With their session with Scratchy a few hours away, the Warners began to cause a bit of chaos around the lot. It was fun, but they all began to notice that it seemed a bit lacking. As they sped around, Yakko looked at Ricky. He held his hand up, causing them all to screech to a halt. His younger siblings looked confused as he turned to Ricky.

"Something really eating at ya? Yakko asked. Ricky just looked down at his feet sorry.

"Sorry guys." Ricky said, barely mumbling. "I'm just...not feeling very zany." The Warners looked at Ricky with slight shock and concern. They put their hands on his shoulders, causing him to look up at their smiling faces.

"Why don't you take some time off?" Dot said in a calm voice.

"Yeah. Clear your head. Relax." Yakko said. "How about this? You take it easy, and we'll come find ya when our session starts?" Ricky smiled at Yakko's suggestion.

"Okay." Ricky said with a smile. They all agreed, and soon seperated, leaving Ricky to himself to wander around. He took a few steps before.

"Duuuhh GOTCHA!" boomed a voice from behind as a net came out of nowhere. Ricky then found himself upside down in Ralph's net. Ricky just gave Ralph a half hearted "Yo." before Ralph stuffed him in a crate, nailed it shut, and began walking off with it. While inside the crate, Ricky let his mind wander. 'What's wrong with me? I feel like there's a weight hanging on me. Is it what I can't remember? Am I sick? Who am I? I know I'm Ricky, but who IS Ricky?' He kept wandering until he was snapped out of his thoughts by someone shouting.

"RALPH! I'VE TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING THE WARNERS HERE!" shouted a voice Ricky knew. "THEY ARE TO BE THROWN INTO THE TOWER IMMEDIATELY!"

"It's not nice to make others feel unwanted Mr. Plotz." Ricky said from inside the crate. Ralph then pried the lid open so Ricky could jump out of it. Plotz was shocked for a moment, but then realized which Warner stood before him.

"Oh. H-h-hello Ricky." Plotz studdered, feeling a bit more calm. "How have you been?"

"Okay, I guess." Plotz took notice of his tone.

"Something wrong?"

"Got a lot on my mind is all." Ricky shrugged as he sat down. "I want to see the shrink, but the session isn't for a few more hours."

"Then I'll have him see you now." Plotz said as he reached for his phone. While he dialed his phone, he began thinking. 'He's not like the Warners, but darnit if just seeing him doesn't frighten me.' He put the phone down and looked at Ricky. "He'll be free in 10 minutes. You can head there now." Ricky nodded, shook Mr. Plotz's hand, then left the building. Plotz then let out a heavy sigh. "Warners." he said with fear lingering in his voice.

Ricky walked around a bit, knowing he could pop into Scratchy's office at the drop of a hat. As he walked, he noticed a peanut vendor and decided to buy some. As he was munching on his peanuts, he began to toss them into the air, catching them one at a time with precision accuracy. He began to count in his head. '1, 2, 3, crunch. 1, 2, 3, crunch. 1, 2, 3...' Ricky's eyes shot open to absense of the crunch of the peanut. He looked on the ground to see if he missed, but saw nothing. He shrugged and counted again. '1, 2, 3, crunch. 1, 2, 3...' Again no crunch came. He looked around to find no peanut on the ground, and no one around him. He lowered his eyes in annoyance as he felt a bit of anger surge through him. He mentally kicked himself for getting upset over a peanut. He then thought of an idea. He kept one eye open just enough to see what keeps becoming of his snack. '1, 2, 3, crunch. 1, 2, 3-' WHOOSH! A figure came out of nowhere, snatching the peanut out of thin air. His eyes shot open as he followed the figure fly into a nearby tree. 'A bird?' he thought, still too stunned to move. He then sported a grin as he went back to eating. '1, 2, 3, crunch. 1, 2, 3-' he saw the figure fly towards him again.

"GOTCHA!" Ricky screamed as his hand shot up and grabbed the bird out of mid snatch.

"EY EY. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" screamed the bird. Ricky brought the bird down to eye level, staring face-to-face with a purple face pigeon.

"This coming from the bird who can't keep his talons away from my food." Ricky said as he raised an eyebrow. He was about to say something else, but was halted when two other pigeons landed on both of his shoulders.

"He's got us there Pesto." said the pigeon with a huge grin on Ricky's right shoulder.

"Okay kid, looks like you caught us." said the blue pigeon on Ricky's left shoulder. Ricky let go of Pesto as all three pigeons flew down in front of him. Ricky knelt down to get a closer look at all three of them.

"Who are you?"

"Bobby."

"Pesto."

"Squit."

"My name's Ricky." Ricky said holding his bag of peanuts at them. "Here. I'm not hungry." The three came forward and began munching on the peanuts.

"So, Ricky. You a relative of the Warners?" Bobby asked.

"Don't know."

"Whaddaya mean ya don't know?" Pesto asked in annoyance.

"I don't know, cuz I can't remember."

"What do they call that? Annorea? Anemia?" Squit asked.

"Amnesia." Bobby corrected.

"Bullseye." Ricky stated. "All I know is my name. Everything else is fuzzy."

"That's rough kid." Bobby said. "So what you doing here in Burbank?"

"Killing time until my appointment with the local shrink." Ricky said as he looked around the park. He soon came to a realization. "Uh oh. I think I'm lost. Which way was the quack's place again?" he asked rubbing his head in confusion. "You guys know?"

"Sorry kid." Bobby said. "Don't know."

"Yeah." Squit said. "What do we look like? Directory's?"

"What do you mean by that?" Pesto asked, obviously annoyed at Squit's comment.

"Nothing. I just asked if he thought we were directorys."

"A directory? Is that what I look like to you?" Pesto asked, getting into Squit's face. "Are you saying that I look like some random mapout to a mall with a big arrow pointing at some dot saying "YOU ARE HERE?" Is that what your saying?"

"No no. That's not what I'm saying."

"I AM A DIRECTORY?!"

"No. That's not what I'm saying at all."

Pesto's feathers fluffed up at his anger peaked. "THAT'S IT!" he screamed as he began to knock the tar out of Squit. "YOU WANT A DIRECTORY? HERE'S YOUR DIRECTORY!" he shouted while Bobby and Ricky began to laugh. As they were laughing, Ricky felt something roost onto his head. He looked up and saw another pigeon. Bobby noticed and began to panic.

"THE GODPIGEON!" Bobby shouted, causing the other two to stop fighting. The Godpigeon held out a talon, which the other three began to kiss. Ricky just stared at them while this happened.

"Gevahowa ovauhula." mumbled the Godpigeon. Ricky raised an eyebrow at the garbled words.

"The Godpigeon asked who you were." Bobby said, translating for the Godpigeon.

"Oh. I'm Ricky, Mr. Godpigeon." Ricky said looking up to the old pigeon. He then raised his bag up a little. "Would you like a peanut Mr. Godpigeon?" The Godpigeon ate the rest in no time flat. Ricky looked into the empty bag. 'Thanks for leaving my hand.' he thought.

"Owahuma Gowaluka."

"The Godpigeon says he appreciate your generosity and also wishes to know what your story is?" Bobby translated. Ricky then explained the events from when he got here, minus his dreams, and all the way up to him being in the park in a short 30 seconds.

"Hazevala owamagoomba lamahooey." he said as he flew away.

"The Godpigeon says he hopes you find yourself and wishes you luck in the future." Bobby translated. "Same goes for the rest of us kid. See ya round." Bobby said as he flew off.

"Later Ricky." Pesto said and flew off.

"Bye." Squit said and flew after his two friends.

"Till we meet again." Ricky said with a wave. He watched them fly off, then sped off towards the lot, hoping to find Scratchy.