They had just reached their exit, when Dot held up a hand. "Hang on! Wakko, do you still keep stuff in your hat?"

He nodded. "Only a few things, you'll have enough room."

"Uh-huh, but what kinds of things?"

"Eh, you know, this and that," he answered evasively. Dot narrowed her eyes at him, keeping her hands on her hips. "It's mostly snacks! Okay?" Wakko answered defensively. "I keep them there in case of emergencies, you know that!"

Dot raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and I also know you tend to keep dirty laundry and trash under there."

Blushing, Wakko protested. "One time! It was one time! And besides, I don't have anything like that now!"

Yakko tapped Wakko's arm. "You, uh, you wanna check and make sure? When was the last time we did a trash run?"

Wakko raised a finger, opening his mouth to answer, but paused halfway before speaking. Chuckling sheepishly, he removed his hat to give it a good shake. Out fell an assortment of wrappers, cans, bags, and bottles. The trash pile came up to Dot's waist.

Dot just glared at him, wordlessly.

"In my defense," Wakko raised his hands, "I was distracted."

"Don't worry about it, Wakko," Yakko reassured him, "there's a trash can right outside." He checked the camera's film; they had more than enough remaining. "Wakko, you got enough snacks?" At Wakko's nod, he continued. "In that case, we'll go as soon as Dot gets settled."

The Warner sister agreed, satisfied, and hopped on top of Wakko's bare head. Taking the cap, she pulled it down over her body, disappearing beneath the hat.

Yakko poked the hat. "Comfy, Dot?"

"Little snug, but I'm good." Her voice came out, muffled from the fabric. "Wait… Wakko, why do you have a tire in here? It looks like it belongs on an eighteen-wheeler!"

"Nuh-uh, I'm not taking that out! You leave that alone!"

"But why? Why not in the gag bag?"

Wakko crossed his arms, scoffing. "Maybe I like being able to pull an eighteen-wheeler tire out of my hat."

"...I can respect that."

Yakko chuckled; he had really missed the two. "Alrighty then," Yakko concluded, "let's get going."

The two brothers climbed out of the vent with Dot in tow. As Wakko threw all the trash away in a nearby garbage can, Yakko was amused to see Dot's tail sticking out the back of the hat. It made Wakko look like he had a single dreadlock.

The tunnel to Poseidon Plaza was up the stairs. As they ascended, Dot peeked under the hat's rim. "What's with the icicles? I'd have thought seashells or fish would be better theming, ya know, cause 'God of the Sea', or would that be too bland? Considering we're already under the ocean."

The boys hesitated a few steps away from the door, dread pooling in their bellies. Yakko spoke first. "Uhhhhh, Cohen had these doors locked for months, so I… I'm not sure…" The Warners became aware of a chill emanating from the door, like an entrance to a freezer room.

When they got close enough to the door, it opened upward, and the three kids gasped in shock. Every surface of the tunnel was covered in thick ice! The entire tunnel looked like a giant walk-in freezer. Yakko knew if he paused for much longer, he'd completely lose his nerve. So, taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Race ya!" Sliding into the tunnel, he laughed at Wakko's protests that he wasn't ready. He was beginning to lose momentum when Wakko crashed into him like a curling stone, sending him spinning off to the side. Wakko crowed in victory as all three of them laughed.

The laughter died away when a sharp gasp came from Wakko's hat. Dot's hand reached out to point at what startled her. It was a body. The two boys just stared at the corpse, unphased. Dead bodies were a common sight in Rapture these days; it was just a fact of life after the Civil War. But for Dot, she had never seen what the 'angels' truly looked like.

The moment Yakko saw the inside of the tunnel, he knew there would be bodies, frozen bodies. He knew Cohen had locked the door and turned off the heat, completely aware that there were people trapped inside. Yakko started the race in hopes that they'd slide past them.

Interestingly, this particular body wasn't frozen. In fact, it had recently been burned. Or perhaps, Yakko thought, thawed would be a better word. He turned to his siblings. "This looks like Jack's handiwork."

Wakko's eyes scanned about, eventually landing directly above the corpse. "I think you're right," he pointed out where he was looking, "look up there." The ice on the ceiling had the silhouette of a man with his arms spread out.

A small voice meekly spoke up. "Wa-wait, you think he was frozen to the ceiling?!" The hat was trembling. "H-how could he have gotten up there in the first place?" Wakko stared pensively at the body, but his older brother already had a pretty good idea.

"Simple," Yakko said bitterly, "the poor sap was posed like that."

He felt Wakko and Dot eyeing him expectantly. Yakko was staring deep into the tunnels with his arms folded against his chest. When he didn't elaborate further, Wakko prompted him. "You think… Cohen did it?"

Yakko shook his head. "Nah, Cohen wasn't here to do that." He spotted an audio diary frozen to the wall. Walking over, he hit the play button. A raspy voice began to speak.

You think you gonna finish me in here, you old fruit? The other saps you tossed in this meat locker all panicked like rabbits. I just watched and waited. And when they started to kick, I started to scavenge. Made myself a little Splicer cocktail, I did. If you can't come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart. And the iceman cometh, Sander baby. The iceman fucking cometh.

The words gave Wakko and Dot goosebumps. Yakko was shaking too, but not from the cold. Dot tapped Wakko's head. "Is it my imagination, or is Yakko getting shorter?"

Indeed, Yakko's boiling rage was melting the ice beneath his feet. He could remember that voice belonging to the disdainful Martin Finnegan. In the early years of Rapture, Cohen would 'discipline' Yakko by locking him up in a dark room with nothing but his echo and shadow to keep him company. It was all he could see or hear for a time. He would later learn that he had been observed and used as a model for paintings. While Yakko and his echo were banging on the walls, pleading to be let out, Finnegan would be watching him, using Yakko's anguish and despair as his muse. And now Finnegan had been preying on his fellow man.

His brother poked his arm, advising him to move lest he get stuck.

"I'm gonna go find Finnegan and take his picture." Yakko's tone allowed for no argument. "You can start showing Dot the ropes." He stormed off and Wakko watched him go, discomforted.

"You're just going to let him walk off by himself?" asked Dot, incredulously.

Wakko, looking above his head, rebutted. "Well, I didn't hear you speaking up either. Anyway," Wakko decided to move things forward, "you wanna learn about scavenging?"

She was quiet for a moment before she asked the dreadful question. "You mean looting dead bodies, don't you?"

Wakko sighed. "That's part of it, yeah. But we aren't grave robbing, we're scavenging." To demonstrate he rifled through the corpse's pockets. He didn't find much, but then again if Jack had already come through, the man would've searched the body already.

Wait, what's that? Next to the body was a very beat up and boiled can. It took Wakko a second to figure out what it was, but once he did, he grinned. Not only did Jack not take the paint thinner, he made sure no one else could either!

Finding a can of paint thinner on a corpse was always a problem for the toons. Yakko didn't want his brother touching those cans so most of the time they had to leave it behind. Wakko hated doing that because then another splicer would take it for themselves. However, there weren't any better options, for they had no means to safely handle the stuff. If Wakko put a paint thinner in his gag bag and it broke open… "Hey Wakko, whatcha looking at?"

Wakko filled her in and a memory came to him. "One time, I had this idea to destroy the thinner containers. I placed it right in your Mister B's path and he flattened it like a pancake."

"Cool!" Dot said approvingly. "Why didn't you do that more often?"

"Well, when Mr. B crushed it, it still made a puddle on the ground… and you almost stepped in it."

"Oh."

"Yeah, Yakko and I just about had a heart attack."

"But I didn't step in it, did I?"

Wakko grinned. "Nope! You noticed the puddle at the last second, and told Mister Bubbles to get rid of it." He started to chuckle. "Then he put you on his shoulder and tried to stab the floor with his harpoon."

As they both chuckled at the memory, Dot noted that the man was wearing a ring. "That, Dot, would be grave robbing, and we don't do that."

"Ohhhh, I get it!"

Meanwhile, Yakko explored the tunnel and looked for Martin Finnegan's body. Part of him wondered if this was a fruitless task. He remembered what Finnegan had looked like, but it had been nearly two years and who knew what all the splicing had done to his face. At first, he ignored the frozen bodies, figuring that they'd been dead too long for Jack to have killed. However, he wasn't finding any fresh corpses, a fact that was becoming more and more disconcerting.

Feeling a bit bored, he decided to take photos of various statues as if he were touring a museum, not editing them in any way. To his surprise, some photos contained descriptions of the subject, detailing the abilities and weaknesses. Neato! I wonder… He turned the camera on himself and took a selfie. Excited, he looked at the photo. Cartoonus Characterus? Now there's a cop out if I ever heard one! Out of habit he placed the other pictures in his slacks with a mental note to give them to Jack later.

After he shoved the mental note into his pants, Yakko found the entrance to the plaza. To his dismay, the door to Poseidon Plaza was frozen shut. It wasn't just a layer of ice covering the locking mechanism, the door was practically icebound! Impassable, unless all the ice was melted.

If Jack came through here, he would have melted the ice. Yakko stroked his chin in thought. That means either someone refroze it or…. OH CRAP!

Yakko leapt in the air, limbs flailing about, as he made a quick turnaround. I left them alone! I gotta get them out of here! Never should have brought them! I-

Yakko slapped himself in the face. No Panicking! Be Calm! Don't panic like a rabbit, that's what he wants! Don't give him the satisfaction. Taking a few calming breaths, Yakko looked about the place.

There were a half-dozen frozen statues in the area. None of them were close enough to be identified from where Yakko was standing. But were they dead, dying… or waiting? Yakko didn't dare move from his spot by the door as he tried to think of a plan.

Eventually, Yakko did the only thing he could think of, yak!

"Well, well, well!" he loudly drawled, "if it ain't Cold Man Finter!" Over enunciating, he continued. "Snow this is where you've been chilling? Ice setup you got here!"

Among the deafening silence, Yakko thought he saw one of the statues quiver. A reaction! Very good. If any of the statues were Finnegan lying in wait, the man would be too distracted to find Wakko and Dot.

"Icy you've been decorating!" Yakko morbidly wondered if Martin posed his victims before or after they died. "Bit of a stiff reception, but you've always given me the cold shoulder." He figured, from his own brief stint as a plaster statue, that the people would be able to hear him from inside the ice. "Ya know, I snowtimes think about visiting you, just for the hail of it, but I kept getting cold feet. Hope you weren't too lonely in this ice-olation."

A couple statues were visibly vibrating now. Keep it up, Yak, he told himself, and if he attacks, it's nothing you haven't dealt with before! "Just wanted to slip in and let ya know ole Sandy Coconuts has frozen you to be part of his Master Freeze. If you ask me, he's on thin ice, but you know how he is, gotta have that major breakthrough."

The silence was shattered along with one of the statues to reveal-

Bwahahahahahahahahha! Jack could hardly stand up straight as he let out hoots of laughter. The happy sound echoed through the tunnels. It was a sound that had become so foreign to Rapture of late; so different from the horrible cackling of the splicers and the distorted giggles of Little Sisters.

All of Yakko's attention honed in on Jack's laughter and the rest of the world seemed to fall away. All that existed was Jack's laughter, that he caused. Yakko felt a high that he hadn't felt in over a decade.

I did that!

Jack was in front of him. Did Jack walk up to him or did Yakko walk up to Jack? The man was picking him up. Wait! What? Yakko felt his body being pulled out of the way of an ice blast.

Oh, right, Finnegan!

Yakko maneuvered himself onto Jack's back, peering over the man's shoulder to see the furious disciple in a peacock mask.

"Hiya Marty," Yakko waved jovially, "snow ice to see you again!"

Jack snorted as he dodged a barrage of ice blasts. "It would appear," Jack said, still dodging. "That this guy. Has snow sense of humor."

Yakko chuckled again, "Icy what you did there!"

"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Finnegan roared.

Yakko lifted a finger, "…I think you mean… shut the hail up."

The disciple gave an enraged, exasperated groan, and snarled, "so, the old grape not only sent an errand boy, but his pathetic little pet too. I've always said art should be seen, not heard."

Yakko and Jack glanced at each other bemused, and the toon cocked his head at the disciple. "I think Mozart and Shakespeare would beg to differ," Yakko said teasingly.

Jack concurred with Yakko, "I'd think your boss, Sander Cohen, would beg to differ!"

Yakko stage-whispered in Jack's ear. "Marty once told me he prefers still life."

Martin Finnegan grunted, and addressed Yakko. "You consider yourself a work of art?"

Yakko gestured to the statues, "I've seen your work; you consider yourself an artist?"

Jack guffawed, covering his mouth. Finnegan growled at the escaped noise, "You should have stayed in your pose."

"What can I say?" Jack smirked. "He cracked me up!"

Yakko sprung up to sit on Jack's shoulders and gave Jack enthusiastic applause, only to yelp and fall back down when Finnegan vanished before their very eyes. Jack could feel the little toon trembling against his back.

Not a fan of Houdini Splicers, huh kid? Jack commiserated, and braced himself for an ambush.

Finnegan's voice permeated the chamber. "You were barely serviceable as a muse. I told Sander to restrain you, but he wanted me to capture every last movement." The voice let out a puff of air, cluing Jack in on his position. "Waste of my time."

As the voice spoke, Yakko had become very still, only letting out a small whimper in response. Jack, angered by the reminder of the toon's former treatment, readied a specific plasmid. He turned his head just enough to peer over his left shoulder. "Yakko," Jack whispered, continuing when he saw an ear twitch, "move your head to the right."

Yakko was about to ask why when he heard little buzzing sounds. Yakko quickly obeyed and Jack threw his left hand backwards over his shoulder to shoot a swarm of bees directly into Finnegan's face. As Finnegan shrieked and swore, Jack dashed for cover. The bees wouldn't distract Finnegan for long. Yakko was looking at him astounded. "H-how did you know where he was?"

Jack bore a smug grin. "Those Houdini's always sneak up behind you."

Yakko cocked his head at the revelation. "Huh! I guess they do!"

Suddenly, Finnegan had again appeared directly behind them, just as Jack said he would. The disciple had finally got rid of the bees, his mask all askew due to the insects stinging beneath it.

Yakko couldn't help himself. "Ya know, I've heard the best way to keep bees from stinging you is to freeze in place." He smirked, "I thought that was your specialty."

Finnegan seethed. "I never understood why the fruit found you worth keeping, you disgusting rabbit."

Yakko rolled his eyes at the latest attempt at designating his species. "I'd say the same back, on principle, but that'd be a lie." The toon wiggled his eyebrows, sneering. "The Coconut never shut up about how much he liked your caboose."

As the bird-faced splicer sputtered, Jack spoke up. "Oh yeah, Cohen even told me about that!"

Yakko turned to face Jack. "No kidding!"

Jack shrugged. "His exact words were 'Finnegan admired my paintings and I admired his carriage' and I assumed he meant…" Jack took entirely too much enjoyment out of watching Finnegan's already-melted face melt even further into indignation.

Yakko snickered into his hands, and in a sing-song voice, shouted, "it didn't mean trains!" Then, looking the happiest Jack had ever seen him, the toon turned to face a bare wall, blew a kiss, and exclaimed "GOODNIGHT, EVERYBODY!"

What was he looking at? Jack barely had time to wonder as Finnegan recovered. Screaming in outrage, he sent the biggest ice blast yet toward Jack, which he held off with incinerate. One of the statues thawed in the wake of his flames. The splicer was weak, stumbling around and barely coherent. When the splicer saw Yakko, he stumbled toward the toon, hissing "Wherez heeee?" Yakko pointed at Finnegan and the newly-unfrozen splicer charged at the disciple. His attack was enough to distract Martin, as Jack quickly melted another statue. Then another, and another until there was only one left.

Finnegan was able to dispatch every splicer that charged him, but doing so took the energy out of him. Jack had used the distraction the splicers had created to hide behind a nearby wall, Yakko having hidden behind the last remaining splicersicle. The disciple, assuming Jack ran away, shouted at the top of his lungs. "TELL SANDER, I'M COMIN' FOR HIM!"

Yakko snrked, having to cover his mouth with both his hands to keep himself from giving away his position. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jack hunkered down behind the wall. Crossbow in hand, Jack grinned at Yakko and mouthed 'Do it!'.

With the grace of a figure skater, Yakko leapt from behind the frozen man and called out, "Are ya sure want to use those exact words? Ya know he won't hear 'em like ya mean 'em!" Using both hands, he blew a massive kiss, conjuring a giant cartoon heart from his lips. It had a massive bullseye painted on the side facing Jack.

"GOODNIGHT, EVERYBODY!"

Before Finnegan could react, Yakko jumped high into the air as an incendiary bolt shot through the giant heart and into Finnegan's chest. He stumbled as he burst into flames. Finnegan was dead within seconds.

As Jack and Yakko caught their breaths, the sound of applause came over the radio. "That was bracing!" Cohen sounded entertained, "Take a photo of him, and place it in the Quadtych." Sander's excited giggling made Jack feel unclean. "I'm feeling full, like an expectant momma!"

Now that was an image Jack definitely did not need to think about. He looked incredulously at Yakko, who concurred wholeheartedly. "Good-night, everybody," the toon murmured unenthusiastically, as he took the photo.

Jack searched the body, finding a gene tonic, which he pocketed for later. Yakko watched Jack, remembering only now that Jack told him to wait in the vents. Normally, Yakko would brush off angry or disappointed adults (Sander Cohen was a different story), but he didn't want Jack to become one of them. Gathering his thoughts, he tugged on Jack's sleeve to get his attention. "I know you said I should wait for you to get me, but it didn't feel right making you do the dangerous part all by yourself. It's not that I was disobeying you, though I do have a well-earned reputation for not listening to grown-ups, I thought I could give you some backup, I'm sorry if I got in the way-"

Jack put a finger in front of Yakko's mouth, quieting his increasingly fast speech with a smile. "You weren't in the way, buddy," he gently reassured, "I just wanted you to feel safe. It was a good thing you showed up," he grinned, "I really needed a good laugh." Jack saw Yakko's pupils turn into twinkling stars. Suddenly, the toon hopped into Jack's arms and gave him a big comedic kiss. Jack sputtered, wiping his lips with his hand, then chuckled, placing the toon back on his feet. "You're welcome!"

Yakko then tilted his head. "Uh, about that, you feeling okay? I honestly didn't realize you were a statue back then." He rubbed his head. "If I had, I would have tried to thaw you sooner. I've been there, it's not fun."

"I'm fine, he just took me by surprise." Jack looked over and saw the iced-over door leading to the plaza. With a snap of his fingers, the ice began to melt.

Jack heard Yakko gasp, and when he turned to ask the problem, the teen flinched, looking rather embarrassed. "I'm sorry! Your sweater, I kinda…" he trailed off, ashamed. Jack looked behind himself and realized his sweater had several large tears from Yakko's claws.

Jack sighed, but patted Yakko on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he reassured. "Truthfully, I'm amazed it held up this long." Yakko was staring at his gloved hands, which now had their finger tips worn off. Jack asked Yakko, "Were you attacked by a Houdini splicer?"

Yakko looked up at Jack, and nodded. "Cohen is one of 'em. You're not scared of them, Jack?"

Jack shrugged. "I was at first," he admitted, "but after surviving their attacks, I've learned how to handle them." He knelt down to Yakko's level. "Their attacks rely on fear, and when you stop fearing them, they become predictable."

Yakko wondered if Wakko knew this about the Houdini Splicers. He had avoided asking his brother how he handled splicers because it was always difficult for Wakko to talk about the people he used to know. But maybe, he mused, if I phrase the question the right way, it won't be so bad.

At the thought of his family, Yakko abruptly turned back toward the entrance of the tunnel with a worried expression. Jack, sensing what the issue was, spoke. "Why don't you give Cohen the picture and I'll clear a path; we can meet up later?"

Yakko nodded in agreement. "Oh!" The toon exclaimed, "Before I forget…" Pulling the photos he'd taken earlier out of his pants, he handed them to the man. Jack raised his eyebrow at the action, but accepted them with a thankful smile. He then asked "So, you use your pants like Wakko's bag?"

"I call them slacks, and yes." Yakko confirmed, "Wakko can also keep stuff in his hat."

"What does your sister use?" Jack asked without thinking. Before he could rethink that question, Yakko grinned an enormous, toothy smile. "If you ask her nicely, I'm sure she'll show you!"

With that, the teen toon bolted off into the distance. Yakko skidded to the end of the hall as though he were ice skating. Before he went around the corner, Jack called out to him. "Yakko, wait!" Yakko paused, feet flopping around as though struggling not to slip on the ice. "Nice teamwork earlier!"

The toon gave Jack a smiling salute and slipped away, literally. Jack laughed to himself, shaking his head as he turned to enter Poseidon Plaza.

The eldest Warner exited the tunnels and stopped abruptly. There were corpses at the bottom of the steps; corpses that had not been there earlier. He stood frozen like the statue in the tunnel, gazing at the bloody mess beneath him. It was carnage, with one splicer all over the wall and a giant hole in his torso. Looks like a Mister Bubbles wanted to file a complaint with the locals. But never mind that, WHERE ARE WAKKO AND DOT?

He was saved from his panic when he heard the familiar knock being tapped from a nearby vent. In two bounds, Yakko eagerly leapt over to peer inside. Dot poked her head out and gave her brother a relieved smile.

"There you are!" the sassy girl began, "I was beginning to think you'd never show up!"

Yakko was about to climb into the hole when he heard a whirring sound. He turned and saw an unarmed security camera on the ceiling pointed directly at him. Cohen was watching, Cohen was waiting, and if Yakko went into the vent without first putting the photo in the frame there would be consequences.

Reluctantly, he dropped from the vent. "Dot, I'll be right back."

"What!?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to take care of something. I promise I'll hurry right back."

He sprinted to the Quadtych, trying his best to ignore Dot angrily calling after him. Yakko didn't blame her, the Warners had always embraced a "family first" mentality to what was probably an extreme level by a normal person's standards. This fact pulled Yakko's growing anger at Cohen to the surface. However, pausing in a camera blind spot, he literally repainted his face into an acceptable expression. Returning the paintbrush in his slacks, he dashed into the Atrium and onto the stage, to the 'masterpiece'.

Placing the photo of the melting Ice Man, he hopped back to 'admire' the progress, as the demented artist belted out his joy in a sing-song voice. "It's coming toge-ther!"

Nodding exaggeratedly, Yakko agreed. "It sure is, yes sir! Noooo doubt about it!"

Then Cohen sighed dramatically, "but there will always be doubters."

Yakko's ears drooped at Cohen's abrupt change in mood. "Uh, I'd never doubt you, sir."

"I know you'd never doubt me, my dear Songbird. But the Moth…"

"Whaaaaat? Who, Jack?" Yakko laughed as if the idea was absurd. "Naaahh, he's totally a believer in you, I mean. In fact, he-"

"Good," Cohen interrupted the yakking. "You know I could never… stomach… doubters."

Yakko gulped. "All too well, sir. All too well!" Looking up at the ceiling, he added "I even told him about it myself."

"That's my good little bird!" Cohen sweetly crooned. "How it warms my heart to see you being obedient for your master. Not needing to go back in the cage, we never have to use the cage again, do we dear?"

Yakko was shaking his head the moment the word 'cage' entered the conversation. The cage meant the dark room. He kept his smile plastered on his face as he asked a question through his teeth. "Anything else, sir?"

"Ah, yes, one last thing." Another statue rose from the stage trapdoor, holding a gift-wrapped box. "Give this to the Moth, as a token of my appreciation."

Yakko deftly removed the present from the dead splicer's ankles, the poor fellow had been posed in a handstand. "Kay, well, I'm gonna get going. Those photos won't take themselves, amirite!" He sped out of the atrium, diving into the nearest vent. Once inside, he released a breath he had been choking on for the last five minutes, only to get pounced on by the two little Warners.

They were squeezing so tightly, Yakko could barely breathe. "H-hey sibs," he stuttered cheerily, "have I got a story to tell you guys."

Looking down, he saw Wakko nod. "We have a story to tell you, too!" Yakko then looked at Dot, who was still clinging tightly to him with her face buried in his fur; she was trembling.

"We followed you, we heard everything!" Wakko explained sullenly.

Yakko's ears drooped. "Everything?"

Dot pulled her face out just enough for him to see her face was bright crimson; there was steam emanating from her ears. Guess they really did hear everything, thought Yakko; fortunately, he knew just how to calm her temper.

With some effort, he pulled Dot off his body so he could hold her up at eye level. "You're the cutest when you're angry, isn't she, Wakko?"

As Dot's angry face turned into confusion, Wakko said his bit. "Never looked cuter!"

Dot shook herself. "Stop it, guys! This isn't funny. We've got to do something about that 'artist'!"

Wakko answered her. "I told you before, we will have our chance." He shook his head. "We can't just run out, anvil-whack-happy, it won't work! And besides, you're still recovering."

"Recovery-schmuvery, I don't need hammerspace to ruin his day!" To prove her point she unsheathed her claws. She grinned maniacally. "All I have to do is get him trapped somewhere and Mr. B will do the rest!"

"Okay, I admit, that's not a bad plan."

"Uuuhhhh," Yakko got their attention, "as much as I enjoy this topic, I wanna know how things went for you. When I came out of the tunnel, I saw a bunch of new dead bodies lying around, do you two know anything about that?"

Wakko and Dot suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Wakko eventually spoke up. "We had quite a time, Yak." Dot was staring at the floor.

Yakko pulled them in close. "Tell me what happened, sibs."

Wakko and Dot exchanged a glance. "Sis, you want me to tell it, or…"

"I'll tell it," Dot said firmly. "It went like this..."