Hey everyone! I'm back again with another chapter! YAY! Okay just a heads up, but this a pretty short one. Not as much action with all the characters as I would like, but this is how it came to be. Now before I let you guys off reading I'd like to thank you guys for the reviews I've been getting. Thanks so much for your reviews. They really help a lot. Alright guys while you read I'm just gonna be over there. (hides behind bomb bunker) Zekko still trying to get his revenge on me from last chapter so wish me luck and hopefully I can avoid him. Anyways happy reading everyone! :)

CHAPTER 13: ROTTEN LUCK

If he doesn't get his grubby hands off me for the last time…

Scowling to himself Wakko ignored the last poke from Gekko. The toon was an absolute pain and he wasn't making this already crowded back seat any easier. Oh how badly Wakko wanted to smack the amused smirk off his face. His hand was basically itching for the mallet he had stored within the depths of his hammerspace. Stupid Gekko…

"Am I bugging you Wimpy?" Gekko sneered poking the side of Wakko's head.

I could've chosen the middle seat, but noooo! Wakko thought eyeing Yakko who was already chatting up a storm with his new older brother Zekko. Both equally too engulfed in their own conversation, and Zekko bombing the poor Scratchansniff with endless questions about the car's numerous buttons, neither were noticing it as Wakko was trying to get Gekko off his back.

He couldn't help at this moment feel slight envy at the fact Yakko had been smart enough to take up the middle seat. The back was still crowded, yes, but at least he was free from this guy's endless tormenting! Seriously, didn't Gekko have anything better to do? There were plenty of other people he could annoy, so why him?!

"Getting on my nerves, yes." Wakko grumbled.

Gekko chuckled and Wakko cursed to himself. He can't ever get some good luck on his side can he?

"Aw am I making the wittle guy upset?" Gekko cooed, flicking a finger under his chin gently.

Wakko scowled and harshly swatted the toon's hand away. Gekko shook his hand grimacing at the stinging pain he got from the hand slap, but just as quickly did the grimace come did he smirk.

"Oh you fight back don't cha?" Gekko said, dark humor coating his already deep voice. "I like a challenge."

Wakko could feel a chill run down his spine under the toon's deviously grinning face. He didn't like the sound of this at all. Overall he didn't like Gekko at all. The guy, just like his brother Zekko, wasn't exactly keynote when it came to giving good first impressions. Wakko found it unsettling how he was always trying to cook up a fight. He always made the first moves; snapping insults, being too close for comfort with poking to the head and arms, and lastly just all the time plain annoying. It already felt like this car ride had been going on for hours without end instead of the thirty measly minutes Wakko has been counting off the watch he continuously brought up to check. Much to his own dislike the ride back to the studio from the prison was about an hour. With every minute that passed that mallet was getting harder to avoid. As of right now Wakko's mind was scrambling to kick off the motivation to actually attempt the mallet pounding instead of just sitting there cowering like some frightened little kid.

"...now Yaks quit being a sore loser-hey Gekko?"

Gekko's head switched over to Zekko so fast Wakko could've sworn he heard the bones in his back pop.

"Huh?" Gekko said.

Zekko smirked. "As much as a little rough housing here and there is so fun, I believe we can save that for when we're out of the cramped car. Ain't I right Waks?"

Wakko almost didn't notice Zekko's question. Turning at the toon, just briefly did Wakko notice the 'just go along with it' look from Zekko before he raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for an answer. Slight confusion fell upon Wakko's face. Was he helping him?

"Um...I guess?" Wakko managed to say.

"Exactly." Zekko said right after Wakko answered. "Now Geks I think you can leave your brother alone till we get to the lot, can't ya?"

Wakko glanced at toon and nearly gulped seeing the close to murderous glare Gekko was giving him.

"Sure thing." Gekko said through gritted teeth.

"Good! Now as I was saying-wait what does this do?!"

As Yakko and Scratchansniff both went back to scolding Zekko for the last time, Wakko slid back into his seat still wary of the furious toon next to him. After a few seconds he thought Gekko actually did listen to Zekko and began to relax, attempting to for once get comfortable in the limited space he had in the back. That moment of peace didn't last long.

Wakko gasped slightly as the front of his turtleneck was grabbed by a blue gloved hand. He winced as Gekko had also pulled some of the fur on his chest, but that quickly turned into a frightened stare.

"Let's get one thing straight here." Gekko hissed bringing Wakko close to his furious face.

Wakko looked to the others, but no one was looking. Yakko was trying to stop Zekko from unlocking the car's hood, Scratchansniff was frantically telling Zekko not to touch any more buttons, while the sisters weren't paying attention to any of this. They were both too bored and unaware of what was going around them to actually see what was going on. With a quiet yelp, Wakko felt it as Gekko had pulled him closer to his face.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He snarled, voice still low enough to go unnoticed by anyone else.

Wakko chuckled nervously trying to get from Gekko's grip.

"Don't forget what Zekko said." Wakko said in a panicky tone. "To rough house at the lot remember-gah!"

Gekko's grip on the fur of his chest had tightened. Under a grimace Wakko looked to the toon's furious eyes.

"As I said." Gekko reminded him. "Let me make one thing straight here."

"How about vertical?" Wakko suggested. Maybe a joke could lighten the mood?

Gekko's rage filled eyes told Wakko the joke hadn't helped in the slightest.

"You're annoying me." Gekko said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Wakko looked confused as the toon raised his other hand, close enough for him to see. Then he stiffened in fright when Gekko unshielded his claws. With an amused smirk on the toon's face Gekko placed one clawed finger under Wakko's chin, his fur bristling as the claw gently went through the little fur under his chin.

"Nothing good happens when I'm annoyed." Gekko said sinisterly, grin on his lips.

Wakko felt himself sweating as Gekko poked the single claw on his cherry nose.

"I don't care how we're related or the fact that we are. As long as I'm concerned you-" Gekko applied slight pressure on Wakko's nose making him cringe."-and your siblings are no sibs of mine. We're never going to be brothers and I never asked for another brother so don't even try to get along with me because I'll make your life a living hell if you do."

Gekko once more placed the single claw under Wakko's chin getting him to look directly into his eyes. With the applied pressure under his chin, Wakko whimpered quietly. He had been right. His claws were sharp. He could feel its tip almost piercing into the skin underneath his chin. It wasn't pleasant at all.

"And by the way…" Gekko began once more, a blank expression on his face. "Even if your brother's our guardian, that doesn't mean you're in charge of me. I call my own shots. Don't need some fraidy-cat telling me what to do. If you dare try to even order me around like some cheap shot..."

Gekko chuckled deviously splaying out his clawed fingers in front of Wakko's wavering eyes.

"I have plenty of ways to get rid of cheap shots."

With another tug of his sweater, Wakko's nose was only an inch from Gekko's own nose.

"Remember that Wimpy."

After what had seemed like an eternity, the grip on his sweater was gone and Wakko fell back into his seat. As if that little chat had never happened, Gekko retracted his claws and turned to his seat window, head in the palm of his hand watching the outside views pass by.

Wakko let out a quiet and surprisingly shaky breath. It slowly was coming to him how scared he had been of Gekko in that moment. His heart was racing, sweat had begun to form on his brow, and he was still trembling. With a shaky hand Wakko fixed the position of his sweater, smoothing out the wrinkles on it with intense concentration. After this little chat with Gekko, Wakko was glad about one thing and one thing only. He hadn't brought out his mallet. He really didn't want to find out what Gekko would've done if there was a mallet threat. Wakko had already seen the toon when he felt threatened. There'd be no telling how this guy would act if there actually had been threat...

Now Wakko really wished he had taken the middle seat.

Sheesh...talk about rotten luck. Hopefully things will turn out better next time for our toon friends.

"Hello Queenie!"

(jumps in fright) God Zekko! Don't do that!

"Can't help it. You're too fun to scare."

Gee thanks.

"By the way..." (takes out remote control)

Wait Zekko what are you doing? Don't press that button! DON'T PRESS-

(presses button) "Hehe. Bye Queenie!"

(trap door opens under author, author falls in) AAAHHHHH!...(sound fades, door closes)

(chuckles deviously) "Looks like the Queen really has left the building." (turns to readers) "Hey don't forget to review! I'll be seeing you all next chapter. Bye!"