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Happy Ides of March
#animaniacs#yakko wakko and dot#yakko warner#wakko warner#dot warner#the warner siblings#animaniacs 2020#ahhhh happy ides of March#I like to think they are on their way to spontaneously attack someone on the lot#most likely dr scratchinsniff#maybe the ceo#affectionately of course#it is in no shape or form because they enjoy causing problems on purpose#used warmer tones then I usually do to try convey the warmth and happiness I feel during this time#only quick and messy#this is in my queue I hope I donât hate it when it posts but itâs only been a week so probably not#what a joyous occasion if anyway wants to add any headcanons onto this let me know would love to see
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BatB AU: Beyond the Wall Ch 29
AN: I havenât forgotten this story or Pinky Unleashed! Trying to get back into writing but itâs been hard lately because of work.
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â-it is ze perfect opportunity, your Highness! Announce your return to your subjects, and zey will flock to you in no time! A long lost prince will be ze talk of the century! Zeyâll recognize you as Prince Brain once zey see your jeweled crown!â Â
The crown laid on a velvet pillow, its appearance unassuming. Yet Brain knew that if he tried to put it on, heâd only feel his old horns burying deep into his skull.Â
Brain wished Dr. Scratchinsniff wouldnât refer to him as prince or any related monikers when the title had no honor or meaning behind it. Even after two months of freedom, he still couldnât make a final decision about reclaiming his throne or allowing his brief reign to fade into obscurity.Â
âStop calling me that,â Brain snapped. âIâm only supporting Pinky for this outing, and nothing more. I will not be taking that ridiculous crown with me, and I will not be addressing anyone as a prince!âÂ
He slammed his fist into the wall, the echo thundering around the room.Â
Dr. Scratchinsniff only raised an eyebrow at Brainâs outburst, his eyes obscured by his round, thick glasses.Â
âDo you really want to hide in this castle forever?â he asked, calmly waiting for Brainâs answer.Â
But he couldnât think of a good response for that question.Â
Brain slowly unclenched his fist, his hand dropping to his side. He looked away, feeling rather self-conscious about striking the wall. He was getting better about not striking objects whenever he felt angered, but he still slipped up every now and then.Â
At least Pinky hadnât seen it. He was currently making plans with his father, and Brain didnât want to tack on any extra worries for him. Though Pinky tried to be upbeat about seeing his old friends again, he couldnât completely hide his fear of the village. Brain had seen the hesitance in his eyes.Â
â...this discussion is over,â Brain said quietly, backing away from Dr. Scratchinsniff. He didnât know how to answer, and it wasnât a matter he wanted to prioritize right now. âIâŚIâm going to check on our supplies.âÂ
He fled to the carriage outside, where several stableboys were hitching Pharfignewton to a cart. She whinnied and raised her head in greeting, alerting the stableboys to his presence.Â
They all paused in their work and waited for Brainâs orders.Â
âI want to make sure weâre prepared for the journey,â he said, doing his best to sound authoritative. His voice and tone sounded completely wrong to his ears though.Â
He was nothing more than a royal impostor. Â
If anybody noticed that he was only looking through the supplies to distract himself from the pressures of an uncertain future, they didnât comment on it.Â
The heavy crown sat in Brainâs lap against his better judgment. He wasnât sure why heâd brought it along. It had been an impulsive, split-second decision to dig it out from the West Wing.
âFirst time out of the castle in years, and you decide to stare at a piece of metal instead of enjoying the wonders of nature,â Yakko said, shaking his head. âUnbelievable.â  Â
The lanky teen was sitting atop a chest full of food, generously prepared by Flavio so they wouldnât be famished on the road. The wooden cartâs wheel slammed into a large rock, and Brain tensed, unused to the roughness of traveling by cart.Â
To most royalty, it was a crude method of transport more suited for commoners who couldnât afford the gold-plated wheels and velvet seats of a luxurious carriage.
But nobody wanted to be cooped up inside for the journey to the village, so they opted for a cart with plenty of room to move around instead. And Pinky seemed all too relieved that he wouldnât be stuck inside a carriage.Â
âI wasnât staring,â Brain mumbled, sheepishly setting his crown aside. âI was pondering.âÂ
âLike thereâs a difference. Câmon, boss. Enjoy the fresh air! The sunshine peeking through the trees! The birdsong! The mosquitos sucking your-â He slapped his arm and grimaced. âOkay, maybe not that last one.âÂ
But as much as Brain wanted to enjoy the outdoors, he wasnât able to see his own castle through the trees anymore. It was nerve-wracking to be so far from the stone walls that had been his haven for years.Â
Better to remain in the cart, where it was somewhat enclosed and safe.Â
His companions didnât share his misgivings. They all relished their freedom in a way that Brain couldnât.Â
Yakko lounged atop the swaying crates, the possibility of falling not even a concern to him. Wakko rode on Pharfignewtonâs back, while Pinky was seated on her head, reaching out to touch the spring buds along the low-hanging branches.Â
Walking alongside the cart was Lieutenant Benoit, who had grown into a reliable knight from the uncertain rookie heâd been before the curse. Though Brain had asked Mathias to come along for this excursion, the elderly captain had declined due to his stiff back, recommending Benoit in his place.Â
Come to think of it, Benoit had been taking on a lot of Mathiasâ duties recently.Â
Though Mathias hadnât officially announced his resignation as captain of the guard, it was increasingly clear that he was planning for Benoit to succeed him.Â
Benoitâs head seemed to be on a swivel as he scanned the forest for any potential threats while controlling his horse, Creme Brulee, at the same time. Heâd allowed Dot to ride atop her provided the journey was peaceful, on the condition that sheâd get off immediately and hide in the cart if a threat presented itself.Â
Dot agreed, as long as she was allowed to launch projectiles from the cart to help fight off the enemy.Â
But right now, there was no need for the agreed terms.Â
No dangerous wild animals leapt out to attack. No thieves tried to follow them.Â
Then again, hardly anyone ventured to this section of the forest. Robbers would probably station themselves in more frequently traveled roads.Â
The path was overgrown with vegetation and rough with gravel and dirt. The passing years hadnât been kind to the roads, and Brain slowly realized heâd neglected their maintenance in favor of more grandiose pursuits when he tried to rule these lands before the curse.Â
The castle was still isolated from the surrounding region. The journey was too long and arduous for most people, unless they had the resources or were particularly determined to reach his home.Â
The isolation served its purpose well during the curse.Â
But now that it was over, the outside world had become new and terrifying. Dangers that used to be far away lurked closer than ever before.Â
What if the villagers sought revenge for their humiliating defeat? Or brought backup from any surrounding settlements?Â
Perhaps everyone could hold their own against a hastily assembled villager mob with breakable equipment, but they would be outclassed against any royal or military force.Â
He, Pinky, and everyone in the castle could be implicated for the Crown Princeâs death. Nobody would believe that Snowball, with his keen mind and accolades, fell to his doom because heâd ignored an opportunity to leave the castle alive.Â
The recovery team whoâd returned Snowballâs body to the village authorities had reported success in their mission, but Brain worried that the fabricated story wouldnât hold up.Â
Someone would be punished for the Crown Princeâs death. The king and queen were likely going to come up with their own explanation. Whoever they blamed would not come out unscathed.Â
He could only hope that he and Pinky would be overlooked.Â
The feeling of fingers brushing against his ear startled him out of his thoughts. He felt something light tickle his fur, his ear flicking involuntarily at the sensation.Â
A small pink blossom fell into his lap.Â
âOopsie, better fix that,â Pinky said, taking the blossom and tucking it against Brainâs ear again. Then he stepped back and admired his handiwork with a smile, clasping his hands in delight. âNarrrrf, I knew this color would match your eyes!âÂ
Pinky didnât know how to be stealthy if his life depended on it.Â
Had he really been so lost in thought that he didnât notice Pinky's approach at all?Â
âI thought you wanted fresh air,â Brain said, finally setting his crown aside. He looked away when the adoring gaze Pinky gave him didnât waver, somewhat embarrassed by the attention.Â
Yakkoâs snickering didnât help matters. He was clearly eavesdropping, and if Brain had his old strength, he mightâve toppled the crates the teen was perched upon for some much needed revenge.Â
He was about to take the blossom off when he noticed Pinkyâs tail flick anxiously, giving away his deeper emotions despite the silly grin on his face.Â
His hand dropped to his side. Heâd just have to leave it on for a little longer, at least until they arrived at Pinkyâs village.Â
It was a nice gift, but from Pinkyâs descriptions of his old village, he had the impression that standing out was highly frowned upon. To avoid trouble, theyâd need to blend in.Â
He was sure heâd be subjected to more staring and gawking than he ever wanted. He was a stranger and outsider to them, and his closest companion was their local outcast.Â
There was also the matter of the Warners. Despite the inherent danger of being recognized and captured, they all wanted to come along. Though it was probably better for them to release all their pent-up energy outside the castle, Brain still had his reservations about this arrangement. But when Pinky gently suggested that they might be able to find answers about their family and Warnerstock somewhere else, Brain was forced to concede his point.Â
His library could not provide the knowledge they needed. Pursuing the truth about the Warnersâ homeland would require some amount of risk-taking. Â
The Warner siblings had all jumped at the chance to learn more. Since theyâd threatened to sneak out of the castle if they were denied the opportunity, Brain had no choice but to allow them to tag along.Â
At least Pinkyâs father agreed to remain behind for his safety. Pinky wholeheartedly entrusted his health to the servants, and it was one less worry on his shoulders. Nobody knew if the villagers would react violently upon seeing them again.Â
Perhaps they didnât have a charismatic leader to fuel the flames this time, but that didnât make them any less dangerous.Â
âYouâre getting all broody again,â Pinky said, draping his arm over Brainâs head. Heâd developed a rather annoying habit of treating him like an armrest after the curse broke. âRelax a little, Brain! Weâve got all this lovely nature surrounding us! Itâs good for the soul!âÂ
Brain shifted his head, and because Pinky had placed most of his weight against him, he lost his balance completely. With a yelp, Pinky fell right on top of Brain and knocked him to the floor. Brainâs chin collided with the wooden beams, the wind knocked out of his lungs.Â
Pinky was lying on top of him, breathy laughter tickling his ear.Â
Once Brain could breathe again, he rolled onto his back, his nose bumping into Pinkyâs.Â
âHellloooo,â Pinky singsonged, drawing out the word for far longer than necessary. âFancy meeting a handsome mouse like you in a place like this.âÂ
Brainâs thoughts came to a complete halt as he stared into the depths of Pinkyâs bright blue eyes. He could only babble like an idiot.Â
Did he just call me handsome?Â
It was really embarrassing, but kind ofâŚnice? Was that the word? He wasnât sure if he knew what words were anymore.Â
âB-be quiet, Pinky,â he stammered, with less authority than heâd hoped to convey.Â
Pinky tilted his head inquisitively. âBut what if I donât feel like being quiet, Brain?âÂ
There was that little spark of defiance that infuriated and impressed Brain since the night they met. Pinkyâs eyes sparkled with mischief, and Brainâs confidence surged tenfold upon seeing them.Â
In a bold move, he snatched the collar of Pinkyâs dress, eliciting a shocked gasp. This time, it was Pinkyâs turn to be stunned.Â
âThen Iâll just have to silence you myself,â Brain declared. He yanked Pinky towards him, their lips meeting in a kiss that was just as wonderful as their first.Â
Pinkyâs arms wrapped around him, a blissful haze driving Brainâs worries away.Â
It didnât matter how far from the castle they were, or that they were kissing on the floor of a rickety wooden cart instead of a more ideal location.
It just felt right.Â
He heard the distant whinnying of a horse, but the noise faded into the background like everything else. The whinnies were quiet at first, but gradually became louder and more frantic.Â
Then Pinky broke off the kiss. He and Brain were shocked back into their unfortunate reality, where they couldnât just ignore the world around them in favor of each other.Â
It was regrettable, and Brain wished the moment lasted longer.Â
âPharfig? Is everything okay?â Pinky called out, his tail lashing anxiously. He quickly stood up, helping Brain to his feet before rushing across a wooden beam that connected Pharfignewtonâs harness to the cart.Â
The entire cart rocked violently as Pharfignewton reared up on her hind legs in panic, and her terrified neighs caused Creme Brulee to buck and thrash too. Wakko and Dot shrieked and held onto their saddles for dear life, but while Wakko was able to crouch down on Pharfignewton, Dot wasnât so fortunate. The reins slipped out of her grasp as she fell out of the saddle.Â
Fortunately, Benoit was close enough to catch her so she wouldnât be in the path of Cremeâs thrashing hooves.
âDot!â Yakko shouted, springing off the towering crates and onto the hard gravel path. He landed on one knee and winced in pain, but he shook it off as he sprinted to his sister. Benoit handed a wide-eyed Dot over to Yakko, who hugged her tightly the moment she was in his arms. âYou okay?âÂ
Dot mumbled something in protest as she half-heartedly tried to wiggle out of his grip. Apart from the brief scare, she wasnât injured. She voiced her displeasure as Yakko carried her back to the cart and set her down inside.Â
âI want to know whatâs going on!â Dot protested, stomping her foot. âI can handle myself, Yakko!âÂ
Yakko adjusted the flower on her head, giving her an unusually soft smile that was quite different from his carefree smirk.Â
âI know you can, Dot,â he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. âWhich is why Iâm jumping in first. So if I get into trouble, and thatâs a very big if by the way, you and Wakko can rescue me for a change.â Â
Dotâs eyes lit up. âAnd when we successfully rescue you, youâll give us your share of dessert!âÂ
At the mention of dessert, Wakko pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. But he forgot he was holding one of Pharfignewtonâs reins, which caused her to thrash even more. Wakko clung to the saddleâs horn as his lower body slid off her back, legs dangling in the air.Â
Yakko tried to move to his brother, but Pharfignewtonâs hooves were flying in every direction. He couldnât get close without risking injury to himself.Â
âEasy, PharfigâŚeasy now,â Pinky spoke in a hushed tone. He slowly climbed up Pharfignewtonâs neck until he reached the top of her head.Â
Though Brain worried about the risks Pinky was taking, Pinkyâs equine experience made him the best candidate to calm the spooked horses. Brain heard reports that even the newer horses had taken a shine to Pinky.Â
Pinky gently stroked one of Pharfignewtonâs ears, humming softly to himself. Pharfignewton gradually stopped thrashing, though her hooves remained restless.Â
âItâs okay. Youâre okay, Fig. Think about nice things, okay?â Pinky murmured. âBlue skies, bales of hay, big grassy meadows, sugarcubesâŚâÂ
While Pinky listed everything Pharfignewton liked, Wakko was able to lower himself to the ground safely. He ran over to Yakko and enveloped his waist in an enormous hug.Â
âKeep dreaming about that dessert, sibs,â Yakko said, picking Wakko up and setting him into the cart beside Dot. âI donât love you two nearly enough to give up Flavioâs chocolate cream puffs.âÂ
âNot faboo,â Wakko muttered.Â
Dot shrugged. âIt was worth a shot.âÂ
Brain climbed to the top of the crates where Yakko had been sitting before. Theyâd arrived at a crossroads with two roads leading in opposite directions. The roads were smoother with old carriage tracks imprinted upon the soil, and the forest wasnât as dense and overgrown. It appeared these pathways saw more frequent use.
But from his vantage point, he saw no signs of highwaymen or dangerous wild animals, though he worried someone was lurking nearby. They could be trying to provoke the horses on purpose as a distraction, leaving the group vulnerable enough for an attack.Â
He didnât have the strength of a beast anymore, but he refused to sit back without putting up a fight.Â
Nobody would ever harm the inhabitants of his castle again.Â
Unfortunately, Pinky was completely disregarding his own safety, and Brain found that trait particularly irksome.Â
âCome back to the cart, Pinky!â Brain shouted.Â
â-and yummy apples, the wind in your mane, sparkly pink ribbonsâŚâ Pinky said, his voice deceptively calm so he wouldnât scare Pharfignewton. But his ears were folded back from fear.Â
He didnât react to Brainâs warning.Â
Pharfignewton stopped kicking, but her hooves still clopped against the ground like she was ready to bolt at any moment.Â
Above the chaos, Brain heard the voices of boisterous men.Â
âSomeoneâs coming,â Benoit said, quickly calming Creme before dropping into an anticipatory stance. His hand flew to the hilt of his scabbard hidden under his traveling cloak.Â
âFor the last time, that part of the forest is cursed! Ainât no way Iâm venturing in there again!âÂ
âYou want your wife to cook some real meat or what? We might be able to bag ourselves an enormous stag if we travel off the beaten path! Itâs more filling than those scrawny rabbits youâre always coming back with!âÂ
âEven if we do manage to find a stag, those greedy pigs are just gonna steal all the best parts for themselves! Weâll be lucky if weâre left with bones!â Â
â-and Iâm tellinâ ya, weâre livinâ in the end times! We failed to contain the horse of conquest! The horses of famine and war are already living among us! And the pale horse of death âŚis right over there!âÂ
A trio of disheveled men emerged from the trees. The oldest swayed from side to side as he walked, the barrel of his musket waving recklessly in the air. Brain tried to push away the rising anxiety he felt at the sight of the weapon. That man was clearly inebriated and had no business wielding one.Â
The second man was significantly larger than his traveling companions, with faded red blotches staining his frayed shirt. There was a sharp butcherâs knife strapped to his waist, and Brainâs side ached at the reminder of the fatal wound that anyone else wouldâve remained dead from.Â
The last man only carried a long coil of rope over his shoulder. His eyes flicked nervously at the forest around him, paranoid that something was going to ambush them.Â
His paranoia wasnât entirely unfounded.Â
Brain spotted the black tips of Yakkoâs ears poking out from behind the undergrowth that lined the road. He slowly crept towards the men, circling around until he was positioned behind them. Wakko and Dot were huddled together in an empty crate in an attempt to be invisible, though their bodies were tense and ready to spring into action if needed.Â
He couldnât call out to Yakko without giving away his position. He was definitely scolding him later for his recklessness though.Â
âMay I ask you gentlemen to restrain your friend?â Benoit asked as Creme shuffled back several paces. âHeâs scaring my horse.âÂ
The other men finally paused their argument, taking notice of the group for the first time. Their scrutinizing eyes raked over Benoit, Brain, the horses, before finally landing on Pinky. Their brows furrowed at the sight of him.Â
âH-hello, Jacque. Gerald. Dick,â Pinky stammered, shrinking away from their gaze. âItâs, um⌠been a while. Is everyone in the village doing alright?âÂ
The fresh spring air turned cold. Even the forest fell silent.Â
Geraldâs fist clenched at his side. âAlright? Our village is under occupation because your idiocy got Prince Snowball killed, and you have the nerve to ask us if weâre alright? You donât have the decency to stay and face the consequences either!â
Pinkyâs ears flattened in horror. âUnder occupation? IâŚI donât understand-âÂ
âWhy am I not surprised?â Dick scoffed, gesturing to his torn clothing. âYou ran away, right when the royal family blames us for the Crown Princeâs death and sends their army to steal everything! Our money, our food, our livelihoods! Thereâs a group of soldiers whoâve taken up lodging in my tavern and they refuse to pay a single livre for board!âÂ
Brain recalled the warning in Slappyâs letter.Â
Be careful when you head into town. Troubleâs brewing.
She mustâve been referring to the occupation of Pinkyâs village.Â
Word of Snowballâs death had traveled swiftly to the king and queenâŚhis parents. They ordered this occupation as a punishment, and the end goal was to slowly break the villagersâ spirits until there was nothing left but abandoned buildings.Â
He shouldâve known there would be retaliation. The mysterious death of the Crown Prince could not be ignored.Â
âDonât matter what we bring back on this hunting trip,â Jacque slurred. âRabbit, deer, songbirdâŚthe soldiers will take âem and leave us with nothinâ but cheap rum and pig slop. And youâre just livinâ life like nothing ever happened. Shoulda stayed in the asylum where you belong.âÂ
Pinky didnât defend himself. He only turned to Brain with a helpless, pleading look in his blue eyes.Â
Primal, furious instincts flared within him that he hadnât felt since the enchantment.Â
âThatâs enough!â Brain roared as he stormed up to the men. He climbed onto Pharfignewtonâs head and pushed Pinky behind him. Pinky clung to him, his body trembling. Feeling Pinkyâs fear only enraged Brain further. How dare they frighten a kindred spirit like Pinky! âDonât ever speak to Pinky that way! In fact, donât speak to him at all for the rest of your miserable lives!âÂ
âHumph. And just who do you think you are?â Gerald scoffed. âYou clearly know nothing about this traitor youâre defending.âÂ
A prince whose crown costs more than all the money youâve made in your pathetic career, Brain wanted to say, though he barely restrained himself from revealing his identity.Â
âI amâŚa traveling merchant,â Brain replied through gritted teeth, forcing himself to stick to the fabricated story that Dr. Scratchinsniff helped him prepare before they left the castle. He swept out his hand to indicate the crates behind him that supposedly hid his wares. âPinky is my valued partner in trade. And I wonât tolerate your slander towards him.âÂ
Dick didnât hold back his mocking laugh.Â
âValued partner?â he scoffed.Â
âDoncha even know who youâre workinâ with?â Jacque wheezed, which quickly turned into a raspy cough.Â
âOf course I do. And who I choose to work with is none of your concern. Benoit!â Brain clapped his hands sharply. Benoit stepped in front of Pharfignewton, unsheathing the hilt of his sword from its scabbard. Startled, the trio of bullies backed up once they saw a real weapon. âThis man is our bodyguard. He protects us and our wares when weâre on the road. Heâs also been trained by the Swiss guard, the finest protectors in all of Europe. If you want him to remain right where he is, I suggest you get out of my sight.âÂ
Dick and Gerald stepped back, pulling a protesting Jacque along with them.Â
â-lemme go!â Jacque protested, kicking his legs as his stronger companions dragged him along the road. âI was a dueling champion in my prime! Iâll take âim on myself!âÂ
âIâd love nothing more than to put you vagrants in your place,â Gerald said, throwing a scathing look to Pinky and Pharfignewton, and they both withered under his accusing gaze. âBut you all appear more well-fed than us, undeserving as some among your company are. Weâre stuck trying to preserve our weapons for the hunt. It wouldnât be fair at all.âÂ
âFair? Youâre one to talk about fairness, you jer-umph!âÂ
Dot quickly slapped her hand over Wakkoâs mouth before he could leap out of the crate and attack the villagers himself. His head popped up, but she pulled him back down before someone noticed him. A series of thumps came from within the crate as the siblings fought each other.Â
Though Brain worried that their inability to control themselves would result in more trouble, the villagers only cast nasty, judgmental glares over their shoulders as they disappeared into the forest.Â
But Brain couldnât relax yet. Not until they were completely gone. Theyâd blamed Pinky for their misfortune and threatened him over and over again. He wouldnât put it past them if they planned an ambush. Nor did he want them to discover the Warners. The outside world had no idea they were still alive, and it needed to stay that way until the looming threat of King Salazar was over.Â
Long, slender fingers massaged his scalp. Though Brain ignored the sensation and tried to focus on looking out for any surprise attacks, he gradually found himself sinking into Pinkyâs gentle touch.Â
âPoitâŚI think theyâre gone now, Brain,â Pinky said. âYou donât have to be all bristly and growly anymore.âÂ
âYou canât be sure of that, Pinky. They seem-wait, I was growling?â Brain asked, his hand flying to his throat in embarrassment.Â
If he wanted to re-enter society someday, he needed to cease his old beastly habits. Sometimes it was easier said than done, considering that he hadnât been a mouse in five years.Â
Then Pinky clasped Brainâs hand within his own.Â
âYou were,â Pinky confirmed. Brain looked away, pushing back the awful thought that all his progress had been reset. Deep down, he knew it was just a small setback, nor would Pinky think of him any differently, but it was frustrating regardless.Â
To his surprise, Pinky kissed him on the cheek. Then he smiled, a light blush coloring his face.Â
âI donât mind though,â he said, brushing tears away from one eye. Brainâs free hand came to rest against Pinkyâs side. He never could figure out what to say to Pinky when he started crying. âThose guys we metâŚth-they said a lot of horrible things to me and my family, did a lot of horrible stuff to us tooâŚbut when I heard you, I knew Iâd be okay in the end. SoâŚthank you, Brain.âÂ
âI-IâŚumâŚsure,â Brain stammered before clearing his throat. Pinkyâs adoring gaze had caught him off-guard once again. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
The nearby shrubs rustled.Â
Brain instinctively threw his arm in front of Pinky. If those men thought they could strike so soon, he was going to make them regret it.Â
âYou lovebirds can calm down. Theyâre not gonna harass us anymore,â a familiar voice said.Â
Yakko emerged from the undergrowth, brushing away sticks and leaves from his fur. Upon seeing everyoneâs shocked faces, he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand.Â
âDid I miss a spot?â he asked blithely. âHard to tell without a mirror.âÂ
Brain forced himself to relax, though he wasnât pleased with the false scare.
Wakko and Dot burst out of the crate the moment they heard their older brotherâs voice, barely giving him a chance to climb into the cart before leaping on top of him. Yakko only laughed when their combined weight knocked him down.Â
âNext time, weâre not gonna wait on you!â Dot complained as she forcefully squeezed Yakkoâs abdomen. âWakko almost got us discovered!âÂ
Wakko scowled at her, to which Dot stuck out her tongue in response.Â
âYou have no idea what I saw in the village that night! Pinky offered all the food he had to those jerks, then they threw it on the ground and called him names! They tied up Pharfig and tried to kill us and everyone we care about!â Wakko protested. âSure, we beat them up when they attacked the castle, but it seems like they havenât learned their lesson at all!âÂ
He stomped his foot in frustration.Â
Pinky remained silent, only rubbing his arm in discomfort. There was a deep-seated pain in his sky-blue eyes despite his earlier reassurance that he was alright. Even with multiple heart-to-heart conversations, Pinky was still wounded by the villageâs cruelty.
He never fully admitted all the details of that night, though it was likely for the best. Brain knew he wouldnât be able to refrain from any revenge fantasies if he discovered the true extent of the torture they put Pinky through.Â
Then Yakko winked at his siblings.Â
âDonât worry. I have a feeling that could change rightâŚaboutâŚnow.â He flicked his finger over to the forest.Â
There was a chorus of distant screams, followed by a flock of alarmed songbirds fleeing into the sky.Â
âIs that something we should be concerned about?â Brain asked.
The forest was a dangerous place, and they were too far from the castle to send for backup. He still wasnât comfortable being out in the open like this.Â
âLetâs just say I put together a little surprise for our special friends,â Yakko said cheerfully. âYou know, something to thank them for being such wonderful neighbors to our dear Pinky.âÂ
Pinky smiled bashfully. âAww, donât make me blush, Yakko!âÂ
He was too focused on the compliment to recognize the scathing sarcasm in Yakkoâs tone.Â
âYou couldâve been noticed,â Brain said. But he couldnât be entirely mad at Yakko when his ploy went off without a hitch. âAnd next time you pull a trick like that, kindly invite the rest of us along to serve as witnesses.âÂ
Dot pounded her fist into her open palm. âAnd let me get a proper shot at them too! I have to make good use of my fists!âÂ
âAnd Iâll bring the mallets!â Wakko added.
As the Warners continued to discuss all the tools and implements they could use to scare anyone who threatened the castle in the future, Benoit cleared his throat.Â
âCreme and I will follow behind the cart for everyoneâs safety, Prince Brain,â Benoit said as he concealed his scabbard beneath his cloak. âIâd rather not take any chances with those brutes lurking around.âÂ
Brain found it awkward to be addressed with his title when he still wasnât sure about reclaiming it. But he tried to lift his head high, pushing down his discomfort to address the future captain of the guard.Â
âA wise idea, lieutenant,â Brain said.Â
Once Benoit took up his position in the back, Pinky flicked Pharfignewtonâs reins. She bolted like the wind, forgetting that the cart was still attached to her. Brain almost fell off Pharfignewtonâs head from the force of her sudden movements, but Pinky quickly caught him and slowed Pharfignewton with assurances that the men wouldnât be back any time soon.Â
But Pinky still appeared uneasy, even though they were traveling at a faster pace now that the road was smoother and the trees werenât so dense. Pharfignewton passed by a pond full of clear, blue water and lilypads that laid just a short distance from the road.Â
The Warners eyed the pond eagerly, its call too alluring for three excitable kids to resist. Pinky glanced at the pond, but his face fell in disappointment.Â
âItâs strange. We shouldâve run into other people by now,â Pinky said, wringing his tail anxiously. âThereâs lots of guys who like to travel to other villages when the weatherâs good. And kids are always swimming in that pond when itâs thawed out.â
Brain was prepared to call out warnings to hide if someone came along, but there was no need for it. They seemed to be the only ones on the road.Â
âIf your village is truly under occupation, then the army is likely controlling whoever enters and leaves the area,â Brain said. âThey donât want somebody to run to another village for help, nor can anyone leave for leisure activities. Those imbeciles mentioned they would have to give up their catches to the soldiers, so their hunting trip mustâve been allowed under certain conditions.â
Dot made an indignant noise. âSo those jerks are just allowed to hunt by themselves? I wouldnât give them anything to do without twenty guards surrounding them at all times!âÂ
âTheyâre likely facing consequences if they donât comply,â Brain said. âBasic necessities withheld, revoked privileges, perhaps prison time if someoneâs feeling particularly vindictive. They might go after loved ones too, just to make their point clear.âÂ
He didnât meet Pinkyâs eyes. All the pain theyâd inflicted on Pinky was now being dealt tenfold to them.Â
Serves those fools right, Brain thought, but he didnât voice it out loud. He saw the horror in Pinkyâs eyes, and he realized that even if their former aggressors deserved it, Pinky would never want anyone to experience the terror he was forced to live through.Â
âBut Geraldâs got seven kids! And Dick has a pregnant wifeâŚI think. Or was that his mistress? And JacqueâŚwell, his son skipped town one day and never came back, but heâs probably got someone who cares about him!â Pinky protested. âThey canât do this to the villagers! Itâs not right!âÂ
But the kingâs orders were law, so the occupation was perfectly legal.Â
Brain didnât expect Pinky to have a thorough understanding of French laws and customs. He never had the extensive education that the upper class received to ensure they would uphold tradition and the power of the monarchy.Â
But as rigorous as his childhood curriculum had been, Brain was starting to believe his education was sorely lacking in some areas.Â
Heâd spent his entire life behind stone walls, never truly experiencing the world he was destined to rule. His books all claimed France was a glorious and prosperous empire, but through his conversations with Pinky, heâd learned that reality was different from what the authors wanted him to believe.Â
France was not as prosperous as he once believed, if Pinky never had a permanent home before the castle and spent his teenage years giving up what little food he could afford to his father and Pharfignewton.Â
While Brain had his own set of problems, poverty and hunger had never been personal concerns for him.Â
He had the feeling Pinky wasnât alone in experiencing these issues. Everybody in the kingdom was affected whether they knew it or not, and nobody in the royal family was lifting a finger to resolve the problem.Â
Or they arenât ignorant of the kingdomâs problems at all. We already know theyâve censored information about Warnerstock.Â
Learning of the villageâs occupation had only cemented Brainâs suspicions that heâd been hesitant to believe for all this time.Â
The royal family was actively oppressing all of France.Â
Heâd spent his entire life believing that everything they did was for the benefit of the kingdom, but that wasnât true in the slightest.
They only ruled to benefit themselves. Every law was designed for their own comfort and security, and harsh punishments awaited anyone who dared to break or challenge them.Â
France allied with King Salazar during the invasion of Warnerstock, and the Warner siblings were forced to flee their homeland. Pinky stood up to the Crown Prince when nobody else would, and his family and friends were threatened and nearly murdered in a raging battle. Â
If I hadnât experienced everything Iâve been through, perhaps I couldâve ended up like myâŚno, like the royal family.Â
He owed so much to Pinky for leading him into the world beyond his castle. It was a debt that Brain would never be able to repay, not that Pinky would ever ask for any favors in return.Â
Brain patted Pinkyâs back. Pinky shuddered at his touch, then took a deep breath and settled down from his righteous anger. He gave Brain a tiny smile, though it was still marred by anxiety.Â
âThis road leads to the village center. Itâs market day, so thereâs gonna be a lot of people around,â Pinky quietly said as he tugged on Pharfignewtonâs strap. She turned to the right, slipping onto a narrower, unpaved side path that snaked through the trees. âI donât think any of us want to be seen though. The trees open into a meadow not too far from here. Nobody visits the meadow anyway. We can cross it until we get to my cottage.âÂ
âYou were always looking at my scenic paintings when you first came to the castle,â Brain said. âIs this the same meadow you wanted to bring me to?âÂ
Pinkyâs ears perked up, his blithe spirit coming back in full force. âOh, Brain! You remembered!âÂ
Brain wasnât prepared for the crushing hug he received in return. It drove all the oxygen from his lungs, and he heard the traitors that called themselves the Warner siblings laugh at his plight in the background.Â
If his newfound family killed him for the second time, he swore to haunt them all from beyond the grave.Â
After an eternity, Pinky finally released him. âI canât wait to show you my favorite hill! It has a lovely view of the sunset!â he declared.Â
Brain gasped for air, only responding with a nod.Â
âThen we can watch the clouds, blow on dandelion puffs, tiptoe through the tulipsâŚwait, no those were daisies. The village could never afford real Dutch tulips. And weâll have a big picnic with Slappy and Skippy before they leave! Itâll be-hey, do you hear something?âÂ
A loud, cheerful voice echoed through the forest, accompanied by the chaotic strumming of a guitar.Â
âHello my baby, hello my honey!Â
Hello, my ragtime gal!âÂ
Brain didnât recognize the tune, but he figured it wasnât meant to be sung with a very pronounced lisp.Â
Dot wrinkled her nose, sharing Brainâs distaste for the cacophony. âUgh, canât that guy serenade his girlfriend without those stupid pet names?âÂ
âDunno, I kinda like it.â Yakko waved his hand like he was conducting an orchestra, much to Dotâs visible dismay. âSounds catchy.âÂ
âBoysâŚâ Dot muttered. âGo fig.âÂ
Wakko stood on his tiptoes, one hand lifted to his ears as he listened to the song. Â
âOh, itâs a kiss I require!Â
Baby, my heartâs on fire!âÂ
To everyoneâs surprise, it was Pinky who belted out the lyrics. He hummed for several more seconds before he realized everyone was staring at him, to which he only shrugged his shoulders.Â
âDonât you guys know Hello, My Baby? It was a real hit in tavern shows a few years back. Everybody and their mothers were singing it.âÂ
Pinky seemed utterly baffled that he was the only one in the group whoâd heard the song before.Â
âWe were out of the loop, Pinky,â Brain reminded him. âWe missed plenty of âartâ, and I use that word with a loose definition, because of our isolation.âÂ
âTell me about it!â Yakko complained. âIâve been reading and rereading and retreading all the Hercule Poirot books we have! The eighth book ended on a cliffhanger where Poirot gets knocked unconscious by the villain and ends up chained in the Tower of London! Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to read that and wonder what happens next? Iâve been making up scenarios and conspiracy theories in my head for THREE! WHOLE! YEARS!â Â
He yanked on his ears in a rather overdramatic fashion.Â
Pinky tapped his chin thoughtfully. âWell, thereâs a small bookshop in the village. The owner always gives me spare parchment to take to Papa. He can be a little paranoid, but heâs nice enough. He can help you find what youâre looking for.âÂ
Though it seemed unlikely, a small bookshop could contain books that the royal library might not have. Impressive and expensive as royal collections were, the strict censorship laws would keep them from stocking certain books. On the other hand, a bookshop in the middle of the countryside would be free to hoard all the pages they pleased, including forbidden topics. Â
âMaybe heâll have something on Warnerstock! Weâll finally have a lead!â Dot exclaimed. But her joy was short-lived when the singing voice hit a series of ear splitting notes that would surely make Beethoven and Mozart spin in their graves if they were ever to hear this insult to music everywhere.Â
âWill somebody stop that racket already?â she bellowed, covering her ears with a pair of pink, fluffy earmuffs.Â
But Wakkoâs tail wagged, and he had no intention of stopping the horribly off-key song. âI know that voice!â he exclaimed. He jumped out of the cart and rushed ahead to a stone bridge that stood above a flowing creek, hauling himself over the edge so that he was balancing on his toes.Â
The singing was coming from under the bridge.Â
âWakko, if you donât get back here right now, Iâm gonna sit on you for the rest of this trip!â Yakko shouted.Â
Wakko didnât pay attention to him.Â
A million excuses ran through Brainâs mind in case the singer turned out to be a soldier or another hostile villager. They couldnât afford to be discovered so soon. He needed to come up with a good explanation for their presence.Â
The water rippled, and a black duck emerged from the shadows. He held a cattail reed under his beak as he sang, completely oblivious to his surroundings. Â
âIf you refuse me, honey, youâll lose me!Â
And youâll be left alone! Oh, baby!Â
Send a letter and tell me Iâm your-AHHHHH!âÂ
Before anybody could stop him, Wakko leapt off the bridge and crashed into the helpless duck below. The duck let out a strangled cry as the impact forced them both underwater for several seconds. A string of bubbles rose to the surface.Â
After a few seconds, they came back up. The duck flailed and screamed as he resurfaced, trying to shove Wakko away from him. Â
âHEEEELLLP! POLICE! DICK TRACY! THE COAST GUARD! IâLL EVEN TAKE CARROTBRAINS IF IT MEANS GETTING OUT ALIVE!â he yelled, black feathers standing on end.Â
âItâs great to see you again, Daffy!â Wakko exclaimed. He was unbothered by all the shouting.Â
âFor the last time, kid! My name is Daffy Duck! D-A-DOUBLE F-Y SPACE IN THE MIDDLE D-U-C-K!â Daffy screeched, the force of his voice blowing Wakkoâs ears back, who only laughed in response. Then Daffy dislodged Wakko and dangled him in the air, holding him as far away from his body as he could. A surprised smile crept onto his beak. âHold the mustardâŚyou called me Daffy. You actually remembered my name.âÂ
Wakko nodded. âOf course I do. You helped save my family! Iâll always remember that!âÂ
Now Brain recognized Daffy from the post-curse celebration. They only met briefly when Brain had offered compensation to the allies Wakko recruited for the battle, and that meeting was enough for him to know that he needed to keep any valuables away from this avian at all times.
Though Brain expected Daffy to be exuberant and attract the wrong sort of attention with his constant shouting, the duck quietly set Wakko down on the creekbank.
âPardon me, kid. Just got a little pebble in my eye,â he said, dabbing his beak with a long reedstalk. âI always knew you were my favorite of Williamâs brood. Shame he never got to see you smash olâ Beezleboob in the kneecaps. He wouldâve gotten a kick out of it.â
âWilliam? As inâŚKing William?â Pinky asked, his voice low so the Warners didnât overhear.Â
Daffy spoke about the deceased king with some odd familiarity, like they were personally acquainted at some point.Â
Brain had presumed anyone whoâd known King William and Queen Angelina were either six feet under or lived far away. Their pursuit for knowledge only included books and other written documents, however few there were. If there was anyone in France who personally knew the former rulers, theyâd be hiding their secret for fear of punishment.Â
Even if the source wasâŚdaft, for lack of a better word, they couldnât let this opportunity slip away.Â
âWait. You knew Dad?â Wakko asked.Â
âKnew him! Ha!â Daffy laughed, slapping the water like it was the funniest joke heâd heard in his life. âI lived like a king myself because of that guy! He was always inviting me and my entourage to the palace as honored guests! Exquisite food, more jewelry than a dragonâs hoard, a crystal clear pond to swim in! I personally arranged entertainment for William and Angelina at every major banquet! Those were the days!âÂ
Yakko and Dot climbed out of the cart and joined Wakko on the creekbank, their usual energy subdued. Dot was so close to Yakko that she appeared glued to his leg.Â
Daffyâs wistful grin dropped, his gaze raking over the siblings, horses, and mice.Â
âWow. Big group youâve got there, kid,â he tugged on the white line at the base of his neck. He probably regretted opening his beak.   Â
Yakkoâs face was unusually serious. The teen seemed older than his fourteen years, and though he bore his responsibilities with a smile and witty jokes, raising two children when he was hardly any older than them was draining on him.Â
âPleaseâŚtell us everything you know. About Mom, Dad, and the country of Warnerstock.â
End AN: Finally I can advance the plot of this story! It's so exciting to be able to finally put all my ideas in writing.
Brain is finally getting some real world experience. He'll need it in case he ever decides to reclaim the throne.
Pinky's trauma isn't really over. Good thing's he got an entire defense squad there for him.
And Daffy returns with a huge splash! Totally for plot reasons and not just cause he was the most amusing side character to me and I wanted to bring him back as soon as possible. As for what he was doing in the woods by himself, he was catching fish for his dinner because he didn't want Bugs' carrot soup.
#pinky and the brain#animaniacs#beauty and the beast au#pinky and the brain fanfiction#yakko warner#wakko warner#dot warner
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Brotherly Love: A Taboo Animaniacs Fanfic (Part One of Seven)
I warned you this was coming (check the tags). I told you, dog.
I was an older teenager when I wrote this. I'm pretty sure I had started college at the time. Somebody shared a dorm room with me while I was writing this nonsense. Possibly, they were writing similar nonsense; I went to a weird college.
Readers of my other account (that I haven't yet connected to this one) might recognize that I tried to rework this into a James/Meowth fic (but didn't get very far). Apparently, mapping Meowth, James, and Jessie onto Yakko, Wakko, and Dot might not work as well as I had previously thought.
Anyway, DEAD GOODFEATHERS: DO NOT EAT
Content Warning: Consensual romantic relationship between two siblings (just because I wrote about it in a story doesn't mean I'd do it; I have a sibling and I would never get bizzay with them); aged-up characters; terrible attempt at writing Scratchansniff's accent out phonetically; exhibitionism; questionable knowledge of psychology; big emotions, including: *extremely Gonzo voice* GUILT and *extremely Septa Unella voice* SHAME SHAME SHAME (ding ding); Yakko angst
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All was quiet over Burbank that Thursday night. Yakko Warner sat on the balcony of the Warner Brothers Studio water tower, gazing over the city lights.
His two younger siblings, Wakko and Dot, were worn out from that dayâs antics and were soundly sleeping in the bedroom the three shared. They hadnât even stirred when Yakko closed the door of the water tower. Yakko should have been tired too, considering he wreaked just as much havoc as his siblings, but he had a lot on his mind.
Lately, heâd been having these âfeelings.â They were similar to the ones he got when he looked at Hello Nurse, but more intense. Hello Nurse was pleasing to the eyeâveryâbut that was it. He merely liked looking at her, notâŚ.doing things with her, like what he wanted to do with the object of these âfeelings.â
The Warners didnât age, being toons, but Yakko figured he should still have gone through puberty by now. He didnât know much about this subject, having driven Ms. Flamiel off before she could teach them Health, but nevertheless, he was sure he wasnât supposed to be having feelings for the person that he did.
A cold breeze chilled Yakkoâs skin through his fur. He decided it was time to go back inside.
Before turning in, he decided to check on his siblings. Dot, on the bunk just above Yakkoâs slept relatively quietly, occasionally muttering about how cute she was. Actually, Dot did look pretty cute when she was sleepingâa trait not many people possessed. And Yakko certainly didnât expect the object of his affections to possess this trait, considering how gross he acted in his waking hours.
Yakko easily scaled the top bunk to gaze upon the object of his affection. His little brother, Wakko, lay curled up, pillowâs edge in his mouth, half-covered by the blanket.
Watching his brother sleep so innocently only forced the most dirty thoughts into Yakkoâs mind. Hastily, he tried to expel them. âThis is my baby brother! How could I ever think of doing those things to him?â
Looking shamefully down at Wakko, Yakko decided it was time for another cold shower.
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For once in his life, Yakko was the last Warner sibling to wake up. Usually that honor fell to Wakko, but Yakko hadnât exactly fallen asleep right after he went back to bed.
See, Yakko liked to talk. He talked almost every second of the day, to the point where Dr. Scratchinsniff threatened to duct tape his mouth shut. He even talked in his sleep, especially when something was bothering him. If Dot or Wakko had heard him, wellâŚ.he didnât want to think about it.
So one can imagine Yakkoâs sheer horror when he woke up to Wakko, sitting by his bed, staring at him.
âWakko, what are you doing?â Yakko shrieked, sitting straight up in bed.
âWatchinâ you,â Wakko answered calmly.
When Yakko realized that Wakko probably hadnât heard him talking in his sleepâotherwise he would have been a lot less calmâhe calmed down.
âI mean, what are you doing watching me,â Yakko said, more calmly.
Wakko shrugged. âYouâre usually the first one up.â
Yakko sighed, relieved. However, Wakko took it as a sigh of exasperation and immediately drooped.
âIf you donât want me to, I wonât do it anymore,â he said in a small voice.
Yakko rushed to comfort him. âNo, I donât mind you watching me. Hope youâre enjoying the view.â Yakko flashed a cheesy smile at Wakko. Wakko giggled.
âGod, what a cute giggle,â Yakko thought.
âI guess Dotâs already up,â Yakko commented, making the bed.
âSheâs in the bathroom,â Wakko answered, throwing off his pajamas. He searched around for his blue sweatshirt.
Yakko turned around to look for his pants and let out a short cry of shock. He was staring directly at Wakkoâs naked form. True, Wakkoâs back was turned, and he didnât normally wear pants, but stillâŚ. Yakko was fascinated by his brotherâs lack of self-awareness sometimes. He suddenly turned away. âStop gawking at your brother like that!â he mentally scolded himself.
âWhat happened?â Wakko asked, from under his shirt.
âI just stubbed my toe. I really should move the night table further away from the bed,â Yakko said, his eyes creeping slowly toward Wakko, who was still putting on his shirt and still naked.
At that moment, Dot came out of the bathroom. The minute she walked in the room, she shrieked. âWakko, put your clothes on!â
Yakko saw a devilish smile come over his brotherâs face.
âWhat if I donât?â Wakko challenged, lifting his shirt higher over his head.
Yakko, despite his conflicting emotions, turned to the camera, blew a kiss and said, âGoodnight, everybody!â
Dot only rolled her eyes. âWakko, if you donât put your clothes on, Iâll be forced toâŚ.â She thought for a moment, then grinned menacingly. âIâll be forced to call in a clown!â
Wakkoâs eyes bugged out, then he very quickly slid his shirt onto his body.
Yakko raised an eyebrow. âDarn. I was beginning to enjoy thatâWHAT?! NO!â He immediately slapped himself for thinking it. He put on his pants very quickly, hoping to hide the sudden protrusion.
As soon as the siblings finished breakfast, the phone rang. It was Dr. Scratchansniff, asking them to come in for their appointment.
Yakko was too consumed by his thoughts to even notice Hello Nurse, which really surprised Dot. Wakko, who was busy screaming, âHello, Nurse!â didnât seem to notice. Yakko felt a tiny pang when he saw his brotherâs reaction to the voluptuous blonde. âHow could I ever imagine that heâd feel the same way about me as I do about him?â he thought, sulking on the waiting room couch, oblivious to the bemused looks Dot gave him.
Dot gazed at Yakko. He definitely wasnât himself today. Normally, heâd be talking a mile a minute, planning out exactly how he was going to fracture Scratchansniffâs sanity this week. And if he wasnât doing that, heâd be happily looking at this monthâs (or last yearâs, depending on how diligently the magazines were replaced) issue of Toon Times. Today, he just sat there, looking as though heâd just been suckered into a conversation with Pip Pumphandle. Dot wanted to ask what was wrong, but she didnât want to pry. Besides, she thought, heâll probably be over it soon and be back to normal.
Dot, who wasnât interested in any of the magazines, turned to Wakko to find him blowing spit bubbles. âEw.â
Dot sighed. This was going to be a long wait.
Hello Nurse came out. âYakko, Dr. Scratchansniff will see you now.â
Yakko dragged himself off the couch and trudged into the office.
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Dr. Scratchansniff was shielding himself behind his desk, waiting for the inevitable explosion of Yakko entering. Honestly, every time the Warners came within a fifty foot radius of him, insanity and misery were sure to ensue. He couldnât have one appointment without Yakko making sarcastic comments, Wakko doing something gross, and Dot getting off-topic and leading him on a verbal wild goose chase. A this rate, he was never going to get these kids de-zanitized.
âVait a minute,â Dr. Scratchansniff thought. Instead of the usual noisy, zany greeting, he was hearingâŚ.silence?
The psychiatrist emerged from behind his desk to find Yakko, sitting quietly on the couch in front of him. He didnât even seem to notice the doctor; he absently traced the wrinkles in the upholstery with his fingers, a pensive expression crossing his visage.
Scratchy had never seen Yakko this quiet. Ever. Even if he wasnât talking, heâd usually be sitting there, smirking at the trouble that lay in store for the psychiatrist. Yakko didnât seem to be plotting any kind of chaos; he seemed to be lost in his own world.
Scratchy cleared his throat to get Yakkoâs attention. Sure enough, Yakko dragged his eyeballs up to meet Scratchyâs.
âOh. Hi, Scratchy,â he muttered lethargically, punctuating his speech with a heavy sigh.
âYakko, you seem to be awfully quiet today. Vhat seems to be zhe problem?â Scratchy asked, expecting Yakko to drop the act and start the chaos any second.
âNothing.â Yakko mumbled.
Scratchy noted this on his pad of paper. This seemed serious.
âYakko, if zhere ist a problem, you know you can tell me,â Scratchy said in a gentler tone. âDas ist vas Iâm here for.â
âOkay, but I donât think youâre gonna like itâŚ.â
âTry me.â
Yakko took a deep breath. âI think Iâm attracted to my brother.â
Scratchy raised an eyebrow. This was new. Heâd dealt with patients who had issues with incest, but it was a whole different story now that it was a Warner in the situation.
âYou think Iâm disgusting, donât you?â
Scratchy looked up from his notepad. Yakko was staring at him, a hurt expression on his face.
âNein, nein, I am not here to judge. Now, Yakko, are you sure zhat it is attraction you are feeling tovards Vakko?â
Yakko stared at him. âI. Want. To. Make. Out. With. My. Brother. Yes, Iâm positive Iâm attracted to Wakko,â Yakko retorted.
âHmmâŚ.â Scratchy wrote on his pad some more. Yakko couldnât take it anymore.
âYou gotta help me, Scratchy! Iâve been hiding it from him all along and itâs eating me up inside! Itâs only a matter of time until I slip up and say it or I say it in my sleep! I canât have my brother thinking Iâm some kind of freak!â Yakko jumped on Scratchyâs desk. âSeriously, Iâm starting to find his lack of hygiene sexy,â he whispered behind his hand.
âZhe only zhing I can suggest right now is writing zhese feelings in a journal. I vill have to zhink about zhis some more before going further,â Scratchy answered.
Yakko sighed, relieved. Maybe if he wrote his nasty little thoughts down, he wouldnât have the urge to yell them from the top of the water tower anymore.
âThanks, Scratchy! Iâll send Wakko in.â Yakko hopped off the desk and skipped out the door.
Scratchy knew heâd be able to refrain from telling Wakko about Yakkoâs feelings for him. However, he still wasnât exactly looking forward to this appointment. His office hadnât smelled right since the last one. Plus, he could never get very far in de-zanitizing him because he never said much.
âSo, Vakko, is zhere anything you vant to talk about?â Scratchy asked.
âLike what?â Wakko responded.
âLikeâŚ. Your relationship vith your siblings.â
âOh.â Wakko smiled. âItâs fine.â
âCare to elaborate?â Scratchy pressed.
âItâsâŚ.really fine?â
Scratchy sighed. âAnything else? How about your day?â
Wakko thought for a while, then perked up. âI actually got up before Yakko! But not before Dot.â
âGo on.â
âAndâŚ.she got into the bathroom first and took forever. So I didnât shower.â Wakko grinned. Scratchy rubbed his temples.
Dotâs appointment was a little better. Scratchy got more out of herâmaybe more than he wanted.
âSo, Dot, vould you like to tell me about your relationship vith your brozers?â Scratchy asked.
âTheyâre cool most of the time, but sometimes Yakko talks in his sleep, which gets really annoying because heâs always yelling, âHello, Nurse!â And Wakko can be kinda gross. Like today, he didnât take a showerâhe hasnât for two weeks nowâand he wouldnât put on his clothes until I threatened to sic a clown on him. Actually, now that I think about it, that was kinda funny.â Dot giggled.
Scratchy looked up in surprise. âHeâŚ.vouldnât put on his clothes?â
âYeah, and it really seemed to freak Yakko out. I donât know why, though, âcause they take baths together and they have the same stuff. Mostly.â Dot shrugged.
Scratchy was furiously writing on his notepad. Dot got bored and started balancing on her tail. She found that she could almost see Scratchyâs notepad.
âWhatcha writing?â she asked.
Scratchy held the pad against his chest. âNotes.â
âOh. â Dot got off her tail.
In the end, Scratchy didnât call them in for a group appointment. Based on his notes, he had a lot to work through before he even made a dent in their zaniness.
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Moral of the story: If you lock three volatile cartoon characters in a tower and expect them to stay sane after sixty years, you're playing yourself.
#animaniacs fanfic#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#yakwak#yakko x wakko#aged up characters#old fic#dead goodfeathers do not eat
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One of my favorite aspect of Wakkoâs Wish is how it gave almost all of the characters satisfying send-offs. But my favorite of these endings (other than Rita and Runt getting adopted by Scratchy) is Brain landing in position of power as the Prime Minister and Royal Advisor for the Warners, and using his authority to appoint Pinky as the stable worker so he could spend more time with Pharfignewton.
So after revisiting the movie, Iâm really curious as to how Brain landed in a position of power in the first place. Did the Warners just hold auditions/interviews to look for any capable and trustworthy adults for the job and all agreed that Brain was the most qualified candidate?Â
Because they had to fend for themselves for years without any adult supervision and after their run-in with Salazar, of course theyâd be skeptical of certain human adults. The siblings would be pretty suspicious of Plotz and Ralph after they shot cannon balls at them, Dr. Scratchinsniff and CEO Nurse are busy with their soda company, and they donât like The Mime. So Iâm wondering if Brain just walked in prepared to make a compelling case for why heâd be a qualified candidate, but Yakko, Wakko, and Dot take one look at this big-headed mouse and are just like âyes you, youâre now our royal advisor and the new prime ministerâ.Â
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Looney Duck Tales AU:
Who Framed Roger Rabbit is one of my favorite films. The first time I watched it was in middle school/junior high. The story and characters, the entire aesthetic appealed to me as a kid, but I looking back on the experience the most entertaining aspect of the film was the interactions between the actual famous toons. Mickey and Bugs. Daffy and Donald.Â
I lived for those scenes, absolutely loved them. It was such a cool thing to see these cartoon juggernauts, animated mascots for their companies to have casual, witty, and occasionally destructive exchanged with each other.
Point is I borrowed a bit from WFRR, specifically the Daffy and Donald thing and took it a step further that their creators may not have wanted. Here are some general outlines about this AU.
Itâs a combination of DuckTales 2017, Tiny Toons, The Looney Tunes Show, and Animaniacs, with the additional Disney animated shows that are more or less confirmed to exist in DuckTales.
@spacedpanini and @donaldtheduckdad because they patiently listened to all my junky rambles.
Daffy and Donald were piano duelists in Hollywood at the Ink & Paint Club; they were popular because they could never finish a song. As you know why.
They didnât like each other, but you donât have to like someone to f*** them. There was an established FWB relationship going on that everyone knew about.
This predates Donaldâs Navy career.
There wasnât a big blast off to the club or relationship; Donald wanted adventure and was getting bored, so was Daffy. They ended amicably -- whatever it was.
Donald was pretty well liked at the club, and his performances are archived on the clubâs website. Scrooge and Della do not know about this; none of the family does except Gladstone. Donald doesnât know he knows.
Daffy became a drifter for years until he met Bugs at the post office. (The Looney Tunes Show)
He does have a child born to his ex-wife, Melissa. He has EOW. (Plucky Duck)
Heâll never admit it to Bugs, but moving in with him was the worst/best decision of his life.
Babs Bunny is Bugsâ biological daughter. Buster was adopted at age three. Daffy moved in when they were six years (making them 12 -- same age as the HDLW in this AU)
Bugs and Daffy are in an open relationship. Theyâre dating Lola and Tina respectively, and theyâre okay with this arrangement.
Warnerstock is known for its rich history, culture, and long lost treasures.
Scrooge, Della, and Donald visited this country years ago.
The Warner Siblings (yes, the Warner sibs) are direct descendants of the last king of Warnerstock.
Yakko was 4 when SDD visited; he got along with all of them, though he annoyed the heck outta Donald. But Donald remains his favorite.
Della definitely had an intense affair/fling with the mom. It happens.
YWDâs parents died when Dot was an infant in a plane crash; they immigrated to America where they were raised by their parentsâ close friend, psychiatrist Dr. Scratchinsniff. Happily adopted.
If you want, youâre free to add your opinions and headcanons. Iâve got a semi-formed idea of what I want to go, so Iâll be working on future installments. I want to see these character interact one way or another.
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