A/N: To everyone and anyone still sticking to this story, I deeply apologize for the long update. I had no idea where to go, so I've been stuck all this time. Also, I'm changing the rating to T.
The day was slowly beginning once again at the Warner Bros. Studio. Everyone was going about their daily routine except for Ralph. He was donned in a hazmat suit with a special iron box in front of him with a net in his hands. He knocked on the shield door and readied his net to capture the Warners when one of them poked their head out to answer.
"Who is it?" came Yakko's voice.
"Duh, it's Ralph. Yous guys is to be in school today." Ralph answered.
"Good timing Ralph! Get in here and give us a hand!" yelled Yakko. Ralph was confused as he carefully opened the door and peeked inside. He saw Yakko, Wakko, and Dot pulling on Ricky's legs, which were extended from all the pulling.
"No way!
"Come on Ricky!"
"I'm not going!"
"It'll be fun!"
"Not for me!"
"Let go of the bed Ricky!"
"I said no! I am NOT going to school!" Ricky was clinging to the bedpost like his life depended on it while the Warner siblings pulled with all their strength.
"Sibs. It looks like Ricky here is utterly relentless." Yakko said before reaching behind him. "Time for the trump card." Wakko and Dot reached behind themselves as well. "Last chance to come quietly Ricky."
"And this is my last NO!" Ricky said.
"Alright. You asked for it!" Yakko said as he, Wakko, and Dot each pulled out a large feather before they began tickling Ricky's legs.
"PFFFFT PWA HAHAHAHA!" Ricky laughed before he released the bed, flinging him at the Warner trio, thereby slamming into them right into the box before it snapped shut. "Sometimes, I really hate you guys." Ricky said from inside the box as Ralph picked it up and began moving it where it needed to be.
"What's with you?" Yakko asked as they all sat in the box. "You've been like this since yesterday."
"Like what?" Ricky asked.
"Like a Mr. Crankypants." Dot said. "You've been moody and distant since we told you we were going to school today."
"Don't say that word!" Ricky said before he started scratching his nose.
"Why not?" Wakko asked.
"Everytime I hear that word, a lot keeps happening." Ricky said. "My head hurts, I see blurry images, and I hear mocking laughter. I kept having vague dreams of being in a classroom that felt so familiar. Also, my nose itches up a storm and feels longer for some reason when I think of school."
"You must be remembering more about yourself." Yakko said.
"Yeah. And all of it bad." Ricky grumbled as he scratched his nose again. "Does it look like my nose is longer?"
"Eeeeehhh it's a little hard to tell in the dark." Yakko said before they heard two people outside talking.
"Duh, I'm here to drop off the Warners." Ralph said.
"Very well. I'll take it from here." came a snooty female voice. Ricky could already tell he would be wearing a scowl all day as they heard a door close.
"Alright children. Please take your seats." came the woman's voice again. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot all jumped out and found their seats, leaving Ricky inside the box. A woman with a pointy nose and glasses with her hair in a bun, had two pairs of glasses, and wearing a light purple dress looked inside the box. "Ah. You must be Mr. Torrent. I was informed of your condition by Mr. Plotz and Mr. Scratchnsniff. I am Miss Flamiel, your teacher."
"Hello, Miss Flamiel." Ricky said in a disinterested tone.
"Take your seat, Mr. Torrent." Miss Flamiel said as she pointed at the empty desk in the classroom next to the Warners. Ricky said nothing as he got out of the crate, walked over, and sat at his desk.
'This is gonna be a long day.' Ricky thought.
"Before we begin class, I wish to say something." Miss Flamiel said. "Last time ended in a bit of a disaster, so I will be less strict in my teachings. However, I wish for you all to properly learn, so pay attention, and no goofing off. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes, Miss Flamiel." said all four of them.
"Good. Now, let us begin our lesson with something easy. Math." Miss Flamiel said as she began writing on the chalkboard. Ricky quietly scowled at the chalkboard before his vision blurred.
'Huh? What's going on?' Ricky thought as he rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, he was inside a completely different classroom. 'Oh no. I think my mind's trying to piece another memory together.' He shook his head a few times to focus on where he currently was before he tried to listen to the lesson. However, the only thing that happened was Miss Flamiel scolding the Warners, who seemed to be holding a carton of eggs, 3 hams, and a steering wheel. "What'd I miss?"
"The entire lesson!" Miss Flamiel said as she now stood in front of him.
"What?" Ricky said in confusion.
"Young man, I know that you have amnesia, and so far you haven't pulled off any shenanigans like these three, but that is no excuse to sleep in my class!" Miss Flamiel scolded.
"Wait. I fell asleep?" Ricky asked.
"Indeed." Miss Flamiel said. Ricky blinked a few times in confusion as she inhaled, then exhaled. "Now, try to stay awake for the Science portion of my lesson. And you three, take your seats and stop goofing around!"
"Okay!" said the Warners with big smiles while Ricky tried to focus on the next lesson.
'Focus Ricky!' Ricky thought as he stared at the board while Miss Flamiel erased the Math lesson and began writing Scientific equations on the board. Ricky looked before his vision blurred again. 'Not again!' Ricky thought as he furiously shook his head before staring at the board. 'Okay. Everything is still as it was. Now, just focus on the lesson.'
"Now then, we'll begin with a simple-" BZZT! "The chemicals are to be carefully mixed."
'Huh?' Ricky thought as the the scene changed. He was still in a classroom, though this one was bigger and had more students in it.
"All you must do it-" BZZT "Sit down and pay attention!" Ricky's eyes darted around the room while Miss Flamiel scolded the Warners. "How many times must I tell you-" BZZT! "Remember, the first part of the frog to cut is-" BZZT! "Mr. Torrent!" Ricky freaked when Miss Flamiel stood in front of him while glaring down at him.
"Huh?!" Ricky gasped before his head whipped around.
"Have you not heard a single word I've said?!" Miss Flamiel said as she pointed her finger right in front of his green nose.
"NOT THE NOSE!" Ricky shouted as his hands flew up to protect his nose. "Urk! Gack!" Ricky began to clutch his head in pain before passing out on his desk.
"RICKY!"
()()()()
"Mr. Torrent. Mr. Torrent! RICKY TORRENT!"
"Huh?" Ricky raised his head. "What?"
"Sleeping in my class again Mr. Torrent?" said a man in his early 50's. "I guess you must love detention." he said as he handed him a detention slip.
"Better there than here." Ricky said with a smile. "At least the teacher in charge of detention's not a complete dumbass."
"The mouth on this one." said the man as he gave him two more detention slips for language and disrespect. Ricky grabbed the slips and shoved them into his pocket before the bell rang. Ricky gathered his things and walked out of the classroom with the other students while rubbing his head.
"I need an aspirin." Ricky mumbled as he walked to his locker. "One more class, then detention, then out of this dump."
"Mumbling to yourself again loser?" came a smug voice. Ricky rolled his eyes before turning to see Vance smirking at him.
"What do you want?" Ricky asked.
"Just wanted to know if anyone was feeding the class rat." Vance said as he reached out and grabbed Ricky by his shirt with both hands.
"Let go Vance." Ricky said as Vance began shaking him by his shirt.
"Ricky!" Vance said as he kept on shaking Ricky, which was starting to irk Ricky.
"I said let go of my shirt!" Ricky said. Vance only continued to call his name and shake him, which infuriated Ricky before making him snap and grab him by his shirt and cock his fist back. "LET GO, OR I'M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"
"What?!" Ricky blinked as everything changed around him. He was now standing on the couch in Scratchnsniff's office, surrounded by the shrink and the Warners, with Yakko being lifted in the air by Ricky by the fur on his chest. "Ricky, what are you doing?!"
"Huh? Whuh?" Ricky said before the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in. He was holding his friend in the air by his fur and was ready to hurt him. He let go of Yakko before looking at his hands, watching them tremble in horror at what he was about to do.
A/N: It's not much, but it was all I had.