Really long wait this time. Sorry about that. College and what not was in the way. But I always finish something I've said I'm committed to finishing so let's keep going my friends!

Chapter 14: Destruction and Discord

"It's hard for me to talk about this when I'm feeling so unwelcome in your home." Beans wasn't letting up. His crazed smile and dilated pupils were giving Skippy the creeps. Slappy saw it for what it was. He was just insane now. That didn't mean that this was a cause to stop.

"Anything you say will do. I just have to match it up with what Brain found and we're in the clear. Isn't it strange how taking the clean water out of the tower has it turn dirty when left out in the open but somehow the water already in it remains just as pure as the day it was pumped in after it was built?" Slappy choked Beans a bit tighter and made him gag a bit before loosening him so he could speak.

"Guh… p-probably… like I said, it IS pretty special…" Beans grumbled.

"Don't sell yourself short. You know more than you're letting on. Please. Explain to me just how special? Anything about Yakko's illness? What about the reason why his two siblings aren't affected?" Slappy pressed on.

"Yeah! And how about how cold it is around there now? The temperature around that tower is inhumanly cold for like, no reason!" Skippy chimed in. He had been there recently. He knew all this wasn't right. What could it be? He was feeling anxious just like Slappy. This guy obviously knew all of it and he just wasn't telling.

Beans looked back and forth between the both of them and laughed.

"So you guys want a history lesson or something? Maybe a sit-in discussion on the finer parts of Water Tower architecture would suffice? It's kind of a cool feature being able to have a tower that doesn't age-GEAAAAAH!"

The shout was from Beans being re-slammed into the wall. This time she made sure to press him as hard toward it as possible. He was outright insulting their intelligence now and there was no way she would stand for it.

"I know you think this is funny but I don't. Trust me, I basically wrote the book on comedy. All you're doing is taking swings and missing. No wonder you didn't last long. You're not good enough for one cartoon let alone five." Slappy gripped him harder and removed him from the wall, revealing several cracks that had come about from her applied force.

"Why does it matter? I don't see any reason why I should have to say anything. My life holds no value to me anymore. I mean come on! Seriously? I'm not about to-GYAAAAAH!"

And that scream came from Slappy dropping an anvil on his foot. The helpless cat was stuck.

"You stay there. I have a feeling you're not alone. Skippy, keep an eye on him. I'm going to need to contact Brain and Plotz as well. We'll get this sorted out." Slappy grinned.

"You're seriously gonna leave me like this? Have a little restraint woman!" Beans lost his temper, pulling at his foot but being unable to remove it. It didn't help that Skippy was using it as a seat, chuckling as he did so. Being laughed at by this child couldn't do anything but instill a relishing blow to his pride despite him relinquishing all rights to care whether he lived or died. Slappy could see that. She saw what made a lot of toons tick and it didn't take much to get under their skin.

It also didn't take much to exploit it so that it could be funny too. The cat kept trying to stretch away and ended up snapping back into the anvil like a rubber-band. With a slight chuckle and a flex of her arm, Slappy slammed the door and left the two of them with her temporary parting words of wisdom.

"Now THAT'S comedy!"

And scene…

"Staring at it is making me sick. It's time I left." Buster grumbled, fiddling with his Walkie-Talkie. He hadn't gotten any sort of distress call from Beans, which must mean he was in a secure location. The plan was simple. Get into the lot and do the tasks they needed to do. With both of them in, one would have to remain on the inside and overlook the dangerous Water Tower. The boss granted that honor to whoever could get out first. It didn't matter much though. Soon this place was going to full of outsiders…

As he stepped across the lot, he looked down at his feet and pondered just how far his life had come in such a short time. It's so strange that it changed this much this early. Why would this despair take up so much of his time? What could have coaxed his life so that it ended up this way? Did he deserve it? Did he do something wrong?

He stopped and slapped himself across the face. There he was thinking about the past. The whole point of joining this guy was to relinquish all possibility of caring about the past, present, and future. That was their goal. That was all that lied ahead for everyone; more of this but with a more instant and physically devastating turn.

If the population was lucky, they'd welcome their fate so that they could be spared precious time wasted wondering why all this had to happen. Wondering why was pointless. Dwelling in "what ifs" was just pathetic. No bigger a wake-up call than witnessing what happened to Babs and hearing his boss's story was needed to convince Buster of that now.

By now he had reached the gate but he was quick to hide behind a bush for some much needed cover. Plotz was standing beside Ralph, desperately pushing at his hulking form as it slumped against the gate. He could make out a gash in the guard's leg and a knot on his head. Beans must have been rather resourceful with how he went about trying to get in. Well, "resourceful" as in quick and violent of course.

"I said WAKE UP! Come on, I can't have any more casualties around here! Please, get up!" Plotz actually felt himself shiver with fear. It wasn't something that needed to be provoked anymore at this point. How was it that there was a possible worse dilemma to live through than dealing with the Warner's nonsense? If he could go back to the past he'd smack himself for being so hard on their playfulness. A trade off was what he wanted now. That for this!

He was actually about to call for security when he let out an exasperating wail after realizing that Ralph was the security. The only one left on the lot and he had to be stationed by the gate at all times. This was insane!

He hated the idea of someone seeing him do this but he needed Ralph to wake up. He kicked the fat guard at the side of his head. His eyes actually fluttered open! He was ever so thankful for the immediate reaction.

"Ralph." Plotz bent down, grabbed the dizzy man's collar and hoisted his head up so that they could meet face to face. "What happened here? Who do this to you? Is the wound serious? I can't really tell since I'm not a doctor but you seem flabby enough-"

"Someones broke in!" Ralph choked out when his vision cleared and he was certain it was his boss who was sweating up a storm in front of him.

Plotz grimaced and pulled at the strands of hair at the side of the head. Looking at Ralph, that should've been obvious. It still stung hearing it though. What was he going to do about this? Did anyone else come through while Ralph was out? What more could they do here? Should he go with the guy and search for the intruder or keep watch for more?

"We need more assistance. We need to… figure something out… this… " Plotz' face turned red. He stamped his foot hard into the dirt. Words couldn't express how pissed off he was now. Look at this place! It was all but run down! His employees and associates were being treated like crap and he was being made a fool of! Enough was enough!

"Ralph. Stand up. We're getting you to Hello Nurse. Get yourself a scooter or a Segway or something after she patches you up and tell everyone on this lot to arm themselves with… something! Anything! I don't care anymore. I'll go to war over this place before I allow people to continue doing whatever they want to me and my legacy!" Plotz held onto Ralph's arm and helped him move along the ground toward the medical tent where Ms. Nurse was. The hospital nearby the lot was out of question obviously.

Buster watched them go along and scoffed. Just another studio head reacting to his precious business being destroyed was what he was. He had no idea how inconsequential all this was. Of course he didn't.

When they were gone, Buster rushed ahead and climbed over the fence. When he landed on the other side he patted down the front of his shirt to wipe the dirt off. For some reason he felt a huge weight off his chest. Just being in that place made him feel like vomiting.

"Alright… I'd better hurry up and get back to my jackass in crime so we can go to phase 2…" Buster grumbled and ran off. He felt himself jolt and stop for a second before looking back at the WB logo on the fence. Wakko's stupid smiling face flashed before his eyes for a second there. He sighed. The old him was lingering a bit. He probably wouldn't have realized it had he not poured his heart out to Wakko in that bar.

This was the end of it though. With a huff and grunt of determination, he charged ahead.

Bubbles?

Is that what those were?

That's certainly what they sounded like.

Bubbles floating and… well, bubbling, outside his room. … Outside his room? No wait… How…?

The Water Tower wasn't in the ocean. Did it submerge? Why? Maybe it would help if he could see. Everything was black. How could he get the light back? His head was hurting so bad. It was hard to think. Maybe if he just… opened his eyes? Would that work? Y-Yeah… that sounded right.

Exertion of strength and muscle power focused in the eyelids helped crack them open. It was harder than he thought it would be to build all that up and open them. When he finally succeeded in doing so he recognized his surroundings as… unfamiliar.

It was still really dark… there was a little light peeking through the holes of the wooden blockades around himself. He pressed his cheek against it. He moaned a bit in pain, and noticed how wet his cheek got from touching the side of it.

In fact, now that he was starting to recognize how things were feeling, he realized that his entire lower half was wet. It felt submerged even. Is that where the bubbles were coming from?

He refocused his eyeballs ahead of himself. He could tell that wherever he was it was cramped… and he could make out someone else too…

When he saw who it was, he jerked ever more slightly awake in fear. It was Dot. His little sister, Dot was here. She was asleep too… although, he could make out a slight knot on her head too. Wakko grew curious and touched the top of his head. Wincing immediately, he remembered spontaneously that he had been hit over the head by a blunt object. From behind… by…

The only person in the room with him at the time was Buster. Wakko's vision got clearer. He was having epiphany after epiphany and it was greatly helping him to rekindle his memory and become more aware of his surroundings. And the verdict was that he and Dot were in really great danger!

Wakko shot forward and wrapped his arm around her to pull her close to him. He started to pant and sweat in a small panic. He realized what this was now. The wooden sides, the bubbles, the water, the fact that they had both been asleep through this, and how he now knew about Buster's affiliates all connected together and made this make sense. It was a horrible truth but he couldn't ignore it less he end up dead.

They were both trapped inside a wooden crate with small holes drilled through it and tossed into a body of water. It was probably the large lake near the forest area beside the hospital. He got it now. It made Wakko want to cry just thinking about it. Wakko shut his eyes tightly and forced himself to keep from doing so though. Now really wasn't the time. Looking around, the brunt of the situation suddenly hit him full force and his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest.

Holding on to Dot he used his free arm to pound at the side of the crate. His fist hurt instantaneously and he promptly realized that he wasn't going to break out with one fist alone. He reluctantly let Dot go, allowing her to float next time him. That feeling of letting her go was terrible too. He knew she was right there but this situation was making him think that if he didn't keep a good grip on her, she'd just die anyway.

Focus! He needed to focus and get out of this!

Wakko rammed his fists hard into the side of the crate. It broke slightly but not enough to allow water to seep in. He applied more force for his next attack and both fists broke through this time, effectively gaining him some wood uncomfortably shanked into his gloved hands. He didn't care about how he was bleeding or anything inconsequential like that. It didn't even cross his mind. The water poured into the crate faster now, filling it up much quicker than before.

Wakko didn't stop though. This just meant he needed to be quicker. He ripped into the wood and burst through the crate, tearing it apart from the sides with his abnormal cartoon strength and taking the brunt of the water torrent that slammed into his body when he made a big enough hole into it.

He made sure to turn around and re-wrap his arms around Dot and hold her close to him as the water rushed into the crate, filling it up. He pushed through the hole, getting some small scrapes on his body as the wood cut into him, however, he made sure to hold Dot close to him so that she would remain unharmed.

With a quick pitch upward, he rocketed toward the surface as quickly as he could. He wasn't too confident about his swimming skill when it came to deep bodies of water really but with him holding Dot and bleeding out like this he needed to make this work correctly.

And with the light of the surface eminent above him, his confidence grew. With a quick burst of energy he managed to emerge through the water and made it out into the open daylight.

He took in a huge gulp of air. One for the lack of air he had swimming to the surface under all that pressure and another just for how scared he was that if he didn't, he'd die right then and there. With several sputtering coughs and failed attempts at getting his heart beat under control, he swam to the edge of the lake and hoisted Dot up and over, onto the grass. He coughed a little more as he overlooked her body. She was unconscious. Not sleeping but unconscious.

Wakko didn't know what happened but supposedly Buster must've tried to get her into that crate and she woke up from her earlier nap. Then he must have struck her over the head to knock her out. It would explain the bump on her head. Wakko sighed. He was glad it wasn't all too noticeable. That supposedly meant it wasn't too serious.

He got out of the water and felt his head again. His hat was shifted a bit to the side and drenched too. He was glad Buster had the decency to let him die with it on.

He bent down and shook Dot's body. He heard her cough and grunt before her head nodded to the side. Wakko felt his heartbeat finally start to return to normal. These reliefs to his shaken system were very much needed and he was eternally grateful that he had reacted to this as quickly as he did.

Though, if he hadn't gotten lucky and woken up at the exact moment he did…

There they were. The tears were starting to come back again. He forced himself to keep from crying. He didn't want to keep doing that. Old friends were trying to kill him… his own brother was touted as a murderer and arrested…

He needed to do something about this.

Wakko hoisted Dot over his shoulder and coughed a bit more, struggling away from the lake. He was right about its location. He wasn't too far from the main part of the studio. He could get help. Good.

He needed a lot of help.

"You're awfully quiet now. Give up?" Skippy grinned at Beans, still sitting on the anvil. The cat was grumbling with his head in the palm of his hands, splayed out on the floor.

"In the end I probably overreacted to this. It won't be too long now." Beans murmured with assured confidence. Skippy gave him a well justified confused look.

"It won't be too long until what? Why do you bad guys always gotta be so vague." Skippy whined and flicked Beans' nose. The cat growled and bit at him but the squirrel pulled away at the last second, chuckling.

"Trust me. You're gonna wish the rest of us really were vague when this blows over brat."

"Oh jeez. What's happening now?" Bobby grumbled as he flew to the fence and saw a ton of military looking jeeps line up. There was no one in here. Why would the military see fit to come around this barren wasteland?

Squit flew overhead and saw plenty more where these came from, rushing straight ahead and toward the gate. Pesto blinked and stared in confusion, not sure what to make of it or even where to perch for this.

He finally did land next to Bobby when he could have sworn he overheard some talking from the oddly dressed people that walked out. They weren't in military garb for some reason. They were wearing their own clothes, most of it dark and a lot of them looked rather dirty. It was like some of them had been rolling in dirt for the past few years.

"Hey yo, Bobby. I may be goin' crazy but I know I heard one of them ask if the "sneaking part" was all done. What does that mean?" He asked leaning his head close to his boss.

"Now how do you expect me to know that feather-head? These goons just appeared out of nowhere when we were passing by and-" Bobby started to reiterate the situation when Squit shouted down from above.

"Guys! Fly away from the fence! JEEP!" Squit's voice sounded panicked. The two remaining birds looked ahead; their eyes all but shot out of their heads when they saw the speeding head lights of several jeeps flooring it right toward the gate. The two birds flew straight up as the vehicles crashed into the fence, effectively ripping it apart from it's hinges and allowing several of them to storm the inside of the studio!

"Now what kind of stupid game of tag is this?" Pesto cried out in anger. "You coulda killed me ya jerks!"

"Don't agitate them. They definitely ain't normal." Bobby scolded, pressing a wing to Pesto's beak. The three birds grew ever more convinced of that, seeing more of the jeeps flood in and riding around the nearly empty studio, ramming into whatever was in their way and crashing through several garages.

"Quick, we gotta alert someone. Anyone." Squit chimed in before they all sprung to life and acted upon a desire to escape.

"Do we gotta? I mean really?" Pesto grumbled. He felt agitated. Why were they going to continue to stay wrapped up in something that was by now obviously much bigger than any of them could've hoped to comprehend? For a pay check?

"No. I agree. I get this feeling that if we just escape, we'll still end up getting the short end of the stick by the time this is all over." That was Bobby's call to arms. He flew right down to the nearest building with his friends flying at his side to warn the masses of what was going down, despite it being entirely possible that they'd find out anyway considering what was happening to the lot.

Slappy had so many gadgets to choose from. It was starting to bother Brain just how intrusive she was being for seemingly no reason.

"You do know that we have labels on them. The description for what they all can do is right underneath the cubby they're placed in." This was Brain running on the assumption that Slappy was just looking at the items and not realizing what it is they could do.

"Yeah I got that. Got anything here that can track people? Maybe some sort of lie detector thing-a-ma-bob? How about a deadly missile launcher? " Slappy grinned her mischevious grin.

"I made a cannon that shoots cashews." Pinky raised his hands. "It worked real well against this one guy who was slightly allergic to nuts when I aimed at his nose."

Brain rolled his eyes. "What exactly do you need to recruit us again for? Hasn't this all been sorted out just yet?"

"What? You mean you know the deal behind the Water Tower now?" Slappy hoisted up a strange rifle that seemed to have a weird blue colored energy running through its seams.

Brain scratched the area behind his ears. He was feeling a little high-strung. "No, I mean… Haven't we gone too deep into this as it is? Prying anymore may-"

"Help us stop whatever's about to go down. You know the stuff that happened recently wasn't due to looking into this mystery. It happened because there's tons of idiots and jerks out there ready to believe in screwing things up. Yakko's in jail and now there's some freak spouting out stuff about a boss-man who knows the secret behind that tower. Are you sure you don't want to get this cleared up? If we don't, I can probably assure you that you may end up dead." Slappy leaned in close to the mice and saw the reaction on their faces.

"Well… I… perhaps, I'm just a bit on edge…" Brain grumbled, looking to the side, a bit ashamed.

"You should be. I am too." Slappy put the strap to the weapon over her shoulder before she heard the door burst open. The three of them turned and saw two figures slumped over at the side of the door.

"Wakko…? Dot?" Slappy named the two of them off, shocked by their presence. Wakko was splintered and bleeding, slumping over while panting and extremely soaked. Dot was over his shoulders, weighing him down but just as wet. She had a few scratches on her as well. "What happened now? Can't catch a break can you?"

Wakko responded with a rough cough. He was about to topple over when the elderly squirrel rushed to his side and held him up on his feet.

"Easy there kid. What's this about?" Slappy spoke sternly. It was a tone she used to Skippy when she was being guardian-like and serious.

"… He… he tried to kill me…" Wakko choked out. It sounded like it hurt having to admit that to himself. However, he knew it was the truth.

"He who? Who is-" Slappy didn't have time to finish before a jeep rammed into the side of the lab, blowing open a hole in the wall that sent several devices and chemicals slamming into the ground. The table Pinky and the Brain were standing on toppled over and the two of them rolled to the floor.

"What in the heck just-" Brain began to complain when Slappy suddenly scooped the two mice up and pulled Wakko away from the doorway. Another jeep rammed into the small opening of the doorway, almost tearing down the wall to the entrance with it. The squirrel stumbled a bit, the other four accompaniment rolling to the side as she barely managed to get out of the way.

"Found some!" Came a voice from the clear window of the newest vehicle.

"Alright than, kill em. The place needs to be completely empty now!" Another, more raspy voice hit Slappy's ears as she watched the scene play out before them. The jeeps that were penetrating the building looked like they belonged to the military. However, they looked like they had been enhanced somehow. Driving a jeep through a laboratory with as thick a composition of walls as this was no easy feat. So to do so without getting a scratch on the thing was tremendously distracting.

It didn't distract for long though. The windows to the jeep were blown out when a round of gunfire was hailed toward them. Slappy let out a growl of frustration, having to kick Wakko in the butt to send him skidding away from the onslaught so that they, as a cluster of people, weren't such an easy target.

Wakko flopped to the floor. He was no longer carrying Dot. She had been picked up by Slappy and was cradled under her arms in the confusion.

"Yo kid! I know you're able enough to get walking! SO GET WALKING!" Slappy shouted and it rang in Wakko's ears. He struggled to his feet and jumped out of the way of another blast that almost blew his feet off!

He rolled into a metal crate and whined as his already injured head bashed against it. His body had just recovered from a hospitalization. He had no desire to go back so early. Looking ahead at the people now exiting the jeep, he started to realize the situation here.

They were being shot at by these average sized toons carrying strange looking weapons. Wakko eyed the hole in the floor that the weapon had managed to strike. The floor bubbled slightly. Seems like whatever those bullets were made of were enhanced as well. Who were these people? And where'd they get such dangerous toys?

"Alright, gotcha now kid!" One of the toons cocked the double barrel gun in his hand and aimed it at Wakko just as he managed to regain his bearings again.

Slappy scoffed and took the rifle off her back and pointed it at the two of them.

"Hey! Do you know how to use that thing?" Brain shouted, clinging onto Slappy's hat.

"An old lady with a Rambo weapon! I've seen it all Brain!" Pinky laughed, hanging onto the flower in Slappy's hat.

"No I don't know how to use it, but I'm guessing whatever trigger is here makes the projectile stuff come out right?" Slappy kept the weapon charted up at the two toons, who had their attention solely focused on the crazy old woman at their side.

"Well hey Ms. Squirrel. I'm afraid you don't have any real idea who you're dealing with." One of them spoke up with a sly grin on his face. His floppy ears made him look like some sort of dog toon. That didn't say much considering what exactly the Warners were was still a mystery.

"Oh really? Do tell? Do you still bleed when you get drilled full of holes? Or does mustard come out instead." Slappy stared straight at them, watching out for any sudden movements. They didn't make any. One of them already had his gun pointed at Wakko though, so that didn't mean much. The kid was already in danger.

"We're a group of people who act accordingly to the mission given onto them. At any cost." The second toon spoke up. He had cat ears and just as nasty a grin on his face. "Our lives mean absolutely nothing to us. Not anymore."

"That sounds rather contradictory. Why haven't you killed yourselves yet? Never crossed your pea-brains to give that a shot?" Slappy retorted.

They all but ignored the comment. "In order to be a part of our group, you need to consider your life worthless compared to the grand scheme of things. It doesn't make sense now, but should you know the whole truth, things become a lot clearer."

"I'd much rather you just explain yourselves and keel over afterwards!" Slappy shouted back.

"Whatever. Take him out." The goon standing next to his partner with the rifle pointed at Wakko ordered. He went to do so without hesitation.

"Hey! I said-" Slappy stopped when realization hit. Of course he wasn't going to stop. That's what he meant about their lives not mattering! Shoot!

With a quick change of pace, she aimed her weapon at the jeep instead and fired into it. A blast of blue sparking energy shot out and screeched across the air, striking the vehicle and making it explode right beside the two goons. Their bodies weren't immune to taking a blast like that from behind and they rocketed across the room with the smoking jeep collapsing as they hit the wall and slid down it, unconscious.

Wakko fidgeted. He let a puff of air escape as he rushed over to Slappy. "Y-You had them in your sights with that thing and neither of them looked worried? Did they have a plan for if you fired at one of them?"

Slappy shook her head. "No. They didn't. Whatever these people came here to do, that objective is all they care about. Seems like threatening their well-being isn't going to have any effect. They don't care if they die. And he says you need to think that way in order to be a part of the group, which means, none of them can be threatened." Slappy grumbled. Oh well. She was a fan of brute force more than negotiation.

"The Spark-Ray worked! I thought it was broken." Pinky grinned.

"It was. The last setting on it is anyway." Brain sighed. He perked up when the first jeep that rammed into the side of the building started to back out. "Seems we don't have time for dilly dally."

"Grab something to protect yourself and follow me." Slappy ordered. Wakko grimaced at the idea of carrying a weapon like that. He needed to make it out of this alive though. Whatever was happening, he didn't like the idea of facing off against a torrent of people who didn't care whether or not they lived or died. For what purpose would any of this serve if that was true? What goal does someone have to achieve with no longer caring about themselves? Much less, an entire foundation of people getting together with the explicit idea of pulling an operation like this off was mind-boggling.

Shaking his thoughts off, Wakko pulled out his gag bag and produced his large mallet. "I already got one!"

"Before we go, take the Spark-Enhancer with you." Brain ordered. Wakko blinked in confusion before the mouse jumped onto of his hat and pointed at a small circular magnet looking thing with the same blue energy sparking through it. Wakko had no idea why this would be essential but he grabbed it all the same.

"They're trying for two! Bumper-Cars with the wall is the name of the game I guess." Pinky chimed in, seeing the jeep rush right through the hole it made this time. They all took this opportunity to rush out of the other hole in the wall, narrowly avoiding being run over.

"I shouldn't have left Skippy in that garage by himself. I need to go back and get him. Do you think you can make it to Plotz' office and stay alive long enough for me to get there too?" Slappy turned to Wakko and asked as they ran.

Wakko panted and turned to her with an exasperated nod. He knew that she had to go and make sure Skippy was safe but if they all went than that'd be more time lost making sure the others on the lot were safe too.

"Good than I'll-" Slappy began before a previously silenced voice spoke up.

"Lighten your load first. I'll go with Wakko." Dot, who had been previously unconscious under her arm, was wide awake. The blasts and explosions might have contributed to that she figured.

Wakko couldn't help smiling at seeing his sister awake. "Oh Dot! You're up! Thank goodness!"

"Of course I'm up! I don't die! Not even if you kill me!" Dot sprang from under Slappy's arms and landed on her feet, wincing as she touched the ground. This was when she first took notice of the small scrapes on her body and how wet she was. There was also a throbbing pain on the tip of her head too. How very weird.

Slappy leered ahead and saw the fence of the Warner Brother's lot completely demolished. It looked like a new border was being set up though. Also, there were tons of jeeps all over the place. They sped by and rammed into everything, seemingly trying to flush out anyone they could.

"I doubt they'd be doing this if they didn't have some way to combat an actual military force coming in to try and stop them too. Wakko, do you know anything about this?" Slappy stopped when she saw a path in line with her way back to the garage she and Skippy were staying at.

Wakko turned back to her as he and Dot kept running; Pinky was sitting on Wakko's hat. Brain was perched on Slappy's.

"All I know is that one of my friends tried to kill me and that he was also friends with the guys that my brother owed money to. I don't know what's happening but we need to escape." Wakko all but shouted. Dot's face and his face tried hard not to show it, but it was still obvious that they were terrified. They needed out of this mess and fast!

Slappy ran straight forward. She was right at the area where she and Skippy had to call that run down area their temporary new home. Her eyes burned brightly with fervor as well as a tense kind of frustration.

They were on the cusp of getting somewhere with this investigation. They had to be. Now all of a sudden, JEEPS! Jeeps everywhere! Crashing into things, tearing support beams apart, ripping through metal, and scaring the hell out of her friends; they were intruding in on everything and making it all worse.

The more kept in the dark about the situation she was the angrier she got. So this Water Tower keeps whatever is inside it completely preserved? Somehow that had to do with Beans' boss and his mission. All of these people were a part of the same scheme. Why? You were only allowed in if you didn't care about your life? For what?! What in the world was going on!?

Her eyes widened when she saw the garage coming into view. The door was blown open, seemingly by some sort of weapon…

Slappy skidded to a stop and peered through the open hole. The angry expression on her face twisted into something intense and unreadable when she saw the scene that laid before her.

Skippy was splayed out on the ground, bleeding from the head with the anvil pinning his tail to the ground and a paper note taped to his chest, written in something crimson red.

'I disagree, Ms. Squirrel. THIS is comedy. '