It was a day like any other in Burbank, CA., specifically in a certain movie studio. Actors acting, directors directing, etc. And outside the studio were three familiar toon children, running amok wherever they went.

"So my siblings" the eldest said as they slowed to a halt in the park. "It's that time again."

"Time to pay Mel Gibson a visit?" the little toon girl said with hearts about.

"Time for Lunch? said the red capped toon nearly drooling

"No. It's time to learn today's lesson. So now we turn to... the Wheel of Morality." He then lead them to a wheel-like device that popped out of nowhere and spun it. "Wheel of Morality turn, turn, turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn." They waited, but the wheel kept spinning.

"That's odd." the red capped tune said. "Is it broken?"

"If it is, then how will we know what our lesson is?" the toon girl cried out.

FWEEEEEEEE

The three turned towards the sound of a whistle blowing as a fat guard with a net came running towards them. "YIPE!" they screamed in unison as they sped off. The guard stopped for a moment to shake his fist in the air, but didn't give chase to catch his breath. The Wheel of Morality kept spinning onward. Suddenly, it began to spark and crack as it sped up, going faster and faster, spooking the guard as he backed away, until something shot out of it. It flew into the air, then fell with a thud. The smoke dust cleared to reveal... a toon.

"Ohhhh my head." groaned the unknown toon as he stumbled around to get up. His vision slowly came back to him as he adjusted his eyes. "Where am I? What's-OW!" he shrieked as he held his head in pain. He then felt a small bump under his hair with his gloved hand. Wait, gloved hand? He took a closer look at his hand to see a white glove, then looked to see his other hand the same. "Wow. This is weird." was all he could say before a net flew over him, scooping him up into the air.

"Duuh, GOTCHA." shouted a fat guard as the looked into the eyes of his captive, then giving a confused. "Dah, yous looks like a Warner, but different."

"WHAT THE HECK MAN?" the toon protested. "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT'S A WARNER? WHY AM I IN A NET?" His questions went unanswered as he was shoved into a crate that was nailed shut. "LET ME OUTTA HERE LARDHEAD. WHERE WE GOING? The guard picked up the crate to take to his boss.

Inside the office of the Warner Brothers Studio, CEO Thaddeus Plotz, was busy signing forms when the fat guard came in, plopping a crate onto his desk. The little CEO instantly panicked and hid behind his desk.

"RALPH. WHY ARE THE WARNERS HERE? THROW THEM BACK INTO THE TOWER IMMEDIATELY!" bellowed Plotz.

"Duuh it's only one Warner sir, and-"

"LET ME OUT ALREADY." came a shriek from inside the crate, interrupting the guard. Ralph then took out a crowbar and pried off the lid. The toon jumped out of the crate, looking angry and confused at the same time. "If that's first class, I'd hate to travel coach." He then looked around until he saw a tiny man looking up at him confused and terrified. "Who are you?" said the toon.

"I'm Thaddeus Plotz. CEO of Warner Brothers Studio." he said as calmly as he could. He then looked over to the guard. "Ralph. What exactly am I looking at here?" Plotz said looking a ghostly pale at the sight of the toon.

"Duuh, I think the Warners got a new member." Ralph said looking equally as confused.

"What's a WARNER?" shouted the toon. "First I wake up with a headache, which has now turned to a migraine. Then, I'm in a box. Now, I'm a Warner. What is going on?"

Plotz slowly reached his shaking hand to intercom, buzzing his secretary. "G-g-g-get me the Warners." he said in a shaky voice.

"Duuh, what we do while they get here boss?" Ralph said

"How bout some asprin?" cried the toon. "I think we're all gonna need it." Ralph nodded and headed for the door to get some. He opened it only to find the Warners waiting right outside.

"You called us T.P?" said the eldest Warner. He and his siblings eyes widened in confusion as they saw another Warner standing on Plotz desk. They immediately ran up to him and looked him over. He was slightly shorter than the eldest, and other than the fact his nose was green, he looked just like them. He had on a grey light jacket, white shirt, torn jeans, white gloves, no shoes, and had black hair that was all mangled on his head.

"Who's this T.P?" said the young toon girl.

"I was hoping you'd tell me." said the little man, looking spooked yet again.

"Why not ask him?" said the red capped toon. The three then lined up in front of the shaggy haired Warner.

"Hi. I'm Yakko." said the eldest. He wore long tan slacks that were kept up with a balck belt.

"I'm Wakko." said the one with the red cap and oversized blue turtleneck.

"And I'm Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third, but you can call me Dot. Call me Dottie and you die." said the toon girl. She wore a pink dress and had her ears tied up with a yellow flower clip.

"Uhhh ok." said the unknown Warner. "My name's...uh...wait what is my name?" he said looking confused. "I can't remember." Everyone looked at him in slight shock.

"You don't know who you are?" Yakko said looking confused.

"Let me think." said the no name Warner as he put his hand to his chin. He started pacing, but felt something catch his legs and fell down. He looked up and saw that his legs were tangled in his own...tail. "Hey, I have a tail." he said. The others looked at each other, as if to ask if he didn't before. "Hmmmmm nope, nothing. Can't remember." The toon put his hands into his pockets, looking stumped as he felt something in there. "Hello, what's this?" He then began to pull random items out of his all his pockets, listing each one as he dug further. "Music player, lint, gum, more lint. Hey, a wallet." He opened the wallet to find a few 20's and an I.D. that looked like him. "Jackpot. I think this is me. My name is...Ricky A. Torrent." He then put his stuff back into his pockets and held out a hand towards the Warners. "Hi. My name's Ricky. Nice to meet you." He shook their hands all at the same time.

"So your name's Ricky." said Wakko with his tongue sticking out. "What brings you here to the studio?"

"I wish to know that as well." said Plotz looking less pale.

"Hmmmmm. I don't know."

"What do you know?" said Dot.

"Last thing I remember was waking up with this bump on my head." he felt around in his hair until he came toward a nasty bump near the top. "Then Ralph, I think his name was, netted me, then crated me, then I was here."

Yakko examined the bump. "PHEW. That looks big. Maybe we should have Scratchy look at ya."

"Who?"

"Dr. Scratchansniff. He's our P-sychiatrist. He'll know what to do." said Dot.

"I'll call him and tell him to expect your arrival." Plotz chimed in as he started dialing.

"Come on. Let's go." said Wakko. And with that, the three Warners ran off, leaving Ricky behind.

"HEY! WAIT UP." he shouted as he ran after them.