Apologies for not updating for awhile. Massive writers block and what not. So, here you go.
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"Worst...idea...I've ever had." Ricky said as he stared at various artworks and statues. He and the Warners had all come to the art gallery on his request to see if art would jog his memory. He gave a heavy sigh in defeat as he lowered his head. "Nothing." he murmured. He then looked at the Warners, who did not share in his gloomy mood as they were too busy switching back and forth from annoying security to jumping into the artwork and kissing the painted patrons. Ricky sighed again as he walked out of the gallery and into the public. He sat on the steps and stared into the sky, deep in thought as to who he was. He began to run the few things he did remember in his head, hoping it unlock more memories. His eyes began to droop until they closed as he fell into slumber. His nap was cut short as the Warners, who were finally caught and literally thrown out of the gallery, flew right into his back, knocking him to the ground. The Warners laughed as Ricky just lay under them, tapping his fingers and staring at them with a cocky smile. The Warners looked at Ricky and smiled before they got off and helped him to his feet.
"Well Ricky," Yakko said. "you remember anything?"
Ricky's face dropped with a sigh and a "No." He then looked at them with a sad face. "Sorry guys. Maybe I'm not into art. That and I have no idea who any of those artists were that those curators were yammering on about." He then remembered a funny looking one that looked like a man with a nose that took up half his face.(A/N I'm not an art expert.) "And who's Pablo Picasso? His art looks like he sniffed paint fumes for a living." The trio smiled as they looked at each other, then back at Ricky.
"How bout we introduce you to him?" Yakko said.
"How?" Ricky replied. "In case you've forgotten, he's dead."
"Simple." said Wakko with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.
"Follow us." Dot said as she and her brothers revved up there legs and sped off. Ricky revved up shortly afterwards and sped off after them. He was behind them for a good 30 seconds, until they Warners suddenly stopped. Ricky, however, kept going and slammed into a brick wall. He fell with a thud and remained like that until the trio came and picked him up off the ground.
"Still having trouble stopping huh Ricky?" Yakko said with a cocky smile. Ricky wobbled about as he looked at them, revealing a smile with bricks in place of his teeth. He shook his head to regain his senses, as well as spit the bricks in all directions. As his vision came into focus, he looked around at the odd destination they traveled to.
"Okay, I'm stumped." Ricky said. "Where are we?"
"Paris, 1905." a voice out of nowhere came. Ricky jumped as he began looking around to see where it came from. The voice continued on. "Home of the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and lots of French people."
"WHERE IS THAT VOICE COMING FROM?!" Ricky shouted as his eyes darted everywhere.
"That's the narrator." Dot said as she giggled at Ricky's reaction.
"And it was here" the narrator continued. "that the young artist, Pablo Picasso, struggled to break new ground in the world of painting."
"That answer your question?" Wakko asked Ricky, who was now beginning to lose his mind.
"Yeah...sure." was all he said as he tried to keep his cool. The trio saw that he was falling apart and did a little skit for him. After the skit ended with a can-can, and with Ricky laughing and composing himself, Dot pointed at a sign.
"STOP! There it is. See?" she shouted. The four ran towards a sign that hung over a door that said 'Studio de Picasso' with a 'Model Wanted' sign under it.
"Models Wanted." Yakko said as he pointed at the lower sign.
"I'd be a great Model." Dot said as she did a few poses. "What does Christie Brinkley have that I don't have?"
"Billy Joel." Yakko and Wakko chimed in with Wakko doing a short drumroll. Ricky just shook his head in amusement. They four began knocking on the door, but quickly jumped out of the way of five dogs walking out, ranting angrily about something or another. The last dog that walked out turned to a man who also walked out.
"We quit." he said in a rough voice as he stormed off. The man replied with a "Fine." Ricky then saw the man in question.
'So that's Pablo Picasso?' Ricky thought as they all jumped in front of him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Picasso." Yakko said.
"Huh? What do you want?" Picasso asked the strange quartret.
"We understand you're looking for models." Dot said in a sweet voice as she fluttered her eyes a bit.
"GO AWAY!" he shouted. "No more dogs. Picasso has seen enough dogs today. Go away!" he repeated before slamming the door in their faces. The four got angry looks before turning them to calm looks and knocking on his door again. He opened the door again and looked at them angrily.
"We're not dogs." Dot said.
"Well then Cats. No Cats!" Picasso said as he slammed the door in their faces again.
'Sheesh. What crawled up his butt and died?' Ricky thought in annoyance. While Ricky was thinking, Wakko had pulled off his hat, revealing a giant bell. He then placed his hat back on his head while Yakko took Wakko by the legs and used him as a mallet to hit the bell with a GONG, to which Picasso looked out the door again.
"We're not cats." Wakko said.
"You are...large bugs maybe?" he asked.
"No" the trio said in unison. "We're the Warner Brothers."
"And the Warner Sister." Dot said.
"And this is our friend." Yakko said as he pulled Ricky into the group.
"Wuzzup?" Ricky said.
"I'm Yakko." said Yakko.
"I'm Wakko." said Wakko.
"I'm Ricky." said Ricky.
"And I'm as cute as a button on a teddy bear's nose." Dot said as she jumped into Picasso's arms and begin shoving his big nose around. She then kissed both his cheeks and said "It's a European thing." Yakko then pulled Picasso down by the nose and kissed him in the same manner, followed by Ricky (who was beginning to wonder why they seem to kiss a lot of people) and Wakko, who kissed him multiple times, then began spitting just as quickly.
"Go A Way." Picasso said as he slammed the door again. He screamed in surprise to find that the four children had appeared in his studio. Dot was posing as Yakko, Wakko, and Ricky were painting her. Picasso ran up to Yakko to yell, but Yakko pointed to Picasso.
"Did you know there's P.P. on your smock?" he said.
"Diiisguting." Dot said as she looked away. Wakko covered his mouth and Ricky just grimaced at the news.
"This stands for Pablo Picasso." he said as he pointed at the letters on his smock.
"Yeah." Yakko replies with slight humor in his tone as he put on a captains hat as he poses on a boat that appeared out of nowhere. Wakko and Dot were rowing, while Ricky looked around in with a spyglass. "Now, about that modeling job?" Yakko continued.
"No, no." Picasso said as he waved his hands around. "I need professional models. I'm a very famous artist."
"Really? What've you done?" Yakko asked as he shrugged. Picasso pointed towards a few paintings.
"I did these in my Blue Period." Picasso said as the four looked at paintings of what appeared to be clowns with blue as a stand outish color. Wakko and Ricky made strange faces at the paintings. Picasso then pointed at similar paintings, but they were a pink color. "And these in my Rose Period." Picasso continued. Dot held her nose and shook her head in disapproval, while Yakko just raised an eyebrow in confusion. Yakko then jumped into Picasso's arms.
"What's next? Plaid?" Yakko asked.
"I can do plaid." Dot said as she was holding some bagpipes as her color and skirt had a plaid pattern all over her.
"I don't know what's next, and that's why I need you to leave." Picasso said as he began shoving the four towards the door. "I'm very busy trying to discover a new style. Please go AWAY." he continued.
"So we should go?" Yakko asked, stopping Picasso in his tracks.
"Oui Oui." Picasso said.
"Pardon?" Yakko asked.
"OUI OUI!" Picasso repeated.
"Ugh, the stuff their getting away with on kid shows these days." Yakko said as he looked towards Ricky while holding a hand up, hiding his mouth from Picasso. Ricky nodded in agreement while smiling.
"You go to your room until you clean up your language young man!" Dot said in a stern motherly tone to Picasso.
"No. 'Oui Oui' means 'yes yes'." Picasso said. "Please. Will you go away if I give you some francs?" he asked in a begging tone. The four then ran to a campfire setting.
"I got the beans." said Yakko.
"I got the ketchup." Wakko said.
"I got the buns." Dot said as she shook her 'buns' at the fire.
"You wish." Yakko said. Picasso looked annoyed, then noticed Ricky standing next to him, holding a small axe.
"And you brought?" Picasso asked in a low tone. Out of nowhere, a tree fell right on Picasso, causing Ricky to bounce up onto it.
"Firewood." Ricky said as he walked towards the others. Picasso pulled himself out from under the tree looking a bit dazed before he regained his senses. He then saw Wakko toss some purple fruit into his mouth.
"Stop eating my wax fruit." Picasso shouted. Wakko mushed the substance around, finding it diffilcult to chew. He then spit the mush onto Picasso, who was now covered in purple candles that were lit.
"Romantic, isn't it?" Dot said.
"You kids. I...AGHHH. I can't do it." Picasso said in a crying, defeated tone. "I'm lost. I cannot think. My mind is...like a blank." he said as he fell into a chair the Warners pushed up towards him.
"Pablo, babe, you need to relax. Take your mind off your troubles." Yakko said. He continued "I know. Let's play a game."
"GUESS THE PICTURE! GUESS THE PICTURE!" Wakko shouted, jumping up and down.
"PABLO'S ON MY TEAM! PABLO'S ON MY TEAM!" Dot shouted as she yanked Pablo away.
"Okaaay." Wakko said in annoyance frowning.
"But we go first." Yakko said, equally angry.
"I'll sit here and keep score." Ricky said, sitting next to a scoreboard. Pablo began to protest, but was silenced as he was shoved onto the couch that was around a canvas. Wakko took a card, then threw it away.
"Guess what I'm drawing." he said. He then drew a picture of a man with a huge nose covering half his face. Ricky instantly recognized the picture, but was snapped from his thoughts when Yakko blurted "MOUNT RUSHMORE!"
"THAT'S RIGHT!" Wakko screamed.
"YAY. TWO SECONDS!" the Warner Brothers shouted as Yakko brought out an hourglass. Ricky just stared for a second before shrugging his shoulders and adding a point to the scoreboard.
"Point for the Warner Brothers." Ricky said.
"Ok Pablo. Use your talent." Dot said as she handed him a pencil. He then took a card, threw it away, and drew a picture of a bull on the canvas.
"No. I don't know. A sock. A doorknob. Wilson Phillips." Dot guessed.
"BZZZT! Time's up." Yakko said, holding the same hourglass with all the sand in the bottom. Ricky held in a laugh at the sight of all the lunacy.
"IT'S A BULL! A BULL!" Picasso shouted in frustration.
"And you call yourself an artist." Dot said disappointed. Wakko ripped off the picture and drew a 'bull' on the canvas.
"THAT'S a bull." he said. Ricky used more willpower not to laugh at the bull with an oversized head.
"Ugh. But that's terrible. It's ugly." Picasso protested.
"Not according to the scoreboard Mr. Sore Loser." Yakko said. "Next Round!" Wakko took another card, tossed it, and drew, what Ricky could describe as something from a nightmare. Yakko took a second before shouting "The clown that stands outside the carwash and waves."
"THAT'S IT." Wakko said as the two brothers high fived each other before they both shouted "YAY! THREE SECONDS!"
"Another -pbbt- point for the Warner Brothers." Ricky forced out while holding in his laugh. Pablo then walked to the canvas, took a card, then drew a picture of a guitar. Ricky could only wander what Dot would guess what it was.
"Gosh. Uh, Liz Taylor?" Dot guessed.
"NO!" Picasso shouted."
"A rock? Press on nails? Cheese? Bellybutton lint? A DNA molecule? That guy in the Madonna video? Spam?" Dot rambled on.
"BZZZT! Time's Up!" Yakko said with an timed out hourglass in Picasso's face.
"I thought you'd be good at this." Dot said, again with disappointment.
"I can't believe it. It's a guitar. A guitar! The neck. The strings. A GUITAR!" Picasso shouted in anger. Yakko ripped the picture away and drew on the canvas.
"THAT'S a guitar." Yakko said, pointing towards a warped, box like guitar.
"What? That's ridiculous." Picasso said. "It's hideous and all bent. A guitar?" Wakko and Dot nodded in agreement while Ricky was barely holding in his snickers.
"What am I doing with you kids?" Picasso said in a low tone, clearly having lost his patience. "I have no time for this. Get out! GET OUT!"
"We were just-" Yakko said.
"OUT!"
"We didn't-" Dot said.
"GO!"
The four walked to the door. Yakko and Dot walked out, while Wakko pulled out a sign with a picture of himself making a googie at Picasso, while Ricky mumbled "What a hack."
"NOW!" screamed Picasso as they all left. He then slammed the door again. A knock on the door was heard, making Picasso get angry again. He poked his head out the door and said "I said GO-" he stopped, seeing it was a short man in a gentlemen's attire with top hat and cane. His attitude quickly changed as he greeted the tiny man. "Oh, Monsieur Claude." he said in polite and embarrassed tone. "Excuse me. Please, come in. An art critic of your magnitude is ALWAYS welcome."
"I have come to see your new work, Picasso." the man said as he walked in and began inspecting the various paintings. "I wish to do a feature article on it." Picasso jumped in front of his paintings, blocking the man's view.
"Oh...eh...uh, new work?" Picasso asked. He then got a scared look as the art critic said "What is this?" as he viewed one of the Warners drawings.
"Oh eh, that is-" Pablo started.
"Fantistic. Genius." the critic finished. "Is there more?"
"Um...why yes there is." he then began to flip through the drawings that the Warners drew, continuing to impress the critic.
"Picasso," the critic said. "Once again, you stand the art world on its ear. How do you do it?"
"Eh...I steal it?" Picasso said, causing both men to laugh.
Time passes as people crowd an art gallery, buying all of Picasso's 'artwork' like there's no tomorrow. Picasso walked into a room where the Warner Brothers, and Ricky, were busy painting while Dot was posing.
"Keep up the good work mez amez(A/N I'm not French, shut up).
"We get paid in franks." Yakko said as he bit into a hot dog on a stick. He swallowed, then looked at Ricky. "So how was it to meet a historical figure?"
"It was...interesting." Ricky said, sounding slightly down. He sighed as he continued to paint. He nodded off after awhile, not noticing his current work had slipped off the canvas. He was then sleep painting for awhile. Wakko noticed this and replaced the empty space with a new canvas. Ricky's brush came into contact with the canvas as his arm moved with a mind of it's own. After some more time passed, the Warner siblings decided it was time to go home. They went to get Ricky, but stopped at the sight of the painting. Ricky's arm stopped painting suddenly as he dropped the brush, then fumbled backwards onto the ground. The trio were about to panic, but ceased at the sound of Ricky's loud snoring. Then loaded Ricky onto their arms, along with his painting, and sped off home. As they did, Yakko asked a question to his siblings.
"You guys have any idea who Ricky was painting?"