"Will he be alright Doc?" Yakko asked in a rarely nervous tone. He, his siblings, and Scratchy were walking alongside a few doctors as they were wheeling an unconcious and sick looking Ricky through a hospital.

"Don't worry." said the doctor. "We'll take care of him." They kept up with the doctors before they were told to stay in the waiting room. All of them were now sitting around waiting anxiously for any news about Ricky's condition. None of the Warners were feeling like causing any trouble as they all sat there quietly.

"Vhile we're waiting," Scratchy said, hoping to ease the tension. "Vhy don't you tell me vhat happened?" All three of them looked at him with sad looks.

"I don't know what happened." Wakko said.

"Me neither." said Dot.

"Sorry Scratchy, but none of us were with Ricky until we heard people screaming about him vomiting everywhere." Yakko said. Scratchy sighed before they all looked at the door.

"Zhen it seems ve will have to wait until Ricky tells us himself." he said. "Still, zhis might've been good."

"How's vomiting any good?" Wakko asked.

"Because Ricky had zhat same look in his eyes." Scratchy said. "It was the same look he had after you three brought him in when he remembered his fear of deep water."

"So what you're saying is that Ricky's...remembering?" Yakko asked.

"It iz a possibility." Scratchy said.

"I've never seen anyone turn that green before." Dot said. She and her sibs remember running to the scene at the carnival where Ricky was switching between screaming, cluthing his head and stomach in pain, or vomiting before he fell to the ground and collapsed. "He looked like he was in pain."

"Vhat was he eating?" Scratchy asked.

"It looked like a cheese covered soft pretzel." Wakko said, remembering seeing it on the ground next to Ricky.

"You know something." Yakko said. "I don't think I've seen Ricky eat cheese."

"I've seen the pizza boy run from ze Water Tower a few times." Scratchy said. "Did he not eat any pizza?"

"He did, but he peeled the cheese off first." Dot said. "We asked him why and he said he couldn't remember, but it felt familiar to do that."

"It could be possible zhat he had a problem with cheese in his life." Scratchy said. "Still, zhis is all speculation at zhis point. Until he comes out, ve must vait." he said. They all sat down in their seats, waiting and hoping that Ricky would wake up soon.

(Line Break)

"Ooooooh." Ricky moaned as he looked around a familiar void. He looked around before slowly getting to his feet. "What happened?"

"You jarred a few memories loose. That's what happened." said MemRicky as he appeared in front of Ricky.

"WHOA!" Ricky shouted before he was knocked to the ground with a fist, causing another recap. "OW! WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!"

"Just making sure you remember what you've been doing." he said with a grin.

"Back to the matter at hand!" Ricky said in annoyance. "You said I remembered a few things?"

"That's right." MemRicky said as the void changed into the carnival. "This is a nice place." he said with a smile.

"You got that right." Ricky agreed with a smile as well. The vision showed Scratchy, the Warners, and Ricky all having fun and laughing. He then looked at MemRicky to see that he was more solid this time since you couldn't see past his legs. "So, what did we remember?"

"You'll see." MemRicky said with a frown. That didn't bode well for Ricky who turned just in time to see Ricky and the Warners all posing for a photo, each with a goofy smile on their faces. The photographer snapped the shot and handed it to the Warners after it developed. All of them looked at it before bursting into laughter, along with Ricky and MemRicky.

"We look hilarious!" Ricky said.

"No doubt about it." MemRicky said.

"Glad you are all having a good time." Scratchy said as he came over with some snacks. "A photo?" he asked as he looked down at it.

"Yeah." Wakko said.

"Want one Scratchy?" Yakko asked.

"Maybe later." he said.

"So why did you guys want me in the photo?" Ricky couldn't help but ask.

"We wanted you in the photo because you're practically family." Yakko said. Suddenly, all three Ricky's froze. The memory seemed to lose all color as the whole memory turned grey, but left Ricky in color.

"Family?" they all said in unison before the memory changed. Soon Ricky and MemRicky were in what looked like an office building.

"Wait." Ricky said, suddenly feeling sad. "I...remember this place." he said before a glass door behind them opened. Both Ricky's looked to see a man, a woman, and a very young and dirt covered Ricky walk through the door. The man and woman were looking angry, while Ricky looked up at them all with tear filled eyes.

"It was an accident!" he cried out. "I'm sorry!" Both of them didn't seem to care as they dragged little Ricky up to the desk where a thin, middle-aged woman with glasses was sitting and typing.

"We're returning this little brat!" said the woman.

"He doesn't listen to what we say." said the man. "He's constantly running around the house. Our neighbors are even filing complaints against us for not 'properly caring for him'. It's not my fault he keeps wandering into their yards!"

"We told you." the woman said as she removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "We said that he was a wild one and had to be supervised constantly at his age." As the three adults spoke, both Ricky's looked down to see the smaller Ricky silently crying.

"I remember this." Ricky said. "I was...five. These guys..." he said before he looked to see the man and woman leave. He and MemRicky looked down at the smaller Ricky as the woman came over and leaned down to his eye level.

"What happened Ricky?" she asked in a caring tone.

"I was...digging in the yard." he said with a sniffle. "I was pretending to be a pirate who was burying his treasure."

"Did you bury anything?" she asked as they both started walking towards another room. Both Ricky's followed to hear the conversation.

"Yes." he said. "I buried the neighbor's lawn gnome." The woman just looked at him before smiling and shaking her head.

"It's not nice to bury another person's belongings." she said as they went into a bathroom. "We'll discuss this later. For now, let's get you out of those dirty clothes." she said as she starting running water into the bathtub before the place faded into the void.

"I remember her." Ricky said. "Mrs. Kren. She took care of me when my parents..." he said before he froze. He stared off into the distance before his eyes started welling up. "When my parents...abandoned me."

"Yeah." MemRicky said. Memories began flooding back to Ricky about her. How she worked with social services and took Ricky in when he was a toddler when he was abandoned at the age of 2. She had found him a home a few months later, but was returned shortly after for breaking a few windows by accident. "She's nice."

"Yeah." Ricky said with a sad smile before they were back in the office. Another set of people walked in with a slightly older Ricky. This went on for awhile as the memory kept showing more people bringing Ricky in, who was steadily getting older and older with each family. But each time he was returned, he seemed different. He cried less and less until he didn't cry anymore. Sometimes he'd come in with scrapes and bruises on his face, which was how he looked after the eleventh time.

"What did you do now Ricky?" the same woman asked as they walked into the bathroom so he could wash his face.

"Idiots and jerks making fun of my name." he said.

"Ricky." she sighed. "You shouldn't let that bug you so much."

"Kinda hard not too when they keep at it everyday." he replied. "Kids point at me and shout, 'That's the biggest rat I've ever seen!' I hate it."

"I know." she said as she handed him a towel. "You'll stay with me again until we can find you a new home. Okay Ricky?" she asked before she repeated his name over and over.

"RICKY!" Dot shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts as the scene went back to the carnival. All three of them looked around to see the Warners and Scratchy looking at the Ricky in the memory. "You okay?"

"Huh?" he said before shaking his head. "Yeah. Sorry about that." he said with a fake smile. All of them looked at him before shrugging and going back to having fun. Scratchy scratched his chin with a 'Hmmm' before letting it drop and keeping the Warners out of trouble. Even though they were laughing, Ricky was still preoccupied by the memory he saw.

"We were a problem child, huh?" Ricky said.

"Looks like it." MemRicky said as the memory continued. They watched him go around, but with little joy before he stopped following them.

"What's wrong Ricky?" Scratchy asked.

"Just...getting a snack." he said as he walked over towards a food stall. He wasn't paying attention as he gave the vendor some money and he gave Ricky his change and a cheese covered soft pretzel. Ricky took a bite and chewed for a moment before his eyes shot open before shrinking. The memory began to violently shake as Ricky starting vomiting and grasping his head. Thoughout the chaos, they could see memories flashing and kids laughing at Ricky about how he should like cheese because of who he is. From filling his locker with the stuff, to pouring hot cheese on his head, to shoving it down his throat. He remembered that it got to the point that looking at the stuff made him ill. It went on for about 30 seconds before the whole place went blank.

(Line Break)

Back in the waiting room, Scratchy and the Warners were growing more worried about Ricky until a nurse approached them.

"How is he?" Yakko asked.

"He's awake." she said, causing them all to smile.

"Can we see him?" Dot asked.

"Yes, but be quiet." she said in a whisper. She led them to his room and opened the door to reveal Ricky lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling.

"Ricky!" the Warners shouted as they ran up to him.

"How are you feeling?" Scratchy asked. Ricky didn't respond for a moment until he looked at them all.

"I remembered...three things about my past."

"Zhat is good." Scratchy said.

"What did you remember?" Wakko asked with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

"1. I hate cheese with great intensity."

"Is that why you peeled it off your pizza?" Scratchy asked.

"Yes." Ricky said. "2. I'm a foster child who's constantly being returned like a defective piece of junk."

"Ooooh." they all said while cringing.

"And the third?" Dot asked. Ricky looked back at the ceiling with a distant and slightly angry look in his eyes.

"I. Hate. My. Name."

A/N: Not a happy childhood, is it folks?