Thanks for the reviews and the continued support all who continue to read. The times between updates have gotten a bit bigger but I still have my commitment to continue on ahead. The story has a few more situations to run through before we reach the climax! The characters are all out of their comfort zone times eleven now!

Chapter 15: Escape

"Sheesh. Wasn't this kid supposed to be like, super hyper or something?" Rita sat next to Runt and looked ahead at Mindy as she lazily slumped against the wall and rolled her little ball back and forth across the carpet. Buttons was looking down at her, at her side for certain, but not really feeling as though it was Mindy who he was staring at.

She was just so incredibly drained. The atmosphere of the events plaguing this lot reflected so negatively off of both her and her dog. Toddlers and animals seemed much more reactionary to the mood of the situation. You could just tell there was something wrong with the world the way they were reacting to their surroundings.

"What are the adult people talking about Rita?" Runt turned his head to the back room where the door was still flung wide open and Ralph was on a recliner three times smaller than he was. His injured area was being elevated and looked over by Hello Nurse. Plotz was told to leave the room several times but he wasn't having it. He wanted Ralph better and seemingly he wanted it done in an unrealistic spectacle amount of time. He spoke as though he was gearing up for war. She wouldn't put it past him to send Ralph to some laboratory and have him refitted into becoming some sort of terminator considering the mood he was in.

"Hurry up! I hear the drums of war pounding in my heart!" Plotz shouted. Hello Nurse was getting extremely frustrated. She could hear something alright and it was a lot more annoying and destructive than the drums of war.

Rita was hearing something too… though it was coming from the outside rather than the already loud inside. It sounded like a jeep. The engine of a jeep was closing in on them.

That was beyond odd. The lot was closed… and something was headed right for the… !

"LOOK OUT!" Rita shouted.

Buttons jolted at the sound of Rita's shout. That's when he heard the sound of the engines and the striking sense of danger. He snapped his jaw around the collar of Mindy's suspenders and darted out of the way. He was a split second away from being too late too as a truck sized hole was burst through the plaster of the wall when the reinforced jeep crashed into it.

"Whoa! Crazies Rita!" Runt shouted.

"Yeah. I can see that." Rita snarled and backed away.

"What the devil was that?!" Plotz screamed, scampering out the back room with Hello Nurse right on his tail. She was in the middle of finally bandaging Ralph up and then yet another loud disruption happens?

Loud disruption was a bit of an understatement. Considering there was a truck sized hole in the wall and all.

Two toons with wicked grins on their faces got out and pointed rifles at them all.

"None of you guys look all that special." One of them spoke and let his floppy rabbit ears droop to cover one of his eyes.

"Ah. It's Thaddeus Plotz. I can't wait till this ammo riddles him through!" The second toon, some sort of Lemur, grinned even brighter. The prospect of taking out their aggression on these studio owners was leaking through so easily despite all their oaths to abandon their feelings for the mission.

Plotz and the others were predictably stunned. Of course, survival instinct was taking over when they realized that their lives were in a tremendous amount of danger. Mindy began backing away with Buttons growling and keeping her behind him.

"I think the kid wants to die first." The rabbit spoke up, making Mindy jump a bit.

"Do it! It'll be funny!" The lemur slightly drooled. They were insane.

Before the shot could be fired at the kid and her dog, one of them let out a horrid scream and their shot was diverted to blast through the wall behind her. Seems he was bitten by a cat.

Rita's teeth were clamped on the guy's leg. The fact that the shot missed, made everyone spring to life. Ralph ignored his injured leg and grabbed his night stick. Before he could use it however, it was blasted from his hand, leaving it steaming and looking like a lava monster had just taken a bite out of it. What strange guns they had!

Plotz was shaking where he stood, but he was far too angry to realize how scared he was it seemed. He clenched his fists and began shouting at them.

"How dare you invade my studio! I'll have you know that Speilberg-!"

"He's dead as soon as we can find him too." The Rabbit kicked Rita at Plotz' stomach and made them both tumble back. He took aim and was about ready to blow a hole through them both when Runt tackled him from the side. The lemur managed to avoid being bowled over by diving toward the center of the room.

"Ha. You're not having much luck today it seems! I'll handle it!" The lemur set his rifle to rapid fire and was about to let it go off… but his head impacted the wooden floor and made it rather impossible for him to do so. A large bump formed on his head and the occupants of the room looked to the side, recognizing what happened as an attack from the actual entryway.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Wakko stood there with a mallet slung over his shoulder. Seems he had entered the room just after the lemur managed to roll to a stop. Not surprising they didn't notice considering how sudden and spastic this all was.

Plotz really didn't care who it was that saved them. He just wanted so many things at the same time that his emotions wouldn't allow what he felt to make any sense.

"What in blue blazes is going on here?! Are you behind this Warner!" Plotz pointed his stubby finger in Wakko's face.

"I-" Wakko was about to explain what he could when a stomp came up from behind, making them both jerk around in anxiousness.

"We don't have time for stupid accusations." Dot was in the doorway now, having been the one who scared them with her sudden presence.

"Indeed." Another voice came from the top of Wakko's hat. Plotz jolted and looked up to see a small white mouse sitting on top of his head. "We gotta go with fastness! Run away like little girls to the safest regions of … somewhere away from this place!" Pinky tried hard to find a way to relay what he needed to say correctly, which was a hell of a time to try.

Runt gripped his teeth around the downed rabbit's shirt and dragged him along.

"We're taking him with us." Rita asserted.

"Wah?" Plotz turned toward her. "I don't want-"

"It's a lot smarter to capture someone and interrogate them later than to just leave and not have any way of finding out what nonsense is befalling our precious studio." Rita immediately shot back.

Plotz was about to shuffle out a complaint but he stopped when he realized that it wasn't something he wanted to disagree with. Blast!

BOOM!

Everyone in the room almost fell over from a sudden explosion taking place outside. They were running amok and destroying everything. What was the deal?

"Duh… are they trying to flush us out?" Ralph asked, with a finger to his lip.

"They seem to be going from building to building with the intention of killing anyone they can find. There aren't many people here so the takeover should be relatively easy to finish." Rita spoke up.

"Both these guys are down. Let's take their jeep and just burst through the fence on out of here!" Dot scrambled past them and tried to start it up. "After we pick up Slappy and Skippy!"

"OH! Dr. Scratchnsniff!" Hello Nurse blurted out.

"GRAH! And where the hell is HE?!" Plotz stomped his foot. The place shook when yet another explosion went off. He almost fell over that time.

"It doesn't matter. We'll find him and get everyone to safety… no… I'll find him. You guys hotwire the jeep and go after Slappy. I know he's most likely in his office." Wakko slung his mallet up and set Pinky down next to Buttons.

"W-Wait?! By yourself?! You can't-" Dot began before Wakko rushed over and pulled her into a quick hug.

"Don't worry. I'm not about to let you lose another brother. I'll be back." He grinned and ran out of the building before she could offer up a second protest.

"You heard the lad. Back these jeep out of the wall!" Plotz pressed forward and got inside along with the others coming up.

Dot let out a shaky sigh and started the jeep up, furiously ramming her foot on the peddle in reverse. It shot out of the wall and rammed into one of the invading toons, sending him crashing through one of the garage walls.

"Did we hit someone?" Hello Nurse asked.

"If we did than back up and hit em again." Plotz offered.

"Ignore him. Keep going forward." Rita sat next to Dot and ordered. You didn't even need to tell her twice. She pressed on the gas and swerved around the garage buildings toward the one Slappy was temporarily calling her home.

"He should be fine. It doesn't look like he's been severely injured. This Beans fellow must've been in a hurry." Brain was about done examining Skippy. The stuff written in red was paint and not his blood. When, or if, she ever saw the guy again she wouldn't be able to promise that it won't be his blood spilled in actuality.

She was seething mad. She had to regain control over herself though. As of right now she was gathering together a few essentials. A medical kit and a lot of easily packable camping equiptment was easily stuffed into a tiny briefcase and carried back out to where Brain was looking Skippy over.

She hoisted the boy up and over her shoulder with one arm, grimacing a bit as she looked at his slightly flattened tail. The anvil steam pressed it well.

"That guy isn't going to have a happy ending, let me tell ya." Slappy grunted out, kicking the garage door open and instantly not taking another step forward.

The jeep that was speeding toward her at the time she opened the door would've smacked her if she did. So much careless driving in such an enclosed place was good for no one's health.

She was about ready to kick the thing over and strangle who ever was inside. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that Plotz' mouth was faster than her feet.

"Hurry up and get in!" He shouted, pointing to the back seat.

Slappy leered up at the jeep in front of her garage. It was one of the invading ones of course, but it housed all her former co-workers. Not the most pleasant of surprises in normal, everyday life terms but here it works.

"Alright. We better be off to bulldoze these losers." Slappy hoisted Brain up and lightly tossed him in before climbing into the back seat herself. She barely had time to settle herself before the jeep took off once again, almost jerking Skippy from her grasp. "Hey, hey! Watch it!" She scolded.

Dot looked ahead, extremely focused on going back around to get Wakko. Spending time away from him in a situation like this didn't sit well with her. She was going to close the gap in time from when she would meet up with him again and fast. She needed him around. She needed both of them around!

Slappy took notice of who was driving and recognized the Warner sister, being extremely frantic with her twists and turns of the vehicle. She was about to ask what her deal was when Hello Nurse surprised her by taking Skippy into her arms.

"Oh my! What happened to the poor child?" She asked, looking his unconscious body over. Removing a small patch of fur on Skippy's head revealed a light purple mark. Slappy's eyes widened a tad. She hadn't caught that. Brain had, but they left too quickly for her to be told about it once she came back with the supplies.

"… Hmm… he was ambushed. That's what happened." Slappy sat down with her arms crossed, not feeling well about giving the nurse an answer like that. It was terrible just thinking about the implications behind what had taken place.

"Enemies off the port bow." Ralph called out suddenly. They all looked behind them and saw several jeeps taking up their rear. They were dangerously close too.

"Pick up the passe'. We're being tailed!" Slappy shouted.

"This IS their machinery correct. Surely they have something on this thing to give them an unfair advantage in a situation like this." Brain jumped toward the front where Dot was driving.

"I'm already on that. Just stay calm!" Dot blurted out, grabbing everyone's attention. She looked over in the side view mirror and growled. The jeeps were close. But no one was going to keep her from her brothers any longer than they already had! Enough was enough! She was the Warner sister! She didn't just let stuff like this happen to her!

One of the jeeps rammed into the back of their jeep, just as another building to their left was demolished. Plotz would've been screaming his head off about it had his life not have been in danger.

Buttons clamped his teeth around Mindy's suspenders to keep her inside the jeep. She was way too close to the edge and the constant jolting of the vehicle wasn't helping matters.

The jeep behind them rammed into them again! This time it almost made them all jump. Hello Nurse, held Skippy close to her body. Dot grinded her teeth and clenched her palms around the steering wheel. She was still trying to think of a maneuver out of this and this bumper cars nonsense was throwing her concentration off!

It wasn't until one of the passengers of the jeep behind them took out a bazooka that her brain went on autopilot and told her to just do the first crazy thing that came to mind.

"Gotcha toon stars!" The crazy toon with the unnecessarily large weapon in hand fired at them at such a close range! It would no doubt blow their own jeep up as well. But again, these people were for the mission and only the mission. They cared not if they died.

The second the shot was fired, Dot jerked hard to the right. It was close enough a miss that she managed to not lose anyone to the explosion that happened once the weapon struck the ground. However, the jerking of the jeep almost sent both Mindy and Buttons flying over the edge. Runt managed to wrap his paws around Buttons' waist to toss him back in though. This thing was big enough to fit them all but the problem was this war zone they were at the center of. It sucked… to say the very damn least.

Dot was now going in the opposite direction because of the swerve she just made. The explosion from the bazooka actually pushed their jeep forward a bit while the other seemed to skid to a stop inside the ball of flame it made. She would've wondered if they were okay had it not immediately exploded afterward.

Ahead of her were two more jeeps. The fact that they were still in danger was at the corner of her mind. She was going the wrong way away from where she knew Wakko was headed because of that little stunt. She quickly rotated the wheel around and jerked it back into her previous direction. The action caused her passengers to clamp onto the seats hard to keep from losing control while the jeep that was closest to them was whacked by the back end of Dot's vehicle. It ended up skidding in front of the remaining enemy jeep and they both slammed into each other while Dot took off.

She let out a strained breath as she rounded the corner of another garage, effectively cutting off the enemies sight of them.

She was panting and sweating rather hard. Everyone else were pretty much doing the same.

"You need lessons it seems." Rita muttered, retracting her claws from the cushion.

Dot focused her attention straight ahead. She was on her way and nothing was stopping her.

"DOC! Doctor Scratchnsniff!" Wakko shouted and ran down the long hallway toward the doctor's office. He was in a slight panic as to be expected. There was no reason to feel any kind of hint of a sense of relief doing something like this. Wondering if he was too late or even if the doctor was there was just making his breaths come faster which in turn was wearing him out.

Wakko skidded to a stop at the door. He wanted to just go in, grab the doc, and get to safety. Actually, what he really wanted was a soda but that wasn't taking into account the situation so whatever.

"SCRATCHY!" Wakko shouted, kicking the door open.

Wakko looked all around and trotted inside. He started sweating a bit harder. He could hear jeeps coming up and he just knew this exact place was their destination. There was no doubt!

But where was Dr. Scratchnsniff?!

"Oh… is that you Wakko…?"

Wakko chimed up, instantly ecstatic to hear that wonderful accent ringing in his ears again.

"You're here!? Wh-where…?" Wakko turned around and saw the door screeching closed. He stuck out his tongue with a sheepish smile. Of course.

Scratchnsniff was flattened behind the opened door.

The middle Warner ran over and grabbed his arm, peeling him off the wall. The doctor shook himself until he was officially normal sized again.

"Ah. That's better." Scratchnsniff had missed accidental physical abuse from the Warners.

Wait, no he didn't.

"Come on Scratchy!" Wakko was still holding onto the doctor's hand, jumping up and down anxiously. "We gotta go! Urgently!"

Dr. Scratchnsniff sighed with fervor and a bit of tiredness hinted in his voice. What was this going to be about now? Was the Warner insanity returning?

Was Wakko trying to force himself to remain happy in his brother's absence?

"Okay, okay. We'll go. Where are we going?" The doctor let Wakko take him from the room and down the hall.

"Any place but this lot. We've gotta escape. Now!" Wakko sounded serious. What kind of game was this?

"Uh, listen Wakko, we're not allowed to-"

"Betcha anything we are now!"

BOOM!

CRASH!

Two horrid sounds that made both their hearts almost leap out of their chests went off like a ton of dynamite.

"What on Earth was-?!" Scratchnsniff was visibly shaken. It sounded like an actual invasion alright. Like a terrorist had just set off a bomb or something to that effect. But what was getting to him was how loud the rumbling was. The closer it was getting, the more jittery he and Wakko got.

Wakko already knew what it meant though, but when they turned the corner that didn't keep him from being surprised.

A long stretch of hallway was all that was keeping them from the exit. However, in their way was the unpleasant allure of yet another angry jeep.

This one only had one toon inside of it. He looked like a zebra with an eye-patch. These discarded toon designs seemed more lazier and half-baked the more he saw them. At least with Wakko you couldn't tell what exactly he was supposed to be.

If that's a good thing. He thought it was.

"Come along guys! The morgue is waiting!" The zebra said laying back with a smirk and revving the engine with a twisted sense of delight evident on his face.

Wakko wanted to slug that twisted grinning face of his inward. He couldn't though. They needed an escape.

"Now look here! This studio is closed and we will not allow you to trespa-" Scratchnsniff tried taking a step forward to express assertiveness but the crazy loon slammed on the gas and started to dart down the hallway, making the doctor jump and scurry back. "Perhaps we is to be finding a new exit?"

The jeep was so thick that it was literally scrapping the side walls away as it drove fast towards them.

Wakko stood his ground and kept a firm grip on his mallet. "No way. I'm not going out like a punk!"

"You misunderstand. I'm suggesting something that won't have us going out at all." The doctor tried in vain to appeal to that rare sensible side to Wakko… but being honest with himself would've told him that once his mind was made up, there was no turning back from going with his idea.

The jeep was a few inches away!

"WAKKO!" Scratchnsniff shouted with a crack in his stuttering voice.

"GOTCHA!" Wakko shouted and slammed the mallet onto the front end of the jeep! The zebra smirked as the jeep's front part was smeared into the ground and sent a jolt that split it right down the middle. It didn't do a thing to stop the momentum! The rest of it was still headed right for them.

That didn't matter though. There was an opening!

Wakko grabbed Scratchnsniff's arm and squeezed through the split down the jeep's center as it rocketed past them straight down the remainder of the hall. Wakko and Scratchnsniff shuffled out of danger by a hair and turned to watch the split in half jeep carry the rest of its momentum down the hall and observed the fireball that resulted from it crashing into the wall at the end of it.

"Wow. Military grade jeeps are no match for cartoon mallets. But I guess we already knew that." Wakko jeered, cockily.

Scratchnsniff just fixed his glasses and stared down the hall with a look of entranced disbelief.

"… So can you tell me please what's going on now?!" He almost screamed, making Wakko jump.

"Oh. Right. Well. Like I said. We're being invaded." Wakko knew he could put that into much better words… but he couldn't do it urgently and for the doctor's benefit it seemed.

As soon as Scratchnsniff raised his hand and was about to ask for a more clear explanation, a jolt that shook the building and made them both hang onto something took place.

"I know you're still alive so hurry out with Scratchy and let's GO!"

That was his little sister's voice. Of course! If it wasn't those goons than who else would crash a jeep at the side of their P-sychiatrist's office?

Dot sat in the front seat, staring intently at the front door.

They all watched it too…

… because there was a hole through it the size of a jeep.

Kinda unsettling…

"We exist!" Wakko produced himself and the good doctor at his side for all to see. The people in the jeep clapped and whistled (except for Plotz) and the two made their way down the ruined steps like celebrities.

"So Wakko tells me there's an invasion?" Scratchnsniff asked as he scooted inside. Another explosion followed by the unmistakable crash and demolishment of a building followed that statement.

"Erm… yeah, you could say that. Sounds more like a really fine-tuned renovation though." Rita joked.

Dot gave Wakko a quick hug as he sat next to her on the opposite side that Rita was. She stepped on the gas and didn't even bother heading back for the main gate. All those jeeps had demolished the surrounding fence without so much as putting a scratch on themselves.

She headed for the gate as well. It was for the sake of not having to run into anyone else trying to kill them.

"Hey! What are you! The exit's-" Plots stammered.

"-Being blocked by loonatics!" Dot shouted and burst through the fence! The pieces of wire and metal scattered all over and they all had to shut their eyes to keep from letting the shrapnel strike their sensitive orbs.

"It feels like we're forgetting someone." Hello Nurse spoke up, holding Skippy close to her. The others blinked and mentally scratched their heads. The people they had seemed like a lot…

"Three someones ya mook."

Dot almost did a prat fall when she heard that voice. Of course! She forgot they were even ON the lot considering they never talked to anybody.

Scratchnsniff looked up and saw the Goodfeather's perched on his head. Bobby was the one that spoke.

"Excuse me. Could you maybe latch your birdie claws onto the side of the metal car?" The doctor sounded instantly irritated. He had just been flung into this situation with barely any time to process the fact that they had been run off of the studio for goodness sake. The devastation hadn't had time to sink in yet and already he was being used for comedic foil.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Down boys." Bobby sighed and led his team off the Doc's head and onto the top of the seat rather than the easy to fall off of edge of the car. Seems like a no brainer to remain standing on something comfortable and more inside the vehicle.

Dot managed to get onto the main road now, swerving a bit to avoid other cars that didn't see her stolen jeep coming.

"Where did you three come from?" Brain asked, feeling a tad irritable himself, though for different reasons than Scratchnsniff had.

"We were on our way to inform you of the invading platoons but, seems you found out the hard way." Squit spoke up first.

"Yeah, you were all, yelling and screaming and running about and split up and then together again and then split up again! It was crazy!" Pesto grumbled.

"So we waited until you guys decided you had enough baggage to hitch a ride." Bobby concluded, not feeling all too proud about their actual contribution to helping out within this conflict. Which is to say, they watched everyone dart about in fear while they were safe, hovering in the skies.

"Well whatever. It's nothing new considering it's you." Slappy was looking at a map in the back pocket of the goon they tied up and took with them.

"I'm so glad you're all so talkative. I'm virtually speechless. My legacy is going up in smoke! I mean look at that!" Plotz grumbled and whined as he looked out the back seat. The smoke from the destruction behind them wasn't a huge plume but it was enough to signal the fall of his beloved lot. It wasn't HIS specifically… but it might as well have been.

"Speechless. Uh-huh." Rita groaned, plopping her head to the side of the door. "Please let this be an intervention I could learn to like…

It was so strange.

Out of nowhere, jeeps had just burst through the studio grounds and started wrecking everything in their path. Toons apart of a hidden group were all showing off how destructive and crazed they had become thanks to the studio downsizing and the destruction of lives that they had to face with their forced retirements…

That was a problem all to itself though.

The surrounding area was empty and full of dirt. The road they were on before stopping to set up camp was seemingly endless. They were all going down a one-way street without a cause…

Or so it looked like anyway. To the escapees of the Warner Brothers studio takeover, they mostly didn't have a clue what they were doing or how they would go about securing themselves anymore. Slappy had given them a direction and Dot followed it, because in the end, Ms. Squirrel wasn't one to take things lying down. And seeing as how they all now had a bone to pick with these guys, there was no way the end of this was going to fall in the favor of the monsters who did this to them.

The goon they had taken with them woke up a little while later. After some coaxing from Slappy and a bit of a bitter smack-down from Skippy of all people, the guy managed to cough up at least a more clear motivation behind taking the lot over.

That wasn't what she cared about though. She already knew it was for the sake of securing that Water Tower. What she needed to know were what the symbols on the makeshift map she had meant.

"Brain said something earlier about the hideout for these goons being some place underground I think." Slappy talked to herself as she overlooked the crumpled up piece of paper. It was indeed as makeshift as a map could get with marking all over it and red pen highlighting where one small area was with regards to another in the laziest way possible.

Whatever though. This thing led to their hideout. She was certain of that and there wasn't a single chance that she'd let this slip through her fingers. Slappy sat basically alone, on top of the goon's back as her own makeshift seat, trying to figure this out.

The rest of the people around the camp in the middle of nowhere tried to make the best of the fact that there was nothing but dirt around on all sides and that the dead of night was pretty much upon them. The provisions that the jeep had been stalked with were few but plenty enough to supply them with something.

Hello Nurse had finished fixing up Skippy shortly after they stopped the jeep here. Currently, she was sitting with Ralph and trying to make sure his leg was alright.

"Alright. Now make sure it doesn't get too much action alright." She warned him.

"How do I security guards the place if I don't give me feets action though?" Ralph shrugged.

"… Well, for one thing we're not at the studio anymore. I think we can pretty much assume that you're relieved from duty for now." She explained.

"Oh… well den I best gets home to my wife and kid…" Ralph looked down the long stretch of road. "… Which way is home?"

Hello Nurse sighed.

Plotz felt like a homeless person. He had set up a tent and was lurking all around it and inspecting. He was trying to make sure it was completely devolved of anything that would ruin its appeal. Of course, since it was just a small tent, hastily set up in the dirt, it wasn't going to be devoid of things he found unappealing. Like the fact that it didn't come with a heater.

"Confoundit thing! Blasted tent won't stop drooping 12 degrees to the left! What a useless sack of crap!" He clenched his fists tightly as he stared at it venomously. What was he doing here?! Hello?! CEO of the Warner Brothers Studio?! Ring a bell!? Why was he out here setting up a stupid camping tent? ANYONE?!

Mindy was managing fine. Before this all happened, they had made their way over with their own camping materials of course. They had to do it by themselves on the way over so now wasn't much different aside from a chance of scenery. She and Buttons snuggled together under the tent and tried to force themselves to get some well-deserved rest. It did neither of them any good to be so stressed out considering how innocent their roles were.

The Goodfeathers were fiddling with the radio that the jeep came with. Rita was playing a guessing game with a bored Runt while they kept crackling the stations on that thing and making her lose her train of thought. She was thinking about eating them up honestly. And what was with those accents?

"This station seems to be coming in." Squit spoke up when a clearer sound was echoing through the small radio on the ground.

"Amazing. There's actually a signal coming in from this neck of the… neck of the dirt." Bobby changed his saying with one quick look of their surroundings. If they weren't already here, he'd say it'd be impossible for a place to be this baron and empty. Not a single car had passed by for 3 hours.

Finally, on a small log, Wakko sat staring at the ground with his head in his hands. Skippy was sitting on the dirt next to a fire that they managed to get going from a light a few pieces of wood stashed in the back of the jeep. It looked like construction pieces of timber but whatever. It was fire fodder now.

"Hmm… alright." Brain walked up to Wakko with Pinky by his side. He was holding a really tiny scroll of paper. "According to this the enhancer that I told you to pick up before we left the lab should have enough power to sustain the jeep as we make our way along this long… empty… scary looking road to… wherever it is Ms. Squirrel says we're going."

"That's nice…" Wakko let out a sigh. Across from him, on the dirt was wear Dot sat. She was mixing some of the food that had been in the trunk of the jeep with a small cracked bowl and the stub of a piece of wood. Hopefully this would be a nice enough gesture for her troubled big brother.

She didn't know what this mush she was making was but Wakko pretty much ate anything so whatever. Maybe it would taste like a masterpiece to him. She really didn't know.

One thing was clear though. Wakko was depressed. He was depressed. And he shouldn't be depressed because he's Wakko.

She looked up and stopped mixing when she heard him let out a small chuckle before going quiet again.

"It's kinda ironic… didn't he try his best to keep this from being our fate? One look around and I can already tell I'd hate to be totally homeless…" Wakko muttered the statement out with a clear sense of distain behind his voice. That was simply terrible.

"We're going to settle this Wakko." Dot spoke across to him. The two mice and the kid squirrel silenced themselves. Pinky was about to start dribbling his lip but sensed the tension and decided to lay off.

"I can't believe these freaks live so far away. I don't know what I'll do when I see them… when I see Buster…" Wakko grumbled. He lifted his head and he started to clench his fists. His fingers almost cut through his gloves, he was so angry. He didn't want to totally lose it and start threatening to kill anyone though. That wasn't going to help a damn thing…

Positivity. His older brother… Yakko, knew all about that. He knew how to handle situations. Just don't lose yourself and force your way through the conflict. Whoever those people were, whatever they're after, how they were able to invade the lot, and what they needed to do in order to get it back would be revealed in due time.

"Hey uh… Warner kid… you might wanna listen to this…" Bobby spoke up and ushered himself on over to the group with Squit and Pesto dragging the radio along.

"What is it?" Wakko asked looking down at the device, feigning interest.

'- ank you for the explanation. We know everyone humbly appreciates your honesty Detective Shorenay.'

Wakko felt his heart ache just hearing that guy's name. He wanted to punch someone in the face now. Still, what was that jerk doing on the radio?

'Yes. It's been confirmed already. No worries. As he's already attacked a few of his fellow inmates I see no reason to continuously treat him like a child either. It's a good thing my suggestion carried through.'

Alright, now what was this suggestion he had? Who was he talking about? The Goodfeathers knew. The radio had already brought up the name…

…But not the penalty.

'This will be swept under the rug in due time. The world will be given exactly 6 days to recount their memories with the Warner children of old before the penalty passes.'

He was talking about them. No wait. Penalty? Was it… about his brother?

'And on the sixth day they'll let it come to pass. No shortcuts because he's a child. The law is already too lenient on toons as it is.'

What was this lunatic trying to-

'That'll be the day Yakko Warner is officially put to death. Good day everyone.'

The bowl Dot was mixing hit the dirt.

Not a sound was heard after though.