A/N:

Last chapter received the most reviews I'd ever had for just a single chapter; thank you all so much you're all awesome! XD

Also, everyone who has tried to guess who the employer has been wrong so far, but you'll find you soon I promise XD So, onward with the chapter!

How I was managing to drive, I had no idea. But I knew that I was dangerously close to breaking the speed limit. I tried to keep calm, the last thing I needed was police showing up. Calling the police had come to mind long before I'd gotten in the car, but Rita had made a very good point. Who would believe me? They didn't believe me before so why should they now? No doubt that creep had every member of the authorities in America under his thumb. One word from me and it would be the end. And who knows what he would do to Flynn and Poppy if I dared to defy him again.

It was pretty dark out now, we'd been driving in silence for so long, no one daring to make the first move, clearly wanting the tension to calm down before it was built up again. I understood that, the Warner's worked in comedy, not drama, Rita seemed to be the one in charge now. The Warner's sat in the back seats, slumped against one another in sleep with Runt snoozing on the floor. That dog seemed really docile and apparently he didn't fully understand what was going on; but he had a lovable quality about him and seemed like he just wanted to please people. So he didn't understand the different between his own kind and cats, but there was a loyalty about him that I found myself taking a shine to. Rita sat in the passengers seat, front paws up on the dashboard to keep an eye on the road like she didn't trust my driving. She didn't trust me full stop. I didn't blame her really, I'd let my siblings get taken away in the middle of the day… I hardly trusted myself at this point. . My eyes were sore and dry, all cried out. But my mind was in high gear and hungry for answers. We'd been silent enough, it was time to get things moving again.

"So what's been going on at the studio?" I asked anxiously, "But, start at the beginning; I still don't understand the whole 'toons being real' thing."

"Why've I turned into the exposition again…?" Rita rolled her eyes like I was deliberately ignorant, "Well, here goes…"

By the sound of it, it was going to be a pretty long story, but that was fine with me. The more she talked, the more there was to take in; meaning more things to think about besides how scared my siblings were; and secretly how scared I was too.

"There's an ability that is extremely rare among humans that can make doodles and drawing come to life at will. They've been oh-so originally named Creators. But all they can do it make a few things move across a page, nothing fancy, they could never make toons jump out into the world or talk, just move here and there." She waved her paw passively, "But one got found out working in Warner Brothers Studios in the 30's and naturally, this was a big hit. But they kept it on the down low for whatever reason."

"But, how does that explain you guys?" I wondered aloud.

"Keep your hair on, I'm getting there!" she snapped, "The CEO of the Studio at the time met up with the Creator and asked him to come up with a whole cast of characters for a show; yours truly." she pointed to herself and then over her shoulder a the sleeping company, "He loved us; but it wasn't enough. The studio was going bust and there wasn't enough of the moo-lah to hire more animators. So the CEO came up with a brilliant idea to try and bring the toons off the page and into the real world. That way, he could just film us like a movie set; no need to spend cash on extra staff. You keeping up so far?"

I nodded, "So how did he bring you out?"

"It took a while, but he found away. I don't know much details, all I know it that there was a lot of bright lights and it hurt more than a door slam on the tail. But there we were; the first toons to ever be alive. You feeling honoured, girlie?"

I think she was mocking me, I couldn't be sure. She seemed to fashion that dry and sarcastic tone permanently, "Go on." I urged.

She shrugged, "But the Creator and the CEO didn't count on one thing; our free will. We had our own personalities and ways of thinking, they couldn't control us and often didn't try too. So filming us for a show wasn't working as well as they'd hoped and the Studio was still going to the pound. But the CEO still took a shine to us, he got the Creator to make us a toon version of the studio on a sealed part of the lot so we could do what we pleased." She paused in thought, "He wasn't too bad, for a human… He even let those three live in the tower." She snapped out of it and continued, "But all good things come to an end."

"But, you had a home, you were safe… what could have happened?" I pressed, finding myself getting pulled into her words.

"He got old, that's what. In the 80's his son, Thaddeus Plotz took over and teamed up with some Spielberg dude to try and turn the studio around. They did a good job too and even worked with us for a while. But soon Plotz didn't like the way we had so much freedom. Soon it was don't leave the studio grounds and then it would be: only stick to this part of the studio. In a few years it became a prison. And then, he went and hired that buffoon!"

I was still in awe at the mention of Spielberg, "Who was that?"

She started licking her paws clean and smoothing her cheeks, "I know it was in the 90's and he was some toon-hater named Kellner. He started filling Plotz up with dumb ideas about how we were dangerous and out of control, how we'd end up hurting people and giving them ideas. What a yutz!" she arched her back in anger but quickly composed herself, "He convinced Plotz that we were abominations to be forgotten. But Kellner was soon fired for sealing up the water tower with us all inside without studio permission."

"That's horrible!" I gasped, "How can anyone do that? You weren't doing anything!"

"I'm with ya there, sister." She quirked her ears and shrugged, "Plotz didn't care though. Even with Kellner out of the picture. Plotz let us out; but instead locked us in our part of the lot and the three amigo's there were sealed in the tower again. Plotz is a coward. And that was pretty much the end of the story… until you showed up."

I'd forgotten that I was somewhere in this little history lesson. It was hard to think that one day ten years ago could affect so much now. I nodded to show I was keeping up and for her to continue.

"Well, you were there, you know what happened. You opened the door and let those insano's out."

"You called?"

I swerved in surprise, making Rita yelp and sink her claws into the seat for support. The Warner's were awake and leaning over so they were practically in the front of the car with me. Dot shifted Rita over so that they could share the seat, Wakko clung to the back of the passenger seat while Yakko was leaning over my shoulder.

"Please stop doing that when I'm driving." I pleaded.

"We're no good to anyone as road kill!" Rita spat.

"Don't worry, you're speech is enough to bore us to death first." Dot yawned, but made a peace offering by scratching the feline behind the ears.

"Feeling educated, kiddo?" Yakko asked.

Actually, I was. Don't get me wrong, it would have been interesting to know how this Creator-Syndrome came about, and how the toons had managed to jump right off the paper; but if they didn't know, then there was nothing that could be done about it. And it wouldn't get me closer to finding my siblings. However, it was really interesting, no matter how awful, knowing how the toons had been locked away. This Plotz guy seemed like an inexperienced coward and as for that Kellner guy, he seemed pure evil. Was one of them my siblings kidnapper? Both had motives and Rita did say that it was the CEO who had 'flipped'.

"What happened after I let them out?" I asked, eager to press on and get as much info as possible before we arrived.

Rita shook herself out of her purring daze in Dot's arms and hardened her eyes into focus, "Everything living toon related was sealed shut again. Everyone out for themselves at the end of the day…"

"That's not true." Wakko insisted, "We went back to find out but you'd gone!"

"That's because we were all put under supervision while the fuzz went searching for you." She shot back.

"We thought you all had gotten out too." Dot tilted her head in thought, "Our map nearly fell apart, we used it so much looking for everybody."

Without warning, I turned to the side of the road and braked harshly on the curb. The dusty and isolated road was deadly quiet, but it was nothing compared to the look of irritated disbelief I was shooting at them.

"The map? Here I am driving into the night while they're out there terrified and alone and we could have been there in seconds!" I snapped over Runt's snoring.

They exchanged a look, "Oops…"

"And this ladies and gents is referred to as a plot-hole!" Yakko face-palmed, dragging his hand down his face.

"Well come on, use it now!" I urged, "We've got to get to them now!"

Yakko placed a hand on my shoulder, "Calm it down, kiddo, we'll use it in the morning after some shut eye."

How could he be so calm at a time like this? "I am not just going to sleep when I could be doing something!"

"Then you'd better practice your sleep-walking skills." Dot pointed out, "You're no good without your beauty sleep."

"In that case I'll just carry on drivi -"

And my keys were gone. Yakko gave me a 'I didn't want to do this' kind of look and tossed the keys to his brother, who to my horror, swallowed them whole. Great, now we were stuck. Now I could get out and start walking, but in the darkness I wouldn't be able to see where I was going. I didn't care about what might be out there, my siblings were worth the danger, but direction was necessary. It seemed that I had no choice but to do what they wanted. As usual… I huffed and ignored their caring but annoyingly smug faces and glared out of the window.

"Fine, but I'm not going to sleep until you finish explaining what's being happening at the studio." I argued, "What happened after these three got out?"

Rita adjusted herself and collected her thoughts, "Well after a few days, we were locked in our part of the lot again. I'll be honest, I don't know much myself, but I do know that Plotz called up his old friend Kellner…"

"I remember him!" Wakko nodded, "He was my favourite special friend!"

"Mine too." Dot sniggered.

"Yeah, no one took a whack like he did…" Yakko smirked at a memory.

Rita sniffed in annoyance at being interrupted, "Thing is, Kellner didn't want anything to do with it, said it wasn't his problem. Plotz got some newbie's involved to assist him, but that's the only details I know. Over the years, me and the group have found a way into the rest of the studio where we can pick up scraps of info on the down low. But Plotz has been quiet for a long time now, like four years long. And things are getting stricter. Sometimes one or two of us get taken out, and when they come back, they have no idea what happened to them."

"And now we enter sci-fi territory." Yakko arched his brow, "Steven would be proud."

Rita scowled, "Ya yutz, they're doing stuff to us! Toons aren't safe anymore! After you got loose the big shot's been closing the net! They want to know exactly what makes us tick and they're doing it by any means necessary!"

"They're experimenting on you?" I swallowed uneasily, "Just because I accidently let some of you out?"

"Don't try and make yourself a plot twist, girlie, this was just a long time coming." Rita sighed, "But naturally the studio's more interested in 'the ones that got away', always are. That's why this big mess has blown up. These people want answers and us toons are the key to finding them; I don't think you need reminding of how eager they are to get what they want."

No, I didn't, "But why take Flynn and Poppy? Why make me come to the studio? Why didn't they just come and take what they wanted from the start?"

"Hey!" Wakko looked offended.

"Thanks a lot!" Dot whined

"I didn't mean it like that!" I insisted, "If they took you instead of them then I'd be out here doing the same thing looking for you! But don't you think it's strange that they're going through all this first?"

They shrugged in mild agreement. It was true what I said, if the Warner's had been taken away, I would have come running after them. Just like I was doing for my own siblings. But there had to be a reason for the studio's beating around the bush and forcing me to head all the way out to them. I was nothing to them, and I would fight tooth and nail to make sure all five of my charges left safely. And now there were more toons involved too, just what was I getting into?

"Plotz has never been the most organised of people, he can't even work a phone." Yakko scoffed.

"True, but that is, if it is Plotz." Rita contemplated, "He's laying too low on the radar, and it seems like there's something else going on. Something that just ain't his style. But that's where our plan comes in."

The Warner's were in army gear again and saluting, "Ready for duty!"

"Knock it off!" she snapped, "I don't know details, I just had to bring you to the gang and we'd go from there." She yawned and said in her blunt way, "Any more questions before I hit the hay?"

I yawned myself. I was exhausted from the crying, the worry and the overflow of information that was still sinking in. But as for questions, sure there were still some that lingered, but not as many and that seemed like that's all I was getting for one night. And that was a lot considering. I'd found out how toons came to be, the reason for the locked tower and why the Warner's were in such demand. But I still wanted to know what the demand consisted of and what was happening to my siblings. I was curious as to what was happening to the toons and how many there were etc, but Rita had already hopped onto the floor of the car and curled against her snoozing canine companion. I would definitely be asking tomorrow though, I was not giving in so easy. My questions would be answered and I vowed that my siblings and the toons would be safe by tomorrow night.

My hand reached under the seats and reclined the two in the front so that they lay flat. I made myself as comfortable as I could on the drivers seat, Dot and Wakko curling up in the back and Yakko lounging on the passengers seat, feet propped up on the dashboard. It was so difficult to sleep, and not just because of the uncomfortable position. I should be home, tucking Poppy into bed or turning Flynn's light off where he'd fallen asleep reading again. Maybe I should be listening in to the Warner's telling a bedtime story to each other or singing to Poppy again. All of which I wanted more than anything, but life wasn't that kind. I wasn't sure if this Plotz person was the one behind all of this, and neither did they by the sound of it, so it wouldn't be fair to blame him. But I had an urge to blame someone other than myself. Whoever was in charge and causing this pain, I cursed them to hell. I hoped they felt disgusted with themselves. But most of all, I wished that my siblings were safe and warm; I wished they knew that I was coming for them and that they would be scared. I tried to let my exhaustion take over me, but all the new information was still settling in, not wanting to be forgotten. Tomorrow, I decided, tomorrow things would be put right.

I couldn't say that I woke up in the morning, because I could hardly call what I was going through sleep. All night, my eyes had been clenched shut, trying to suppress the images of my siblings alone and terrified along with thoughts of the Warner's strapped to some lab table and being put through all kinds if pain. It was all too much. But when I finally did give in and open my eyes, I found that the part of the seat that my head was resting on was damp from tears that were still spilling down my cheeks. I also felt my hand gripped around something solid. I blinked myself fully awake and guessed that I'd probably just grabbed the gearstick out of panic. However it turned out to be white and hand shaped, and a little cramped from my grip.

"I'll pass on the arm wrestling." Yakko commented.

I released him and rubbed the leftover tears from my eyes sheepishly. He examined his hand which was; what I assumed he was going for, comically dented into my handprint. He put his thumb into his mouth and made a face like he was blowing a balloon, slowly his hand inflated back to normal.

"Sorry. Rough sleep…" I muttered, not wanting to get into details, but by the look on his face, he seemed to understand.

"Tell me about it, my back's popped out more than Rowan Atkinsons's eyes in a Bean sketch!" he stretched uncomfortably.

I nodded in agreement, trying to shake a crick in my neck, "Shall we wake the rest up?"

"They beat you to it." Ho nodded outside where his siblings, along with Rita and Runt were already unfolding the map from Wakko's gag-bag, "I'd go out and join them, but something just kept holding me back." He flexed his fingers with a smirk.

"Why didn't you wake me? We could have been there by now!"

"Relax, kiddo, we've only been up for a few minutes! Besides we figured it would be best to get the map open first so we could make a clean getaway." He eyed me, "You've seen the size of that thing."

I nodded, remembering how it had taken up the entire living room, "Yeah it's pretty big." Oh god I heard it the minute I said it.

"Mwah! Goodnight everybody!"

I face-palmed, I walked right into that one. I gave him a disapproving look and started to get out of the car, "I'll laugh when we get Flynn and Poppy back home."

I slammed the car door shut and trudged over to the rest of the gang with him following close behind. Wakko and Dot were stretching out the map and were lining up our destination. I still couldn't believe that we hadn't used this thing earlier on. But so much had happened that it slipped my mind. But the main thing was now that we were going to get there soon. The studio wasn't expecting me until the evening, so that meant this would all be over with sooner rather than later. Who am I kidding? I had no idea what the hell was going to happen; but I just wanted this over with.

"Ready?" I asked.

"And waiting." Wakko nodded.

Without warning, he whipped the corner of the page upwards so that it completely coated us. There was that feeling of dizziness and as the page momentarily covered everything in sight. I could hear Rita groaning with the unfamiliarity of it while Runt whimpered slightly. The Warner's just waited it out, clearly used to it. Finally, my vision cleared and the map was swiftly snapped back into place. I gulped as I took in the surroundings.

The last time I was here, I was eight years old and had just met the most impossible people I'd ever met. This was where that guard took me away. Right here was where the downfall began. And this was hopefully where it was going to end. The Warner Brothers Studios…

A/N:

Yep, lots of real life references made in this chapter. I had to look up a lot of stuff to make up a history for these guys, but hopefully it was worth it and you liked it. Thanks again for all your reviews and I love all your suggestions and comments, they're great motivation XD

Next chapter brings along more characters from the show and possibly the reveal of the employer! Until next time XD