Wakko didn't bother knocking the door as he burst through the administration's building and darted to Plotz's room. He came in so fast that the man leaned back in his chair, expecting the little guy to crash into him.

Wakko didn't show much restraint as he lunged at Plotz. If Plotz didn't know him, he would think Wakko was trying to attack him. He grunted as he felt the pressure of the cat...dog...thing gripping onto him. He was almost impressed with how strong he was.

"What has gotten you all worked up, Wakko?" Plotz asked him. The tone in his voice suggested he was annoyed, which wasn't surprising. He always hated unexpected visitors. "I'm really busy right now. I just got off the phone with the police and they still haven't found any solid evidence!"

Wakko said, "Plotz, I..."

Plotz, with Wakko still pretty much attached to him, struck the paperwork on his desk down. Papers flew everywhere. "Lousy, incompetant...!"

A second later, Slappy and Skippy came walking in.

"Plotz, sir, Wakko has something to tell yas." Slappy said as she pointed at the little black furball clinging to the short man's body. "I think youse wanna hear it."

Plotz became fully aware of Wakko hanging onto him. He felt a little sheepish. He had gotten so worked up that he forgot the boy was hanging onto him, calling out his name to get his attention. He gripped the boy under his arms and set him onto the ground.

He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Sorry..what were you saying, Wakko?"

"I think I know where Yakko and Dot are!"

Plotz smiled. "That's great...wait...what happened...?"

Wakko realized he may have just made a mistake. Plotz didn't know Yakko or Dot were taken. He remembered the man's words about avoiding the search. He could try to twist his words, but Plotz might not be so easily fooled about stuff like this.

Wakko fumbled with his hat in his hands. "Yeah..you see, earlier today we...kinda were looking for the place Yakko was taken to...and..."

"And as a result, Yakko and Dot were kidnapped by this madman." Plotz said, his voice unnervingly calm. Wakko gave a nod. A slight red tone covered the man's face. "Didn't I tell you toons not to get involved?! And now, because of your foolishness, not one, but two of you have been taken! Do you have any idea what you've done?! I...!"

He immediately stopped when he saw the boy's ears droop, eyes water, and lips quiver. Plotz turned away from him and gave a deep breath. He expected Slappy to say something, but she didn't. He could just feel her harsh words talking to him through his mind.

"I'm sorry, Wakko. I've just been under a lot of pressure lately." Plotz said in a calmer voice. He walked up to the child again and put a hand on his shoulder. "Now, what were you saying?"

Wakko wiped away his tears with his blue sleeve. "Well, remember when you told us about an old theatre not far from here?"

Plotz nodded. "Yes. It was condemned and was supposed to be torn down. I don't know if any of that happened. I lost interest in that property after I came here."

"Well it was rebuilt, replaced with a bank, but there's still a lower section that contains various props and such from the old theatre days." Wakko explained. "Well from what Yakko explained, it didn't make a lot of sense to me at first. We all thought it was a warehouse he was taken down. But maybe we got it wrong. If there's any place this villain could go without suspicion, what better place than one that, for all purposes, does not exist anymore?"

Plotz scratched his chin. He hadn't thought about that place before. It would make sense. The theatre was huge back in the day. The new building that replaced it is likely much larger, big enough to house the old theatre. Given the technology today, that wouldn't be so hard a feat.

Yes, yes, that had to be it. Plotz had to give the boy credit. He isn't just a bottomless pit with legs. He did have some impressive intelligence inside that head. Now if only he'd use that to behave more instead of goofing off...oh why was he focused on that now? Right now, he had to focus on getting Yakko and Dot back.

"Wakko, you stay here with Slappy. I'm going down to the police station and tell them directly about this new tip. Stay here until I get back. That's an order." Plotz got out of his seat and walked towards the exit.

Wakko jumped in front of him. He pleaded, "Oh please take me with you! They're my siblings!"

"No!" Plotz was firm in his voice. He reached under Wakko's shirt collar and grabbed him by his scruff. "I will not be having anymore hostages! Stay with Slappy!" He dropped Wakko in front of Slappy. "Make sure he doesn't leave."

"Aye aye, captain." Slappy saluted him as he walked out of the building.

Wakko looked forelorn. "But...I wanna help.."

Slappy looked down at the kid. She gave him a wink.

"What, you think I was gunna let him have all the fun?" She said with a mischevious smile.

Wakko perked up at that. "You really mean that?"

Slappy said, "Sure, sure, kiddo. Just don't let him catch yaz." She put a hand on Skippy's back. "Skippy and I will round up some back up just in case youse need it."

Wakko would have thanked her for this, but as soon as she said she was going to let him go, he was out of the door. He would get to the theatre first. He could run very fast when he had to, and Plotz would be at the police station first.

As he ran down the streets, his thoughts went to his siblings. He hoped they were okay. No, they would be okay. He knew them well. They would get through this. They always have.

Why should this be any different?

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With the grip on his mouth gone, Yakko let out a soft yawn. He stared as Duu grabbed a chair and set it in front of him. What was this guy's problem? It was like he was preparing some big dramatic speech or something. It was starting to feel more like he was in Plotz's office being scolded than in some unknown lair with his life on the line.

Duu adjusted the chair. A few times, he would sit down, but he wouldn't be satisfied. So he'd get up, readjust the chair, and sit back down. Just watching this was torture for Yakko in his opinion. It was like watching paint dry. No, at least paint drying was more entertaining than this.

Finally, Duu started his speech.

"You may be wondering why I am doing this. What I have planned, how this will benefit toons, etc. Well I will lay it down as simply as I can. You see, I have been watching in the shadows, and I have been appalled by what I've seen. Despite the statement of toons being treated equally, I don't see that. All I see are toons being ordered around, doing this and that, while humans live the luxurious life. Well I've had it!" Duu ranted, his voice getting more growly with each word. "I will speak for toons everywhere! I will bring forth a new era! No longer will it be humans ordering toons around, creating trivial shows, oh no. It'll be the toons calling the shots!"

Yakko couldn't believe it. Was this guy for real? Did he really believe that was the way the system worked? He must have had one messed up...childhood for a lack of a better term, to believe this garbage. Yakko had never met a toon in his life who complained about how a human was treating them.

Sure there were people like Plotz who could be bitter. But, for the most part, they were just trying to do their job. Even most of the jerks he and his sibs took care of were jerks because they just didn't like their personalities; not because they were toons.

"And you, my dear boy..." Duu leaned forward. His eyes practically glowed as he seemed to bore through Yakko's eyes. "You will be the great liberator. With your death, comes freedom for all toons! Isn't that something worth dying for?"

"That is one sick, twisted mind you have." Yakko said, grimacing. "I'll never be fine my life being thrown away for a cause that doesn't need to exist."

Duu's pupils became pinpoints. "How dare you! I thought you would have understood what I was trying to accomplish!"

"And yet you still need to kill me for your plan to work."

"Exactly!"

"Why?" Yakko asked in a slightly playful tone. "Is it because I'm more handsome than you? Is it because you don't want to be Vice President Doodoo?"

Duu fumed, his fists clenched and shaking. "No, that's not it!" He zipped towards Yakko so fast he didn't have time to react as his throat was grabbed. As he choked and thrashed, Duu whispered into his ear. "It's because I know you are too soft. You don't have the guts to dish out justice the proper way. You wouldn't do what was right. So therefore, you must die..."

He was greated by gums and teeth flashing at him. One eye was closed tightly, the other barely opened. "Y-Your way would...stink..m-more than..a sack of dirty..diapers..."

Duu let out a scream in frustration. He grabbed a pencil from his pocket. Yakko's ears instantly dropped, but his teeth remained bared. Duu lifted it up above his chest. His hand shaking with fury, he prepared to strike down.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his back. Confused, he looked up to see who it was. Then a sharp pain in his back. He screamed and arched his back.

"Wakko!" Yakko cried.

Wakko clung onto the man's back. His teeth sank into his back. He ignored the blood he was drawing and the foil taste. The man struggled to get him off, but for a while Wakko had the upper hand. He only stopped when he felt a force grab him and yank him away. He was held up in the air just inches from the man's face.

"Let my brother and sister go, you monster!" Wakko said as he struck forward, only to find his hand swiping through air. "Hold still!"

"My my, what a little firecracker you are." Duu said, amused. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

When Duu got close enough, Wakko took the chance. He pulled out his mallet and struck the man in the face as hard as he could. This caused Duu's grip on him to cease. Wakko fell to the ground in a thud and rushed over to Yakko. He fumbled with the locks, trying to unlock them.

"Wakko..." Yakko's voice came in, softly and shakingly.

Wakko looked behind him. His eyes widened in shock.

The blow did not just hurt Duu. It cracked the skin. There was black light shining through these newly formed cracks. Wakko stammered as he stared. What was going on here?

Duu removed his hands from his face, revealing the full extend of the damage. It was like looking at a shattered mirror. The cracks were circular, starting with the center and radiating out. He was groaning in pain at first, only for laughter to quickly replace it.

The black light, spreading throughout his body, glowed more and more intensely. As this happened, Duu reached up towards his face. He reached the back of his head and gripped onto something. There was then a sound that Wakko thought would never be heard on a human being.

A click.

"I guess the jig is up for you, Wakko." Duu said maniacally. "Wanna see what I really am?"

Without waiting for an answer, he began to pull his own skin off, starting with his head. There were sickening cracks and breaks. Wakko and Yakko could barely watch as the man took off his disguise. The pieces were dropped on the floor with a sickening grunch. Wakko wanted to throw up. Yakko felt the same way.

As the last piece of 'skin' fell to the ground and that horror show over, the two brothers were left staring at something they least expected.

"B-But..what..." They were at a loss of words.

Standing before them was another toon. This didn't surprise Yakko. What did shock him was just what kind of toon this guy turned out to be.

"You're...the same species as us..." Wakko breathed under his breath.

Indeed, Duu was the same species. Unlike them, he wore no clothes. His black fur was sufficient covering. He stood taller than Yakko, but had more visible muscles. His muzzle was slightly longer and his teeth pointed. He wore no gloves and short sharp claws were visible on his four paws.

Despite those differences, he did look like them, white face and red nose and black body, everything. His black eyes gleamed evilly as he smirked at them. His tail, unusually thin and jagged compared to the Warners', twitched in anticipation.

"Like what you see?" He grinned. "Let me show you what your kind is capable of with a little...practice..." With that, he raised his hand.