts when his career began, but was later always casted as an extra or a sidekick. In our opinion, he pulled both off greatly, and I for one think it's because of this charming, mild-mannered nature he had."

"And finally!" Gus suddenly exclaimed, making the Loonatics jerk a bit. He flung his hand on the screen, where a screenshot of two thugs – one tiny and tough, and the other big and dopey – had been placed. "Here we have Rocky and Mugsy. Two gangsters who just loved being bad, but they weren't really the sharpest hunks of cheese…"

With that, Gil and Gus finally settled, and the Loonatics sensed that the presentation was over. Lexi looked over the screenshots, and tried to picture what descendants of the toons would look like. Had she and her team ever even seen them? And if so, how were they supposed to remember them? And how come not all of the Tunes were ancestors of any kind? As if it had become a tradition, Lexi's head started spinning, and this time, her eyes actually started rolling.

"Whooooaaaa…" she had to say out loud. "That's a bit too much information in one day…"

"Yeah, tell me about it," said Duck, who looked like he was still stuck thinking about Porky.

"And it's still not over!" Gil exclaimed and expanded his arms. He threw them in Gus' direction, signaling him to change the television screen into something else. "Because we still haven't gotten a chance to look at your ancestors!"

It wasn't until Gil said it that Lexi realized that he was absolutely right. After all this time, after all this rambling about toons, the Looney Tunes, and basically everything else that the brothers had mentioned, there still hadn't been a word about the Loonatics' ancestors. Lexi watched as Gus aimed the remote at the screen. The screenshots disappeared one by one in a similar fashion they had appeared. Gus then pushed a number of buttons on the remote, and in a matter of seconds, six more pictures appeared on the screen; only this time, they were moving, and they had sound. Lexi observed each of them, and unlike with the other ones, she immediately noted the similarities with the Tunes, and her team. However, Slam was the first one to go off about it. He grunted something, which Lexi could make out as: "Hey! Is that me?"

A brown, wild-looking Tasmanian devil was spinning around at rapid speed in one of the six frames on the screen. He stopped a couple of times to show off his large fangs and crazy eyes, only to go into a major rage fit shortly afterwards (Lexi assumed it had been triggered by a pray).

"Not at all, my dear Slam," said Gus. "This is Taz, one of the most recognizable toons of the twentieth century – well, at least the nineties, anyway. This guy was as mad as they could get, always looking for something to eat; which was usually a certain rabbit or duck. In the early days, he only got to be on five cartoon shorts, mostly because the directors had such a hard time controlling him. After all, he was a wild beast. But later on, he was given another chance, and was easier to direct."

Lexi could read from Slam's expression that he was astounded to see his ancestor in action, despite the fact that he had been out of control. Lexi didn't blame him. Knowing your roots, and thus your ancestors was probably very shocking.

Rev was the second one to speak. "Well, would you look at that? I think I see something I could be related to! Of course, I could be wrong, but then again, that blue bird is the only one who resembles me; am I right?"

The blue bird in question did indeed resemble Rev, in almost every way, in fact. Although he had more of a bird body structure, his long neck, legs and tail gave most away, as well as his feather color. His happy-go-lucky smile was almost contagious, and before Lexi could note more similarities between the two, the bird jumped in the air, stuck out his tongue, made a little car horn sound and dashed off.

"Rev, I'd like you to meet the Road Runner, the fasted bird in all the deserts of Texas, and then some," said Gil. "Never harmed, never tired, never sad, angry or anything. Just runs around the desert like there's nothing else to life. Sounds neat, huh?"

Like Slam, Rev was amazed to see his ancestor, even though the Road Runner didn't speak. To Lexi, it seemed as though Rev was comparing his ancestor to himself, and with each note, his beak formed a wider smile. "Wow…" he said on an exhale.

While Rev was seemingly drifting into his own little world, Tech's ears perked and he slowly raised a finger to point at one of the frames. "Wow, that guy looks so much like me, it's scary," he said.

And he was right. Lexi's eyes trailed from Rev to the screen again, and saw just what Tech was talking about. A long, brown, slim, sick, and sorry-looking coyote was desperately trying to catch up with the Road Runner, only to fail miserably by trying to jump him from behind, but ending up missing him, and thus plummeting down on the road. Tech watched in awe, and his jaw opened more and more as he did so.

"Wile Ethelbert Coyote," Gus said and smiled proudly, as if he was meeting a celebrity. "Man, what a toon he was. Poor guy was always hungry, though. I've been told that sometimes, the directors of the Road Runner/Coyote cartoons wouldn't feed him before shooting, just so they could catch his real hunger, and making his acting look more real." Gus turned to face Tech. "But you know what's amazing about him? He could take a thousand boulders, fall down hundreds of stories, be blown up, run over, crushed, smashed; you name it! And he would always, with no exceptions, be able to regenerate himself."

Tech watched his ancestor doing just that, as well as failing at catching the Road Runner every time. Lexi scanned his expression, but she wasn't sure if his shocked face was from astonishment, or from actual freaked out shock.

Suddenly, as if someone had just flicked a switch, a loud, high-pitched voice echoed in the room, and the Loonatics were forced to look away from Wile E.'s frame to another one. There, a black duck was going mental over a piece of treasure he had found.

"Oh boy, I'm rich! I'm wealthy! I'm independent! I'm so silly secure! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!!"

Duck's eyes bulged, and for a moment, Lexi wondered if they were trying to get out of his head. His bill flopped open, and he just stared at the screen with a dumbfounded expression.

"I'll bet you anything that you'll never be able to guess whose ancestor this guy is!" Gil shouted sarcastically, pinpointing at how obvious it was. "But in case you couldn't tell, this is Daffy Duck; Duck's ancestor in every single way. Well, minus the lisp, anyway."

Duck didn't make one sound, and his face didn't move – not even a tiny eye twitch was visible. Lexi looked at and listened to Daffy, and then back at Duck, and saw just how right the brothers had been when he had first spoken to them before. The attitude was exactly the same, complete with the arrogant, selfish, spotlight-hungry personality. Even their voices sounded perfectly the same. In her mind, Lexi joked that if she were to meet the two of them together, she'd have a hard time figuring out who was who.

While Duck's expression remained the same, Lexi saw that Ace's eyes widened as he stared at one of the frames. In there was a skinny, grey bunny, munching on a carrot and leaning up against a tree.

"Eh, what's up, doc?"

"Right down to the accent…" Ace said quietly, almost in a whisper. The Warner brothers just smiled.

"Ace Bunny, meet Bugs Bunny," said Gus. "The biggest wise-ass in the history of cartoons. He's the one who was always tormenting poor Sam, Elmer, Marvin, and was even a trigger for jealousy with Daffy. His cocky, wisecracking personality was always his number one weapon against his enemies, and he would only resort to violence if personally attacked. Don't you find this totally awesome, Ace? You're a descendant of one of the most successful toons of all time!"

Indeed he did. Lexi could sense that Ace was trying to hide it, but he did a very poor job doing so. Being a descendant of such a toon as Bugs Bunny was probably the top of the moment for him, and his somewhat shocked face immediately morphed into the biggest, proud grin Lexi had ever seen.

Because everyone else seemed to love seeing their ancestors, Lexi decided to have a look at hers. She looked up at the screen where the animated frames were, and instantly discovered something that was odd about the six of them:

Bugs, Daffy, Taz, Wile E. and the Road Runner all had the same thing in common. They were all obviously animated by hand, and from the same era (Lexi guessed the period 1940-50, according to what the Warner brothers had told them earlier). However, the one girl toon on the screen was in a live-action environment, and unlike the boys, she was animated in three-dimension. Lexi looked up at the brothers with a raised eyebrow, and before she could even ask, they answered her question.

"This tremendous basketball-queen here would be Lola Bunny," Gil said to explain. "Unlike the rest of the Looney Tunes cast, she debuted in 1996, decades upon decades later than the originals." He paused to scratch his chin and roll his eyes upwards in thought, and then looked back at Lexi. "Remember when we told you that sometimes, as the years pass, female toons are created and put into the lives of the original male ones to spice them up a little?"

Lexi nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"Well, Lola was one of them," Gil continued. "You see, the artists at WB had tried numerous times to create the right girl for Bugs, but they never felt that the ones they created were the right ones. Then in 1996, this live-action movie, Space Jam premiered, and this new, hot love-interest for Bugs was introduced. Many just hid their faces in their palms, claiming that it was just another lame tryout. But what they didn't know was that the relationship between Bugs and Lola surpassed what we saw on-screen. It was one of those relationships," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.

Lexi blushed a bit, and automatically glanced at Ace, noticing that he did the same thing. They looked at each other for the longest time, trying to understand the connection. If Bugs and Lola had had a real relationship, but were still Ace and Lexi's ancestors, did that mean that they were related? Sure, there were centuries of generations that separated them, but still, Lexi wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to look at Ace the same way again. After all, she had felt a little spark between them over the past few years…

"So, you've also made the connection between the rest of the cast, right?" Gus asked, snapping Lexi out of her thoughts.

"I think I have," Tech replied. "I examined each of the Tunes' looks, and the way you described them, and I think I may have the answer."

"The answer to what?" Duck lamely asked. "About who's whose ancestor?"

"Yes, that's right," said Tech. He looked at the brothers, and started counting with his fingers. "Mister Leghorn is the descendant of Foghorn Leghorn; Ophiuchus Sam is Yosemite Sam's; Pierre LePew is Pepé LePew's – how that's even possible, I don't want to find out; Gorlop the wrestler is Gossamer's; Tweetums is Tweety's; Queen Grannicus is Granny's; Sylth Vester is Sylvester's; Stomper and his mom are Slasher and his mom's; Electro Fudd is Elmer Fudd's; Melvin the Martian is Marvin's; Pork the Pug is Porky's; and Stoney and Bugsy are Rocky and Mugsy's."

The Warner brothers smiled at Tech. "That's our super genius!" Gil exclaimed, making Tech look very flattered. Although she didn't say anything, Lexi had basically made the same connection as well, but not as firmly as Tech.

"Now, obviously, since all of you guys are descendants of those toons, you weren't created in the Camerinat," said Gil. "I mean, sure. Many of the toons over the years have been like Lola: just thrown in there to match the characters; but the thing is, most of your forefathers and foremothers were born, and not created. Born with pure blood. Well, ink, actually." He smiled.

"So if you're wondering if all your memories and stuff were just put in your heads by some animator, you've got it all wrong," Gus added to make the point clearer, thus answering Lexi's inner questions from before.

After that, there was silence in the living room, and the Loonatics was certain that the brothers' speeches and rants were finally over. Gus turned the TV off, and put the remote back in its place on the coffee table. No one said a word, and Lexi wondered whether if it was because of the mental shock of seeing their ancestors, or if it was because everyone felt too awkward to start a conversation. Either way, Lexi used the opportunity to rest her eyes for a moment and leaned back in her chair.

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While the Loonatics enjoyed the silence that had finally formed, another being far, far away was far from being relaxed or enjoying himself. He simply sat in his high chair, glaring at everyone and everything in sight. He clutched the chair's armrests. The time was about to come; he could feel it.

Turning the chair sharply, he shouted into the empty space, his loud, powerful voice echoing around the immense room. "Get me Thinker and Belle!!"

He turned around again, facing the red-painted window glass, his frown forming so many wrinkles on his forehead that he looked thirty years older than he really was. He heard the large doors creak open and without bothering to turn around, he addressed the ones who had arrived. "What do you know?"

Shakily, the two fairies replied at the same time. "I- it- it's all r- ready, sir! You and yo- your army can l- leave in the morning!"

He smirked mischievously, tapped his fingers together and cackled. "Excellent… We head for Acmetropolis as soon as the men are ready." He turned his chair around to face the fairies. "And do me a favor. Make sure that the duck gets an assignment. I'm afraid he's beginning to act more and more like his forefather than I feared he would…"

With that, the fairies saluted and flew off. The man smirked once more, and looked out the window. "I shall avenge you, my ancestors. You will not be sorry…"

A/N: My best thanks to Tweeker515 for letting me use her ideas on the toon theoriy; how toons are made. It helped me a lot with this chapter 83