#my boy’s a silent toon

[clockspur]

It fills you with DETERMINATION

[dudefromwormhole]

Here’s my random headcanon for Dandy’s World

Toons don’t swear, but if they would all of their swearing would be silenced. So it’d basically look like:

“Oh you m…………r”, which makes the swear word loose it’s entire vibe and energy, therefore making it… kinda meaningless to actually swear?

Even Shrimpo doesn’t swear cause it makes him seem silent, which he, of course, hates.

Also I think this applies to all except for Dandy and Vee, with first being an *as an elite best boi I am allowed to do what you can’t* and the latter getting actual beep noise, cause she’s a tv(or whatever they used for censorship in 90s to 2000s).

[beep-beep-sunny]

Day 1!! (Fashionably late) Reddie week- mythical creatures!! (Richie is a ghost)

Ghosts in movies are usually ancient beings of untold power or Victorian children in nightgowns with no eyes. Something ominous, right? Something grand and mysterious. 

"Are you gonna eat that?" The ghostly white and see through visage of a floating guy with coke bottle glasses and a shit eating grin asked from behind Eddie's back. 

Without even cracking a smile, Eddie responded. "You can't even eat, dumbass. You have no stomach."  

He somehow snorts with no physical nose. "I'm sure I could find a way to make an exception for something like that. Besides." He flew around Eddie as if he were swimming in air and tapped the side of his "glasses". "I don't have eyes, and yet I still have these babies." 

"Yeah, why do you do that to yourself, anyway? Are you even capable of taking them off?"

"That's not the point. The point is, I look devastatingly handsome in my glasses, so I keep them, and the cake would be devastatingly delicious, so why not enjoy it? I'm already dead. I gotta at least try to live a little. What do ya say?" He flared his fingers out as if he thought he really did something. 

Eddie stabbed a piece of the dairy-free gluten-free cake. One of the few treats he allowed himself. "No." 

"Please." Richie begged, bringing his not-face closer to Eddie's and puppy pouted half inside of his face. 

"No." Eddie continued, unfazed, and put the piece in his mouth. 

"Please." Richie said again, this time face to face, eye to eye, close enough to kiss if they could even physically touch. Instead, their faces were just partially merged. 

Eddie shrieked sharply and bits of cake fell out of his mouth and through Richie's face. "Oh gross, look what you made me do. If you're gonna pull this shit at least have the courtesy to be alive enough to clean up your mess."

"Another perk of being dead, Edwardo. Now about that cake." He said. 

"Oh my god." Eddie groaned, throwing his head back as he swept the hard cake crumbs from the floor. "You may be the one that's dead, but you make me lose my will to live." 

"I love you too." Richie chirped. 

After letting out a long, heavy sigh, Eddie stood up next to his plate and silently cut off a piece. 

"Ahhhh," Richie let his jaw unnaturally unhinge, like a snake, with his tongue lolling out like a Looney Toon. 

Eddie held the cake on the fork. "Don't get cocky." He held the cake out to him, keeping his hand under the fork to manage crumbs. Richie got close, too close, and put his mouth around the fork. The fork and Eddie's hands were fully visible through Richie's milky white head. Bits of the cake fell from the fork onto Eddie's hand. 

Richie kept trying, miming biting and licking, much to Eddie's disgust, but nothing happened. "Awww." He backed away, defeated. 

"I told you. We do this multiple times a week. What made you think the result would be any different this time?" He looked at him through his eyelashes, a headache coming in. 

"You're making it sound like you don't treasure our 'boy and his ghost' bonding time, Eds." 

"Boy? I'm basically middle aged!" 

"I hope not. If you're middle aged, I'm middle aged Eds." 

"You're dead."Eddie sighed. "Not sure if I should be more worried about your sanity or mine. You know what they say about insanity. Doing the same thing and expecting a different result or whatever. But I'm the one talking to thin fucking air and trying to feed it my dessert." 

"I don't know about thin. I've put on a few pounds in my old age. I'm middle aged you know." He smiled, wide and smug.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Eddie instinctively chucked his forkful of cake at him. Richie tried to catch it in his mouth, but of course, it fell to the floor. Richie wouldn't have gotten it anyway. He was a little too left. 

"Are you gonna clean that up?" Richie winked. "I'd help, but, ya know, dead." 

"I hate you so fucking much. What did I do to deserve this? Is it too late for the clown to just take me?" Eddie begrudgingly got the broom and stomped around, diligently looking for crumbs to sweep into his little pan. 

"Then you'd really be stuck with me, Eds. Till death do us not part. Because I'm dead and I haven't parted. So, I'm sure you'd be just as stuck here as I am." 

"Oh my goddd," Eddie screamed into his hands. 

There once was a boy named Richie Tozier. They grew up together. They met when they were in the first grade. Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie were typical best friends that loved each other, and would do anything for each other, but also kinda hated each other sometimes. Mike, Beverly, and Ben joined when they were thirteen. They didn't have time to form a dynamic before they were all haunted by horrors beyond their wildest childhood imaginations. The clown. It was more horror than any kid or anyone for that matter should have to witness in any lifetime. They did what they could, but they were kids. 

Eddie had a broken arm. He had no business splashing around in a sewer trying to fight evil itself, but he wasn't going to let his best friends go in without him. Richie was a goofy kid with broken glasses, a smart mouth that wouldn't stop running, and buckets of unearned confidence and bravery. He never was okay with anything happening to Eddie. If a bully hurt Eddie, Richie would open his mouth and end up getting hurt way worse than Eddie was in the first place. If Eddie was tripped, Richie ended up with a black eye and bloody nose. And what was the clown but a big, supernatural bully? So when he came for Eddie, Richie didn't even think before using his mouth to get himself into trouble. The last trouble he'd ever get into. They really were best friends and it turns out, they were inseparable, even in death. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47685511/chapters/120198859

[slashingdisneypasta]

OK EVER SINCE YOU ANSWERED THE SAD SMARTY-POP EXCERPT, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAGON!TOON PATROL (and princess Poppy *cough*). Now that asks are open, I need to vent these thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure how they'd work in this AU. But all five of these dragons somehow found each other, and have decided its best to stay together. I can't decide if they hang around an abandoned, dilapidated castle or they've got a big cave in the mountains (maybe they could be the reason the castle was abandoned? 👀)

Smartass is the smallest dragon, but that only gives him more incentive to be as tough and viscious possible. It's how he can be the leader of these insane overgrown lizards.

Greasy is a sort of secondary leader, when for whatever reason Smartass isn't available to keep everyone in check. And even has been the mastermind behind some of their raids. One thing is for certain though; His tastes in the fairer sex go beyond scales (ladies? 👀)

Wheezy is the silent, scary one of the group with the best fire breather of them all. Dirty, kind of torn up, and smoke billowing from his mouth all times, this dragon's favorite places to terrorize/raid are tobacco farms (no cigarettes, but he can chew the stuff)

Psycho is the one who gets the most kicks out of striking fear in humans the most. While the others may be busy finding whatever goods that interest them in a village, Psycho can easily be found chasing the villagers.

Stupid, although the strongest and biggest, is the most easily swayed dragon out of them all. You could offer this big lug food, and he'll gladly take the bribe.

To keep with the gang theme, maybe these guys keep a few villages in line? If the people give them what they want, they'll be mostly left alone. (I'm not quite sure. I haven't though of much lore behind this AU ��)

I'm not sure how Doom could come into play here. Maybe he could be a corrupt king that pays them to do his dirty work like in the Fairytale AU?

I don't have tid-bits for all the dragon boys, but here's one for Wheezy. I imagine that he can do some pretty neat tricks with his fire. Like blowing out certain shapes, or knowing how to control it where it won't burn you, but just leave a very hot tickle. Imagine him showing them off to you 👀

Alright, I wasn't sure if I should have included Poppy in this, but I feel obligated to share my thoughts XD Poppy is a princess who got married off to a prince who treats her coldly (Ben). When the dragons attacked her home, by some circumstance or another, she got taken (I'm not quite sure how yet. Maybe she was trying to be diplomatic and it all went wrong. Maybe it was Smartass just being cruel to the royals. Or maybe it was Greasy's idea because- you know why 🙄 or Psycho felt enamored with her). Either this can go in a classic Beauty and the Beast style, or a angsty/darker route.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! I hope dragon weasels bring you as much joy as they've been bringing me lately XD

DRAGONS!!

Sorry for the late reply, I am finished with Placement but I still have assignments to finish and get before... well, the end of today 😅 Its okay though, I only have 2 left. I am very very excited to hear about dragons!!

First of all- YES to the idea of them causing a castle to be abandoned!! I can only imagine the chaos, but its glorious. These 5 terrifying, mean dragons deciding this place is their new place, and they have some fun with the humans there for a while (By which i mean Psycho and Greasy had fun with them... ) ... but when they escaped, that was fine, now they have the place to themselves! XD

Ahhhh! I love them!! || Smartass being kind of feral?? Like, I bet he's bigger then a human but he's smaller then the other dragons so he's so vicious-- that would be terrifying. I love that! || Greasy... Greasy lemme just quickly remind you I am a Certified monster fucker- || WHEEZY! Okay he is definitely my favourite. I'm imagining gassy, fumy smoke just slipping and rolling uncontrollably outta the corners of his mouth at all times, so he looks monstrous and gross. And just, the fact that you mentioned he'll chew the tobacco!! (Cowboy!!) and also the tricks! XD Yesssss, that's so cool XDD || OF COURSE you are the gremlin dragon, Psycho, of course XD I love this, its so perfect for him. I kindof imagine him to be a more lithe, lizard-like dragon. Creepy to be around, freaky to look at. Genuinely makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. || Awwww Stupid!! He is my next favourite after Wheezy XDD I wanna feed him so bad!! I wanna make him my huge terrifying dragon friend XD I will take a leaf out of Mrs Bickermans book XD Not Sadie's... though- maybe if I could get Ben- XD

And yes!! Always include Poppy! When in doubt, include her ^^ You knowwww she's canon to me XD And ahhhh! I love all those ideas, I honestly dunno which I like more <3

[itsdappleagain]

two weeks late? what do you mean? ...haha.

sorry i have excuses okay? I moved houses in that time and then got sick. like i said, lateness is becoming my brand i guess

anyways this week (last week) it is time for

The Opera in the Outback Caper!!

notes as always under the cut!

player's australian accent is hilarious

CRIKEY! AUSTRALIA'S ONE BEEEEEEEEEEG CUNTRY

bro the writers were researching australia and they saw carmen the opera and their eyes shot out of their heads like looney toons

according to wikipedia if this episode had gone like the opera carmen would have stabbed a bitch to death and then sung about fucking somebody all night from prison. but yeah carmen would have also ended up stabbed to death in the end so....leaning towards the bad omen scale

that fifteen person orchestra is really pulling its weight damn

can you imagine being gray in this episode he has literally no idea what the fuck is going on wheeze

this is totally way later in the episode but wait a minute if the vile device fried all the soundboards how the hell did the rest of the opera keep going

its gra-YUHM

that surprised pikachu face jdsghdjhga

god fuck i hate that he flirts with her im getting it out of the way right now so i don't harp on it later but i do not like it

SOMEBODY THAT YOU USED TO KNOWW BUT YOU DIDNT THAVE TO C (gets crackle rodded to death)

Gray Ham says enjoy the show and carmen walks like a penguin her ankles go WAY up

i love love love watching the progression of carmen's faith in vile go from her mostly playful, almost dismissive air in the start to realizing just how dangerous this all is and i think it starts RIGHT HERE, realizing that theyve killed crackle's memories of her and VILE

mentally i am the guy dressed as a soldier who is staring straight ahead and singing with one blank smile on his face

something about that swing and how carmen's coattails move is just mwah

carmen stays there for literally no reason how did you not see le chevre coming over to kick you in the back girl

that subliminal messaging device falling was sooo on key 🫦

so nitpicky but that opera singer is NOT opening her mouth enough literally watch any video of an opera singer their mouths are going twice that wide

the way she just plucks it from his hand is so funny

i love this fight btw. its so dynamic but its SILENT. and the entire fight is based around the need to not draw attention to themselves and disrupt the performance. very cool fight

like yeah the flips and the way they pull on each other's clothing and jump and use the bars and stuff super cool

literally the second time le chevre has done that exact same thing girly

that landing HAD to hurt SO BAD are you kidding

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME

THATS MY O P I N I O N

also love how carmen goes in slow motion before this but the music doesnt thats hilarious

wouldnt it have been funny if as carmen the singer was singing her high note carmen the thief fell on her

love the standing ovation and curtsy for the uh. fourth song of the opera

player was in record mode because he secretly loves opera and wanted to record the live performance of his favorite habanera

HUAN HONK HUNK HONK HA HION HA HONK he does bleat like a goat

THE DEAR BOY COMMENT WAS SO BASED NOT YOUR DEAR BOY

i find it very hard to believe that le chevre is so flippant about the mindwiping thing seeing as dr bellum is potentially setting him up for the exact same circumstances today in fighting carmen lmao

i love when characters on screens look at things from the perspective of the. screen

"remix" its just you dr bellum

carmen: haha quip player: oh girl u fucked up girl

love Carmen's thought process of being completely unaffected by the thing that got blasted directly in her face just because she wasn't the target

player does the most

i love doctor denim jeans she seems like such a nice enthusiastic person

look at her shes so excited

what was carmen standing up there looking for anyway

pls player didnt even know it was gray but he knew. he was just like ffs carmen not the silver jambon

love how carmen is pinpointing his orders from vile as the problem and not. his willingness and ability to kill her

he's got good hearing wow

sparky is actually australian slang for an electrician. good to know. shocked crackle didnt name himself Sparky

love how crackles tone changes from joking to that dramatic "year of my life" speech i dont remember if they used that for flashbacks or trailers or what but its for something lol

"electrician" gray you sit at the desk and press buttons as far as we can tell dude

"yeah stranger go online and find some random guy to take you into the australian outback <3 my experience couldnt help you avoid a potentially bad situation there at all."

shes like four feet away and he's screaming lmaoo

it is just her name, honey maid

"the outback- may sound like somewhere you would take a man to shoot him but we have to save that for next season!"

mad respect for them primarily referring to it as uluru so it sticks that way and not the more colonialized name of ayers rock, which was given to it by, surprise surprise, a brit

its a miracle the car didnt break down in the outback after player told her to be careful in the harsh terrain. literally two episode ago he was like "be careful of altitude sickness!!" and then she died

god the music and animation in this episode are gorgeous though arent they?

miro is the most patient man on the planet

ivy being so fed up with him wheeze

carmen being polite and excusing herself from the conversation! never thought i'd see the day lol

i love miro he's just like what. what do you mean. who are you guys and he's right

for sure the only tourist in the car

where did carmen get those hot little pink glasses and coats did they mug a couple workers or what

ivy and zack's sibling dynamic forever

she is for sure like five feet from that door and should not be running for as long as she is while talking to player she is a split second away from crashing into the wall

pls the rocket is so close to the facilities it would take the buildings out

GET HER ASS ZACK AND IVY NO MUSIC IN THE WORKPLACE

anyone else love the animation when ivy's waving the id badge at mom jeans denim

zack's little salute ive never noticed that before

yeah your new interns. the most conspicuous american twenty year olds we can find who apparently blend in with every situation, including fashion week in milan

who voices bell bottom jeans because her australian accent is sketch is it sharon. it sounds a little like bellum

IT IS SHARON ok sorry queen your australian accent is not great </3

is there a "where in space is carmen sandiego" where zack and ivy go to an alien planet because i havent watched any of the 90s show but. that feels like it would happen

was player directing her through that or did carmen just randomly learn to hack too

love the single button to launch a whole rocket its so funny

brancusi jeans: that was the day i decided the laboratory is no place for opera speakers: opera in the laboratory skinny jeans: wow this is the best thing that has ever happened to me

i wonder if that cart wheel was 3d

ivy expertly tied that woman up great job ivy. ig she learned from boston lol. interesting tho- that is how carmen tied them up, and i wonder if carmen taught them

uh oh spaghettio

again cs color theory <3 with the button going green when vile's plan starts to work

also love how zack was just like "SHIT CARMEN SPONTANEOUSLY TURNED EVIL THAT SUCKS"

the rocket launched in less that 3 minutes! btw it will take more than 4 until we get to the final countdown. and we will cut down much of the space in between but its totally less than three ok

love the way ivy smashes through that door

wheeze the control panel at the top of the tower

zack's got the best australian accent out of all the terrible australian accents in this show. he could be on bluey

zack's cold chuckle before he tells el topo that the dingoes are mauling his boyfriend is priceless its so funny

adore the clear shock and horror in carmen's voice when she realizes what she's done. good gina moment thank you for a moment gina. oh nevermind that what have i done was sad and limp :(

AGAIN THE ANIMATION THIS EP. LIKE IVY CLIMBING THAT LADDER? MWAH

le chevre said grrr. WHAT? OUGH!

"let go" yes le chevre that is something she would do while you're dangling her a thousand feet above the ground

pls my video started buffering and it just went "OUT OF MY WA-" and then the screen went black ivy killed it

love ivy shes such a girlboss

still not sure btw how top and bottom arent recognizing the boston kids its. what the third, fourth time?

that little thing le chevre does i think must be a vile taught thing, which is interesting. he hooks his arms under hers and holds her there that way. i say that because in the s2 opener episode el topo does the exact same thing to carmen

the gays are so funny i love them

ivy comes very close to dying a horrible death this episode lol

"i've got you."

drops her

she did not have to slide down the rocket like that but thank god she did. hot of her. love that her hair came down and her glasses came off for maximum hotness she booked it over here you can tell

miro!!!

the two gays are literally just >:( >:(

shit my pants joke

everyone laugh

player is literally that friend trying to get his bff not to get back in that toxic relationship GIRL HE TRIED TO KILL YOU LIKE. A WEEK AGO HE AINT WORTH THE FRESH START BROTHERLY RELATIONSHIP

i do like gina's voice acting here though. she does sound like she's actually. feeling things

god the shots in this show are so pretty

look at that. art

even the light changing from green to red once she decides to blow him off. yes yes yes yes the red represents safety and certainty and as soon as that green light turns not only does it physically block her from crossing over to him just like she's mentally decided not to put it puts any question of vile completely out of the question

insert that tumblr post about wanting to make eye contact with someone from across a street and then disappear behind a bus here bc i can't find it

HOW IS SHE WALKING IN THAT DIRECTION THATS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE BUS TRICK SHE JUST DID

woohoo carmen leading herself to believe that the only way she can keep people safe is to avoid them. im sure this wont come into play in any future searches for more familial figures of carmen's

i like all the human and animal remains in maelstrom's office. cool of him tbh

they wanted to say "bring me the head" so bad

anyway PAPER STAR! TRANSITION SENTENCE TO NEXT EP! i love next ep paper star is so cool. also beginnings of julethief. look, i have a transition sentence too.

next week is actually two days ago on saturday but thats okay ill hopefully get it done sometime this week, so i can be on time for being late this saturday. hope you liked this ep's notes <3

[laresearchette]

Thursday, December 07, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

This Video Not Available in Your Country: Thursday Canadian Lineup (Times Eastern):

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THE BLACK HAMPTONS (BET +) ARCHIE (BritBox) THE ENVOYS (Paramount +) THE LOVERS (Sundance Now/AMC+) CHRISTMAS AT THE OPRY (Global) 8:00pm TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT (W Network) 8:00pm SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY (Slice) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT: SILENT NIGHT, FATAL NIGHT (Premiering on December 09 on Lifetime Canada at 8:00pm) THE MISSION (TBD - Nat Geo Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CBC GEM KID SISTER (Season 2)

NETFLIX CANADA ANALOG SQUAD (TH) THE ARCHIES (IN) HILDA (Season 3) I HATE CHRISTMAS (Season 2) (IT) HIGH TIDES (BE) MY LIFE WITH THE WALTER BOYS NAGA (SA) WORLD WAR II: FROM THE FRONTLINES (GB)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Sabres vs. Bruins (TSN2) 7:00pm: Kings vs. Habs (TSN4/TSN5) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Sens (TSN3) 9:00pm: Jets vs. Avalanche (SNWest) 9:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Flames (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Wild vs. Canucks

STARS ON ICE - KURT'S FINAL TOUR 2023 (CBC) 8:00pm: A star-studded cast, including Patrick Chan and Elvis Stojko, pay tribute to Canadian legend Kurt Browning.

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN) 8:15pm: Patriots vs. Steelers

BARBARA KNOX AT 90 (CBC) 9:00pm: Celebrating Barbara Knox's 90th birthday; a chance to see the real Barbara away from the lights of the "Corrie" set.

AUSSIE GOLD HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm

STAY TOONED (Documentary) 9:00pm/9:30pm/10:00pm/10:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Eric talks with Ben Schwartz, Angelo Muredda and Lake Bell about the good of being bad and ugly. In Episode Two, Eric talks with Russell Peters, Selma Purac, and Lauren Faust about cartoons and consumerism. In Episode Three, Eric talks with James Adomian, Nic Sammond and Noelle Stevenson about queerness in cartoons. In Episode Four, Eric talks with Bobby Moynihan, Natalie Coulter, and Elamin Abdelmahmoud about PSAs and moral messaging on Saturday mornings.

CANADA'S DRAG RACE (Crave) 9:00pm

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm: The Misfits prove their worth to Opal Joe with an ancient bulldozer on their last dig; the Opal Whisperers suffer from infighting; the Cheals race against the clock and seasonal storms to rescue their mission.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: Tabanca; Hatha

[lordarsonizzzzt]

I'm feeling quite the angst cat today.

Eve's phone rang in the middle of the staff meeting. She apologized and looked at her employer for permission to answer. The older woman nodded. Eve took her phone and looked at the name displayed on the screen. What did he do this time? Eve answered the call. "Mom, I fucked up, you gotta come quick" She didn't tell him to not call her that like she usually did. If the laborious breath and shaking voice of the teenager was anything to go by, he was terrified of whatever happened. "Where are you?" The voice on the other side of the phone took a few quick breaths and gave the name of the street he was in. "I will be there shortly. Please, try to calm yourself, everything is going to be fine." The call ended. Eve looked at her employer again. "Whitney got in trouble again. May I leave to assist him? He seemed ready to break something." The older woman nodded again. Eve got up from her seat and silently left the room.

When Eve arrived, Whitney threw himself in her arms and cried for a while. Eve couldn't call him down even if she tried so she just held him close and tried to encourage him. He was babbling incoherently but Eve didn't need to understand what he was saying. A quick look behind the boy already told her everything she needed to know. He did fuck up. And this time, maybe the orphanage wouldn't be able to help him.

When the boy calmed down, Eve gave him some space and took her cape off. The piece of clothing automatically started floating and waited for an order. "Accompany Whitney to my office in the medical wing and ask Molly to make sure he stays there. Then come back, I will need your help. We will take care of this." The cape bowed down and started to get bigger. The inside of the cape shifted and created a passage to a neatly arranged nurse office. Whitney tentatively grabbed Eve's hand. "Is she...", he looked at the body lying on the ground again, "Is she dead? Did I kill her?" Eve went closer to the woman laying on the ground and checked her pulse. Dead. "She's alive. That's nothing I can't fix. Wait in my office until my return." Whitney nodded and entered the portal. The cape closed upon itself until it disappeared. Eve looked at the dead body again. "Now, what am I going to do with you?"

The portal closed again and Eve almost fell off the cliff with the dead body's weight. The cape caught her before she could follow the body that was now hitting the ground 50 meters below. "Thank you for the rescue. We still need to check the damage and the potential lead to us." The cape, still gripping Eve, flew down to the body and let Eve go once she could touch the ground. Eve examined the body and arranged it to make it seem like the girl had accidentally fell to her death. "That's problem number one."

Once she returned to the orphanage, Eve didn't go back to her office yet. Instead, she went to the psychologist's office, Hung Cha. Eve knocked on the office door. "Come in". She entered the room and quickly closed it behind her. The man behind the desk was filling some kind of paperwork. "We have a problem." Hung Cha sighed but didn't look up. "What kind?" Eve took a few steps towards one of the chairs and sat down. "Whitney killed someone." Hung Cha stopped writing and looked up. "I see. I will do it once everyone has eaten and is ready to sleep." He took away his glasses and leaned back into his chair. "Is he in your office?" Eve nodded. "Then we shall start with him"

Hung Cha closed Whitney's eyes with one hand and touched the amulet around his neck with the other. The boy quickly fell asleep and Hung Cha started to rewrite his memory. "You left that girl and then she ran to the forest for a little while but she tripped and fell to death. You had nothing to do with it since you were at the orphanage all afternoon." Once he was done, Hung Cha toon his hand back. "Now, let's warn the other children of what is to come."

Eve had no problem grabbing the children's attention at all, they seemed to always be excited whenever she would speak. "Your attention please. Hung Cha feels that everyone is quite stressed lately and would like for everyone to be relaxed. Therefore, he will come to everyone's bedroom to help you fall asleep and have sweet dreams. That is all, you can start eating." The children all cheeres except for one who knew exactly what was going on. He raised his hand. "Can I help you Ijin?" The boy nodded. "Could I talk to you after dinner?" Eve nodded. "My office is always open."

Ijin knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter. "Come in." Ijin opened the door and closed it behind him. Eve looked up from her paperwork. "Right, you wanted to talk. Come here, sit down." Ijin approached the chair in front of the desk and sat down. "I know that's not the truth. What you told us before dinner." Eve opened a drawer and took out a box of cookies. She gave it to Ijin who started eating them. "It's you not figuring it out that would have surprised me. Well then, since you already know. May I ask you a question?" Ijin stopped eating and swallowed what was already in his mouth. "Uh, sure I guess?" Eve put her two hands on her desk and looked at the boy in the eyes. "Did I do the right thing?"

Ijin didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't that. "Why are you asking ME?" Eve leaned back in her sit. It would have seemed like a relaxed thing to do but Ijin knew better, he knew she was uneasy. "You are the most moral out of the two of us. You are a good person and you're a smart child. I want to know your opinion on this matter." Ijin took the last bite of his cookie. "We won't even remember this tomorrow, why does it matter to you? Do you feel remorse?" Eve looked down at her hands. "I don't know. And I don't care. I don't want this, it's too complicated."

"Well if you really want an answer. Let's say you didn't do anything and Whitney found out he killed that girl. He would have went full berserk mode and nobody could have stopped him. You know, with his anger issues and his strength. Bad combo if you ask me. But anyway, the city is now in ruins, the orphanage wasn't spared, lots of people lost their lives, some orphans from Home too. The foundation arrives and try to neutralize him. They die. Then comes the GOC. They die. After three days of rampage, Whitney falls from exhaustion and ends up with a bullet in his skull. By the end of everything, there's nothing but ruins and desolation. Now, it's my turn to ask you a question. Is destroying a family worse than killing dozens of innocent citizens? There is no good choice here, both are heartless. But you have the choice of how many people suffer from this. You did the right thing mom- I mean Eve! Don't look so sad."

Eve shook her head. "I am not sad. Thank you for your point of view. It's really helpful." Hung Cha knocked on the door and entered the office. "Ijin is the last one. If you could please follow me back to your room." Ijin got back up and followed Hung Cha back to his bedroom.

Eve looked at the empty seat in front of her. She couldn't take it anymore. She was not a mother figure, she was not a good person, she was not a gentle soul that helped and guided others. She was a monster, a failure and a heartless abomination. Why did these kids treat her like she was better than she really was? Why did they try to make her appear as something that she's not? What is it that is so great about her that they would want her to be their mother?

She was not a kind mother who could help them with their emotional needs. Hell, emotions scared her more than anything. She was a selfish bitch, she only thought about creating new medications and create more helpful anomalies for her own growth. She didn't care about these kids... At least, that's what she desperately told herself. She couldn't grow fond of them, she couldn't love them. Not now, not ever. They would get taken away from her too.

Eve felt a gentle hand wipe the tears she didn't know had fallen. She now realized how hard it was to breathe. "Shh. You're going to be okay Eve. You are currently experiencing a panic attack. Take slow and deep breaths, alright?" Eve looked up to Hung Cha. When did he come back? Eve tried to speak but only a choked sob came out. Hung Cha took her in his arms and put a hand over her eyes. He gently touched his necklace and Eve slowly fell asleep. "You're going to be okay. You won't remember anything about this tomorrow."

-Cat dad anon

I DONT TRUST HUNG CHA

I'M CRYING IM SOBBING IM AAAAAA

[gena-rowlands]

jean's read in 2022

hello! so as university reading will take up a lot of the rest of my reading for the year, i thought i'd give a full wrap up here! i may update a few times, but this is my almost-comprehensive reading list of 2022! (insp. by @adamronans)

books in red come with moderate< trigger warnings so feel free to ask on/off anon for more info or please look up the tw's before reading!

non-poetry:

Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (★★★★★)

The Dumb House by John Burnside (★★★★★)

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata (★★★★)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★½)

Heaven by Mieka Kawakami (★★½)

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris (★★★★★)

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (★★★★½)

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca (★★)

Clementine #1 by Tillie Walden (★★★)

Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito (★★★★)

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (★★)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (★★★)

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper (No Rating)

We Have Always Lived in The Castle by Shirley Jackson (★★★★)

Heartstopper vol.1 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

Queers: Eight Monologues by Mark Gatiss (★★★★½)

Heartstopper vol.2 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

The Harpy by Megan Hunter (★★★★)

Politics and the English Language by George Orwell (★)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (★★★★½)

Alcestis by Euripides (★★★★)

Medea by Euripides (★★★★½)

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart (★★★★½)

Pew by Catherine Lacey (★★★½)

Pine by Francine Toon (★★)

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz (★★★★★)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★)

poetry:

The Book of Women by Dorianne Laux (★★★★½)

Flux by Orion Carloto (★★★)

Sweetdark by Savannah Brown (★★★★½)

Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey (★★★½)

Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★★)

She Felt Like Nothing by R.H. Sin (★½)

Madness by Sam Sax (★★★★½)

soft magic. by Upsile Chisala (★★)

Stag's Leap by Sharon Olds (★★★★★)

The Perseverance by Raymond Antrobus (★★★★)

The Boys I've Loved & The End of the World by Catarine Hancock (★★)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (★★★★½)

Portrait of my Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing by Topaz Winters (★★★★)

There Should Be Flowers by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (★★★★½)

Grit by Silas Denver Melvin (★★★★½)

Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis (★★★★½)

Wild Embers by Nikita Gill (★★½)

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara (★★★½)

God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen (★)

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (★★★★★)

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★½)

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson (★★★★½)

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist (★★★★)

Firstborn by Louise Glück (★★★½)

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire (★★★★)

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (★★★★½)

What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (★★★★)

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★)

At Least This I Know by Andrés N. Ordorica (★★★★½)

Rail by Kai Carlson-Wee (★★★★)

The Asylum Dance by John Burnside (★★★★½)

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (★★★★)

I Would Leave Me If I Could by Halsey (★★★★)

Bloodsport by Yves Olade (★★★★)

American Melancholy by Joyce Carol Oates (★★½)

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman (No Rating)

[mamaowlcat]

Finally got around to making a new lineup of my RP toons on WoW and uh.. hoo boy I did not realize I had this many characters. But here we go anyway. Goes: Name - Race/Class - "Title" 1. Auynta Sharpfang - Tauren Druid - "Druid of the claw" 2. Aniana -Zandalari Druid - "Gentle Giant" 3. Neja - Vulpera Beast Master - "Friend of the Horde" 4. Khalon Skullsplit - Frostwolf (AU) Orc Warrior - "Lone Wolf" 5. Savandice Illemus - Sin'dorei Demon Hunter - "The Silent Strike" 6. Akos Nightblade - Shal'dorei Assassin - "The Falcon" 7. Commander Kopin Blackclaw - Highmountain Tauren Warbrave - "The Bloody Black Bear" 8. Archmage Elaina - "Shal'dorei" Mage (Actually a Blue Dragon)- "Kind Soul" 9. Vyndus Bloodfury - Sin'dorei Demon Hunter - "The Fel Priest" 10. Ahn'luna - Zandalari Monk - "Disciple of the White Tiger" 11. Dark Ranger Vanorei Ebonbow -  Forsaken Quel'dorei Ranger 12. Jat'zul - Drakkari Voidweaver - "Caller of the Void" 13. Wicke - Forsaken Warlock - "Agent of Chaos" 14. Mercellia Brightblood - Sin'dorei Blood Knight - "Will of the Light" 15. Bloodbone - Laughing Skull (AU) Orc Headtaker - "The Breaker" 16. Rinka Fizzlebolt - Goblin Opportunist - "Crab Queen" 17. Timewalker Theldras - "Sin'dorei" Harbinger (Actually a Bronze Dragon)18. Shao Bramblefist - Mainland Pandaren Monk - "The Blind Monk" 19. Adjatay - (Zandalari) Kyrian Ascended (Decased, resides in the Shadowlands)- "Disciple of Courage" 20. Brunika Felmourne - Sin'dorei Demon Hunter - "Heartless Bitch" 21. Feiza - Farakki Wardruid - "Wild Child" 22. Eillowyn Morningrove - Sin'dorei Botanist - "Tree-Hugger" 23. Keahi - Vulpera Firespeaker 24. Elonore Graveheart - Shal'dorei Outcast - "Fel Queen" 25. Balthos Felmourne - Sin'dorei Demon Hunter - "Unapologetic Flirt" 26. Cusick Bloodhorn - Grimtotem Martyr 27. Inari - Vulpera Monk - "Disciple of the Black Ox" 28. Tikala - Dark Talon Soldier A Gold Star next to number means that character is a main A Silver Star next to number means that character is one I off-play A Bronze Star next to number means I want to do more that character

[irisflowerarts]

LEGEND OF ZELDA: TOON LINK X READER

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You were a poor and homeless girl, you were running away from the store manager that you stole some food from, you really didn't want to but you had too. Eventually You were caught and had to give your only food up, the store manager didn't turn you in he told you to scram in which you did. Eventually you found yourself in a forest, through some trees and leaves you saw a small green figure moving. You moved closer wanting to know who that figure was and what he was wielding, You went as close as you could and saw a boy with blonde hair, cat like eyes, and covered in green wielding a sword.

You were admiring how small he was though he was just the same height as you are was so talented in the sword. You unconsciously leaned closer on the bush you were hiding behind and it broke making a snapping noise along with you falling down on the ground with an "oof". The boy stopped swinging his sword, turning around where you fell. 

You laid on the ground, unsure why you aren't getting up. You lifted your head only to see an hand extended out towards you, you look to the side to see the boy crouching down wanting you to grab his hand. You reached out your hand, grasping his and His hand grasped yours pulling you up off the ground into a standing position. You blushed slightly, pulling your hand away quickly in embarrassment, the boy laughed lightly pulling his hand away.

You looked back at the boy only to be handed a bottle filled with some kind of soup in it. You looked back at the boy, seeing him smile shaking the bottle a little it, does he want you to have it? You took the bottle into your hands, giving the boy a glance in which he nodded wanting you to have it. You than drank the soup down, feeling food into your stomach once more, it felt nice to have something in your tummy. You handed the boy back his bottle, thanking him for the food. 

"It's alright, You looked very hungry.. May I ask why?" The boy asked staring at you with his cat eyes. "You wouldn't care..." You murmured, knowing that people would just trick you into thinking they care before doing a "Just kidding" and run away. 

The boy remained silent, looking at you with his adorable cat eyes. "My name is Toon Link, What's yours?" Toon Link asked sitting down as you sat down beside him with your arms in your lap. Toon Link noticed your ragged clothes, along with how pale you were, he felt really bad. Why... were you like this? 

"Y/n..." You murmured still looking at your lap. Toon Link gave you a smile, "That's a cute name!" Toon link complimented making you blush a little bit.  Why wasn't anyone else this kind to anyone? 

"Toon Link!" Someone called out from the distance. Toon Link looked over to the direction of the sound before looking back at you grasping your hand softly. "Could.. You wait for me to come back?" Toon Link asked. "I really want to get to know you better." Toon Link finished. 

"Okay..... Toonie." You said. Toon Link smiled before giving you a peck on your forehead. He grabbed his sword and shield running towards the sound yelling "Coming!!". You stayed quiet, blushing madly still feeling the pressure of his lips on your forehead. You leaned on a tree, it was getting late, you couldn't help but fall asleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to the light of the sun, you sat up noticing something was covering you. You looked down seeing a blanket on you, it felt warm. Something you haven't felt for a long time, you snuggled into the blanket before spotting something dressed in green next to you. It was Toon Link! He was sleeping next to you! You blushed slightly, when did he come here? 

On cue, Toon Link woke up. Sitting up, stretching his arms about before turning and smiling at you, He than stood up holding his hand out to help you off the ground. Once he did, he let go of your hand still smiling.

"Were you.. the one who put a blanket on me?" You asked in which Toon Link nodded with a smile. "I realized.. that you don't have a home, or anyone to look after you...I felt really bad..." Toon Link said before pulling out a weird stick that was white. 

"But, I don't want you to worry about anything... or be sad anymore... let all of those feelings fly away with the wind." Toon Link said as he began to wave the stick around and the wind immediately stopped. 

"What?" You called out and than when Toon Link pointed to the direction in front of you and the wind began to flow in that direction. "How?" You asked flabbergasted of what you just seen.

"Well... I'm the Hero of the Winds! This is the Wind Waker. it's what makes me be able to control the wind.. mostly." Toon Link said holding the Wind Waker out. 

'Wow..." 

You than felt a hand caress your cheek softly, you look up to see Toon Link's charcoal eyes looking back at you with... love? 

"I know... we just met.. but I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop feeling so happy when I'm near you. Together, We will push through the struggles and help each other through it. Will you... Dance with me in the wind?" Toon Link asked you.

Tears filled up into your eyes, you haven't felt any love ever since you were 7 years old. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "Yes!" You yelled. Toon Link just laughed wrapping his arms around you blushing slightly which made him look adorable. 

He pulled you away slightly giving you a peck on each cheek before grasping your hand in his. 

"Come, I have some people I want you to meet!" 

The Wind, followed you two around as you both would dance a dance of love for each other. 

[schibi12]

Heyyo!! So this post may get long and a bit personal if you are not interested by that you can keep on scrolling no problem.

Last year I did a post where I told how Tumblr was a huge support for me during the whole quarantine and how I met amazing people in it and strangely enough the same thing happened this year, so take this a YouTube rewind of sorts where I talk about all the great people I've met and befriended and how much I've grown as a person since last year, this is a Tumblr Reblog if you will.

My blog has changed a lot from 2020 to 2021, last year only did occasional reviews and memes for DuckTales and other Disney properties but this year oh boy, I've done a bunch of AUs, I've done art for my AUs and fanart in general,I created Ocs and sonas, I've rambled a lot this year about not only Disney properties but about Looney Tunes, Animaniacs, Marvel, Musicals and just so much more I feel like I have expressed more of who I am to you guys.

And the amazing people I've met in this quite literal hellsite lol, have been so kind and supportive to me that they I am gonna do a roll call/ shoutout to you incredible people and if I forgotten one of you i am so sorry but remember you are great too!!

@blue-main & @joyseer24 I am forever grateful for meeting you two you've been incredibly kind, supportive, helpful and just the greatest friends I've ever had and for being my first internet friends I am glad that it was you guys.

@tophthedaydreamer I am so intimidated to talk you sometimes I don't know why I feel like you are just so much cooler than me even though you are just as dorky as me but you are so talented and thanks to you I've seen the Beetlejuice musical also thanks to you I started doing AUs because I did a silly post about how Iron-Man and Captain America reminded me of Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse and you left a nice message in your tags about how this was big brain and how I should continue it and I didn't want to do it but your comment motivate me to do it and I've done a bunch of AUs because of that message in the tags so thanks and I hope to talk to you more in the future.

@lexi0507 thanks to you we have a Discord server and we met a bunch of cool people and you're so cool, unapologetically yourself and supportive and I love your art and ocs.

@wastelandchannel I know we haven't talked recently but thanks to you I think we wouldn't have the Toon Tykes so thank you and I hope you are doing and feeling better.

@ohmymabe you are so nice and I love your art and how creative you are, and you're also kind of a founder of The Toon Tykes with the many AUs and ocs you did of the children of Oswald and Julius y Eres una muy Buena Amiga!

@dizbunny Diz with the Gifs you are so sweet you always have something nice to say and I know you started your journey with art and it's not easy just have patience and don't be too hard on yourself.

@su-nioj We haven't talked that much but you have made amazing art I like to call you the ninja silent but talented and I hope to get to know you more in the future.

@dalia1784 we haven't interacted as much as I want to. It we do follow each other Tumblr and Twitter and we tagged each other on tag games and I hope to get to know you better, but you make amazing art and deserve so much attention and appreciation like literally go follow her she has amazing ocs designs and stories.

@you-big-palooka & @amelia-bedeliaa you keep posting about Disney ducks and Mickey and friends respectively your post always bring me joy or discover a good fic or follow someone who makes amazing fanart and keep on reblogging.

I think that's it if I missed one of my mutuals or you don't take it personally you are amazing and great it's just I listed more people in this post than last year so I might have forgotten a few.

And once again thank you from the bottom of my heart I am forever grateful that I have Tumblr in my life because without it I wouldn't have met all these amazing people and I wouldnt be drawing so thank you to all my followers, mutuals and friends and here's to another year!!

Muchas gracias los quiero mucho!!! 💛

[banjosandbetrayal]

obsessively thinking about the themes of parenthood throughout the campaign. its like a nod to the original game, and its frankenstein allusions.

(this got long so my ramblings under the cut)

not only have we got the base of joey being neglectful to his creations getting this whole mess started, but we also have henrys (partially) accidental neglect of them as well. he didn't know they existed for a long time, but once he did he didn't step up to his responsibilities as creator more than what we see in game. he has his own life and family to get back to, he doesn't want all of this responsibility on him.

except, he couldnt help but grow fond of prophet through a fatherly lens, throughout the course of the campaign. and yet prophet isnt all that he seems, and sammy isnt exactly partial to getting a new father after his own personal life experiences. but henry attaches himself anyways, and tries to mold prophet into the perfect son, which was never going to work. sammy (and prophet, since they are technically one and the same) is ultimately someone afraid to get attached. sammy got hurt in his closeness to joey, and as prophet he got hurt in his devotion.

yet sammy tries to put down his walls anyways. and gets scorned for it, because henry told prophet that he liked him more than sam. prophet tells ben, ben tells sam....it goes as well as you would imagine. a son being told that his father only loves one part of him, the part he personally despises. sammy had made a number of mistakes up until that point, but he had hoped that henry would side with him, not see him as lesser than the half that had been dormant for them. that relationship is now severed, and it hasnt been fixed yet.

but sammy has other things to worry about than henry, like, most pressingly, Bendy. once the ink demon, now a son basically attached at the hip. sammy basically domesticated ben, at first trying to get him to stop being life threatening, and then to stop being a little shit (derogatory) when he first got turned into a proper toon. now hes just a little kid, and that ended up putting sammy squarely in the place of his father, which quite frankly nobody expected. that role was presumably henry's, but henry did not accept it, so sammy took it up himself with a silent promise to be better.

and oh boy is he going to break the cycle. sammy is oh so terribly not equipped to be a dad, dealing with his own trauma, addiction, and cartload of mental (and physical) issues, but he is trying so hard. he wants to be a good dad so desperately, despite his complete lack of experience, and he would do anything for ben. which is sort of putting him right back where he started, devoting most of his time to bendy, albeit in a different manner.

due to things that have happened in the campaign, they both VERY MUCH have separation anxiety. sammy essentially carries bendy around everywhere, even with a broken ankle (which i would not recommend, sammy is just stubborn and stupid). bendy carries the guilt of sammy dying, and sammy feels guilty for dying. he doesnt want people worrying over him, least of all his son.

is this separation anxiety going to pose a much bigger issue once theyre out of the studio and bendy gets a human body? absolutely. too bad sammy doesnt trust therapists anymore after his last one worked for the ink machine.

[solitarygemini]

“That Damn Theatre Kid” Part 2

Upon turning past the corner, Max was met with another long stretch of seemingly endless hallway. What was only moments prior an enclave of energy and joy now was but a hollow tunnel of insignificance. He had forgotten how quiet the school could be after hours. In his two years of attendance it never failed to surprise him. Frankly, it was a little.... unnerving. The Goof shook his head, whisking away any pent up uneasiness before it worsened, and without so much as a second thought, proceeded down the hallway.  

Past the various cork boards and posters adorned with school related nonsense, black pupils trained themselves on the second to last door down the stretch. There. If there was even a sliver of a chance He was still here he would be in that classroom. With his trademarks in check, the toon started a brisk walk towards the door but promptly stopped short at its beckoning feet. Out of nowhere, a sudden inner heat simmered and quickly spread through all of his joints, the overwhelming admixture of doubt and fear sensational enough to trigger a bodily shut down. 

‘No. Not now. You can’t fucking chicken out now. Cmon!’ Max could only mentally chide himself as he stood stoically in place, his whole self in emotional crisis. It was only the faint relics of mumbling which sounded from behind the door that pulled him from his critical stupor. With the taking of a few deep breaths alongside a timid self-assessment, he pushed the door open and slowly stepped inside. 

The drama room looked as it had always had. Posters featured with cheesy messages adorned themselves across the walls, and a few too many stage props lay scattered across the floor from a recent rehearsal. It was by no means the epitome of glamor, but a certain pride emanated from its upkeep, one that Max couldn't help but admire. In an instant, the sequestered mumbles from outside morphed into intelligible song and yearning eyes adjusted to what they had long sought after. The Warner’s back was turned, seemingly oblivious to Max’s presence as he worked away on a organizing task of some sort.

The sight gave Max gave way to an idea, an idea he may well regret in future minutes, but the end result would be well worth the pain. An evil smile curved upwards on the toon’s lips as he silently crept towards his newfound prey. In a matter of moments he was right behind the oblivious theatre dork. How he didn’t sense him he didn’t know, but neither did he care. It was time for the final strike...

“Boo!” 

“EEEP!” The prior singing abruptly subsided, a surprised shriek taking its place, emanating from Yakko’s innermost being as a pair of hands quickly ensnared his torso. The toon’s mind swirled in the trenches of fear as his eyes darted every which way until he sighted the familiar red sleeves of his ‘captor’ out of the corner of his eye. He paused his freakout of nearly half a minute, turning to meet the gaze of his now hysterically laughing friend.  

“What the hell Max! You know I don’t find that shit funny.” Yakko blushed with trenched eyebrows. His gaze was all too happy to turn downward, readjusting his now unkempt polo shirt back into his slacks.

Max let out a few more laughs before he lured back his framed casual facade. “Sorry Yak, it’s not my fault you’re so easily startled. I swear you’re easier than PJ sometimes.” 

Yakko rolled his eyes and gave a mock huff in response, but a small smile presented nonetheless. The sound of Max’s laugh seemed to reverberate through and husk away any potential anger. He just couldn’t stay mad. “Pssh, whatever. It’s just nice to see you drop by, skater boy. I don’t tend to get many visitors ‘round these parts after school” 

“To be honest I didn’t think you would actually be here. Don’t actually know how long Mrs. Jenkins keeps drama going.”

Yakko openly laughed at the comment, evenly folding up the stack of now visible playbills of past performances before setting them down. “Nah, Mrs. J is cool. On some days she lets me stay after to reorganize everything, sorta like today.” Yakko leaned upward and ruffled Max’s hair. “But enough about little ol’ me.”

That little action shouldn’t have fazed him. In all his 15 years on planet earth it never ceased to amaze Max how such meaningless gestures by his friend could freeze him steady and swiftly. It was through such gesture that served to reel the teen back into the intimidating confines of immediate reality. Max hastily wondered if it was possible to long for something so quickly, that flavored high of prior playful exchange now all but gone and lingered a blunt insipid aftertaste. An uncomfortable cough escaped him in processing, and only now did he realize his throat had suddenly gone dry. 

“Umm... actually, Yak, yeah, I came here for... another reason.” Max felt his face heat up at the last few words. He felt little choice than to dig into his pockets, finding little distraction in toying with loose lint particles.

“Oh. Well lay it on me dude! Don’t be holding out on me.” Yakko’s tone outwardly stayed its happy medium as he silently observed the sudden change of mood in his friend and inwardly kicked himself. Perhaps he had been too forceful? He often found himself bewildered by his friend. Max had managed to accumulate so much in the span of only a year and yet despite all of it, he remained constrained by his inherent, well, ‘Goofiness’. For anyone else, it would have caused issue with his morals, but Maximillian Goof was different. Yakko couldn’t deny he found his quirks to be absolutely adorable and how he relished in their appearance. 

Weighing what few options he felt he had, Max shyly stepped forward, thanking whatever deity laid above that he did so without fault, the gap between the two teens having now all but ceased. “it’- it’s better if I show you. That ok?” The constriction on the toon’s throat was becoming unbearable. Before the mind numbing grip of anxiety spread to the rest of him, Max gently placed his arms on Yakko’s scrawny shoulders, etching his digits in soft coated fur. Even through gloved hands, the feeling stirred excitement within him and served to give him reason to proceed with his next action.

Yakko, meanwhile, had little idea on how to process the whole scene. Having been the eldest of three siblings, this ‘upfront’ encounter style was foreign to him. It reduced his brain to mush and his legs feeble twigs. In a troubled haze he opted to cope through his preferred method. “Max... What- what are you doing?” He let out a nervous, shaky giggle. “I mean, I still technically have work to do- in fact don’t ya think we’re a bit too clos-“

Whatever nonsensical train of thought the other was about to conjure up was immediately lost as soft peach lips captured the other in an embrace fueled by desperation. A violent shock surged through Yakko, his face shading darker if even possible. Few times before had seconds felt like hours to the Warner, who could only stand rigid in processing the scene before him. In what must have been one stupefied second too long, Max retreated away, reckoning with his own self in half amazement before turning perturbed.

“I-I’m sorry. If you hate me now I understand but, I just couldn’t keep this feeling bottled up inside me anymore. It was... too much. Way too much...”

Reluctant confession now out in the open, the Goof’s head turned away, expecting to leave humiliated and emasculated with the overlooking threat of a months long depression. A place he was no stranger to. A place he had been absent from for so long and no fondness of returning to, but would manage accordingly.

Max didn’t manage to get far before he felt a faint tug on his hoodie sleeve.  was a blur to the teen, really, as promptly as the the first kiss had ended Max was spun around into a second, one filled with such great passion and feeling it made the ends of his hair stand. In that very moment nothing else mattered, the walls of the drama room, its furnishings, accompanied by all other worldly matters melted away in record time as months of repressed emotional turmoil were released. Emboldened with hand on cheek, Yakko tilted upwards to press into the taller teen, deepening the embrace and letting lose flurries of subtle moans. Max was all to happy to reciprocate, delving deeper into velvety caverns which emitted a taste that was so distinctly Yakko.

 After some time, the thick clutches of romance’s ecstatic bind released its prisoners, who now softly gasped for breath inches apart. As heated bodies cooled, the outline colors of the room leaked back into their intended place, and the world as they knew it was restored. The two could only gaze into each others eyes, reflecting adoring sentiments which escaped the capabilities of mere speech.

“I’ll say one thing Maximillian, you really know how to swoop a lady off her feet.” 

 “What can I say? When I’m dealing with a guy well read in theatric romance. It’s only natural for me to step up to my A game.” A cheesy grin now graced Max’s love stricken features, still grasping onto the tips of the Warner’s fingers.

“Keep talking and I’ll get the hammer to beat the cheese right out of you” He playfully punched into the other’s shoulder as they both giggled at their own display.

“Hey Yak?”

“Yeah? hehe”

“How does dinner at my place sound this Saturday, just you and me?”

In giving his response, not a trace hesitation was to be found. “I think I’d love that.”

End

[mahvaladara]

Isaiah: So, have you been any successful in getting any members?

Arlo fidgeted with his hands and looked down.

Arlo: I tried asking Anika and Apollo, but they don’t want to.

Isaiah: They don’t want to?

Arlo: I don’t Anika to join my club! She’s an ugly Poop face!

Isaiah lifted a brow and shook his head.

Isaiah: You shouldn't say that about Anika, you know. She is my daughter.

He noticed the way the boy looked absolutely shocked, staring at him wide eyed. Then he appeared to shrink, like a mouse caught in a trap, realizing he’d been insulting a girl to her dad. 

Arlo: I... didn’t know you were her dad...

Isaiah: She doesn’t tell a lot of people. Being the Principle’s daughter isn’t exactly a redeeming quality among your friends.

Arlo: Am I in trouble?

Isaiah: No, you don’t have to like my daughter, but I’d prefer if you refrained from insulting her.

Arlo: It’s just... it’s stupid.

Isaiah: What is stupid?

Arlo: She stole my only friend.

He frowned, staring at the boy then made a silent oh.

Isaiah: Apollo?

Arlo nodded.

Arlo: Before she came around he’d go adventuring with me. We’d look for dragons and stars and we’d do science projects together in the old school. He’d call me Looney Lo because I was Looney like the Looney Toons. I’d call him Polly Parrot... But now he just wants to be friends with Anika and spend time with Anika, and when he calls me Looney Lo it’s no longer because of the Looney Toons.

Isaiah: Maybe you just understood it wrong... 

Arlo: He’s calling me crazy, teach. I am not stupid, I may look stupid and say silly things, but I am not! No one thinks I’m Looney because of Looney Toons, thanks to Apollo and Anika and their friends, I might as well be called insane. 

Isaiah blinked, for a second, any sign of childhood disappeared from Arlo’s voice, substituted by a certain darkness.

Isaiah: It’s normal that your brother finds his own friend group. Maybe it’s a sign you need to find your own friend group.

Arlo: No one wants to be my friend. They say I’m crazy, and if they become my friends they’ll be crazy too. And now they are calling me racist too because of Anika.

Isaiah: It seems like Anika is at fault for all this misfortune...

Arlo: Isn’t she? If she wasn’t around-

[slashingdisneypasta]

PLATONIC FAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader|| Oneshot [Part 2]

Title: A Trip to the Store

Notes:

Another chapter re-written in a hurry before bed, just like the last 😅

So, this one will be in Psycho’s POV and every one from here on out will be in a weasels pov too. Next up is Greasy, for Y/N's first birthday chapter.

Plot: A baby girl is left on the Toon Patrol's front door step, and now they’ve gotta go shopping for her.

Warnings: Smoking, and unedited.

Psycho Weasel’s POV

I sure was surprised when the Boss said we were keeping Y/N- he barely keeps us alive!! It also just doesn’t really seem like his kind of thing… but here we are, shopping for nappies, so I suppose I could have been an itsy bit wrong about him~ Oh well.

“Duh, how about these ones Boss?” Stupid, sucking on a lollypop the owners of the store were kind enough to ‘let’ him swipe, points a sticky finger at a big box of pink diapers. Oh? “Those look fluffy.” I give a sniff in the direction of the box he’s chosen, and immediately scowl- holding my nose with a growl.

“I can smell those from here.”

Wheezy’s rolling the trolley up and down the aisle in order to entertain Y/N, but he can hear us just fine and gives a shrug as he passes us the turn down the row of nappies. “Might cover up the other smell, then.”

“It smells horrible, though,” I hiss back, voice sounding more nasal then usual because I’m pinching it, and glare at Wheezy. We’re not getting those.

“Fine. How bout these, then? Huh?” Smartass rolls his eyes, snatching up the box stacked next to the pink ones and reads the back. Reads the back?? Its nappies, not meat. They won’t expire- what’s he reading?? How much beating they can take???

Stupid tilts his head the side, sucking his lollypop before pulling it out of his mouth with a pop that surprises me- makes me flinch. Did anyone see that? “Uhhh isn’t Y/N a girl???”

Smartass glares at him in that confused, frowny way he does when he doesn’t understand what a comment means but he’s still MAD!! for some reason. He’s always mad for some reason. Poor guy.  “Yea, she’s a girl!”

“Welll, aren’t those ones for boys??” Stupid clarifies, stuck in his own head and not noticing the bosses rising blood pressure. This happens a lot.

As Wheezy rolls by again and I glare at him because I’m still irritated at him for vouching for the nasty smelling pink nappies, Smartass reaches over and grabs the trolley with one hand- halting him and Y/N, where they are. “What’s the difference?” The Betrayer asks.

“They’re blue!”

“Wh- “The boss looks mind-boggled, and it makes me giggle. Oh, Boss- “If my daughter wants blue ones, she’ll get blue ones!! Here, hold on- “Smartass grabs a pink box along with the blue, and sets them down in front of Y/N in the trolley. “Whichever one she reaches for, we're gonna get and I don’t wanna hear aany arguments about it - capishe?”

He looks to me, here, and I point at myself; Eyes wide and as innocent as can be. Me??

“Yeah, you, crazy pants. If she wants the pink ones, you’re gonna stay quiet about it.”

“… “There’s no point in arguing with the boss!~ Unfortunately. I slump. “Fine.”

… my eyes slip over to Y/N, sucking her little thumb under Wheezy, at the back of the trolley. You better pick the blue ones, little miss. I know where you live!~ I’m doing my best scary staring, but after a few moments of all 3 of us silently watching the little runt do nothing, I stop. I blink, and turn to Smartass. “I don’t think she underst- “

“Shhhhh!!!”

… hm. Well, I don’t care for that responce-

Suddenly Y/N finally makes a move, and I stand at attention; Tilting my head to the side as she giggles at nothing (Just like me!~ ) and sticks her whole fist in her mouth as best she can. Wheezy turns to Smartass, this time, a cold and unimpressed look on his face. Though- most expressions look cold on his face. So I’m never sure whether to really take it seriously. “So, what does that mean?”

“Well- its her right fist so I’m gonna say the box on the right.” The boss picks up the pink box and puts it back on the shelf, before grabbing a couple more of the blue boxes and stacking them carefully away from Y/N's little, oh-so-crushable body. “She speaks! Let’s move on- wait a second,” He suddenly turns to us, and we all straighten up a little bit as he does a quick, silent head count. Then he groans and clenches a fist tightly. “… Where’d we lose Greasy?”

“I am over here, amigo’s!!” We hear the familiar sound of Greasy’s voice call loudly from an aisle over, and go to check it out. What we see brings a smile to my face.

He looks pained and his eyes are a terrible red colour- he’s been pepper sprayed again!! That’s 3 times for the grocery store, and Wheezy owes me his dessert for a week (He bet it wouldn’t happen more then twice while we were in the store). I glance over at him and give a devious smirk, seeing the addict grit his teeth and pull his hat down further over his face, in shame.

Good.

Meanwhile Stupid’s getting a good giggle out of the display, because it never gets old, and Smartass is busy scolding his ‘right-hand man’~ “How many times is this going to happen TODAY!??” He demands, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the ground- which catches my attention. Boy, he does that a lot… he’s going to be a great mother.

-Oh! I forgot! “I have the water, Greasy!~ “

“Oh marvilloso, Psycho, please.” I pull the icey water bottle from inside my straight jacket, and hand it over. He immediately holds it to his eyes and sighs. “Gracias, loco. And- Smartass- in answer to your question- NEVER! Never again, ever. No more times! I am absolutely, totally, completely done with all of mujur kind- oh hola, chika~”

… He can’t even get through his sentence about renouncing ladies before he’s got his puffy, teary, red eyes locked on a new target walking by. Oh Greasy… classic Greasy…

The boss gives a heavy sigh, looking up at the ceiling. Or heaven?? Does the boss believe in heaven?? I should ask some time…

Anyway, the new lady that Greasy’s drooling at like he wants to eat her is busy stocking a shelf a few feet away - she works here, - , but lets him steal her attention away with his ‘poor sore eyes’, and ‘yes they hurt very much mariposa’ and ‘will you assist me por favour?~~’.

She comes over as Stupid, Smartass and I just watch the ‘buffoonery’ as Smartass mutters, and wait for the slap- or the kick- or the spray- or the booby trap…

Wheezy though, doesn’t care. He takes Y/N out of the trolley and sits down boredly on the floor with her in his lap. Stupid and I go with him, Stupid waiving at Y/N and touching paws with her as Smartass just continues to tap his foot and wait.

“Sí, sí, it hurts very badly- “Greasy gets cut off by the lady, when she catches sight of Wheezy with Y/N in his lap and she drops to her knees beside him.

“She is so cute! Is she yours??” She asks.

Greasy opens his mouth, but seeing as she’s talking to Wheezy, he’s cut off again. This time before he even speaks. “Nah, she’s his.” Wheezy nods towards Smartass, but the lady can’t tear her eyes away from the dirty, smoky floor man. He doesn’t seem to notice, though, but I see his foot twitching and I know he’s starting to experience withdrawals from not smoking the last 5 minutes inside the store… so… that would explain that. He also doesn’t seem to notice that Greasy’s now tapping his foot along with Smartass, but that could be voluntary. I’m going to ignore it, too~

“Uh, I hope you don’t mind me saying this sir, but… your eyes are really beautiful… “The lady says, staring and Wheezy’s eyes. I move to be behind her and look at his eyes, too, from her point of view- and shrug. I see nothin’ special~

Hey- how come she’s so close to him? Doesn’t she have a nose?? Wheezy smells like if you hovered above a steam train and stuck your nose in the chimney! I can barely stand sleeping down the hall from him.

Suddenly the boss leans down and yoinks Y/N up and away from Wheezy- who still doesn’t seem to notice the attention he’s getting from the employee lady. He only seems to notice when Y/N's taken away and looks up questioningly at the boss. “Whats up?- “

“Don’t be getting all romance-like with my infant daughter in your lap, you moron!” Smartass snaps loudly, kicking the addict in the head.

Which, of course, is hilarious. Stupid, Greasy and I start giggling about it, before Smartass sends us all a death-look and we all shut up- me covering my mouth with my long comfy sleeves, Greasy coughing, and Stupid sticking his lollypop back into his mouth.

Wheezy… is not so amused. But he takes this as an excuse to take out his cigarettes and pointedly light up inside the store. After one draw he totally relaxes, eyes clearing into focus as he turns and blows smoke out at the lady. She coughs and sputters, and it’s funny but I don’t blame her having been at the gross end of that weasels cigarettes before- and jumps up again. “Oh- “She coughs, looking angry as Wheezy sighs and casually gets up as well, casually leaning back. “Gross! Ugh- you can’t smoke in the store. I’m gonna go get my manager.” She then storms off, hands in fists at her sides.

… ha, I think, waiving at her back. Okay!~ See you soon!~

While Wheezy just shrugs and methodically cues up a few more smokes, and Smartass facepalms, making Y/N giggle at her dad- Greasy peers inside the trolley, suddenly. “-WAIT, amigos. What are… what are these?”

“Nappies… “Smartass replies slowly, looking at him like he’s dumb.

“Sí,” Greasy nods, like he knew the whole time. “And… does anyone know how to change those??”

The question has us all silent for a few moments, in various stages of shock and disgust. Do you KNOW what happens in these things?? I’m not going anywhere near any stink bombs!! No, no, no no no no- “Not it!!! Not it, not it, not it- “

“Not it either,” Wheezy steps back, arms raised.

“Absolutely not it.” Greasy shudders.

Stupid manages to blurt out the words next, before a dumbfounded Smartass. “Not it!”

“… What… Ff- “Smartass was about to swear, but glances at the baby by his head and scowls at her. “Fine! You know what? Fine. I’ll take the responsibility, you chicken shits.” With the last bit, he glares at us, but I just grin, and salute him with Wheezy.

Brave boss. Sad, stinky boss… But brave boss.

[pines-troz]

Weekend With The Warners: Chapter Eight

Summary: When the CEO assigns Pinky and The Brain with the important task of watching over the Warners for the weekend, Brain is prepared for any antics that the children have in store. What he didn’t take into account was forming a familial bond with the kids.

Warning: The last third of this chapter includes animal testing (albeit not a graphic depiction) as well as PTSD and trauma.

Word Count: 11,403

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27849962/chapters/75446471

Before the break of dawn, Brain awoke from his slumber to find his left arm trapped underneath his slumbering partner. The mouse prided himself on being the big spoon, there were moments where he preferred to be the little spoon. He loved feeling the warmth from Pinky's soft fur while contentedly nestling in the taller mouse's affectionate embrace. Try as he might, Brain could never fully achieve success as the big spoon. While he tried his hardest to assert his protective nature when he wrapped his arms around his tall partner, he always felt like a little backpack.

Brain snaked his left arm, which fell numb from supporting Pinky's weight. Feeling an itch underneath his chin, he took his right hand to ameliorate the situation only to feel the scruffy grey hairs growing from his ivory fur. The mouse groaned in irritation. He was going to take Pinky and the Warners out for an exquisite brunch at an upscale restaurant and he needed to clean up if he wanted to blend in with the other patrons. Well, about as much as a small laboratory mouse escorting three toon children of indeterminate species could.

Not wanting to wake Pinky up, Brain carefully snuck out of bed and trotted over to the bathroom to shave. However, the mouse didn't take into account that only two of the Warners were still snoozing in the other bed.

When Brain opened up the bathroom door, he was shocked to find a most horrifying sight.

"Oh, dear God!" The small mouse shouted as he stared at Yakko, still dressed in his pajamas, setting up a guillotine while happily humming the tune to 'Yakko's World'.

"What, in the name of Socrates's tainted tongs, are you doing with that guillotine?" Brain demanded.

"Oh, this old thing" Yakko mentioned, pointing a thumb at the execution device. "Well, I'm in a little bit of a dilemma. This morning I woke up to find little hairs growing around my face." The teen explained. Taking out a magnifying glass from his hammerspace, he leaned towards Brain to show him the few, practically microscopic black hairs that sprouted around his face. "So naturally, I figured that I shave off those pesky facial hairs before going out for brunch."

Brain smacked his paw against his giant head. "Yakko, I admire your eagerness, but a guillotine is not considered to be a proper tool for shaving." The mouse headed over towards the execution device, which was supported by small black wheels, and pushed it as hard as his little mouse body would allow. "Perhaps we should set aside this device for more serious matters, like dealing with corrupt politicians or heartless billionaires." He explained as he pushed the guillotine out of the bathroom, which then disappeared upon crashing into the wall.

"Well, then how else am I gonna shave." Yakko inquired impatiently.

"With a razor, Robespierre," Brain sarcastically answered.

"Oh, I gotcha!" Yakko acknowledged with a grin. The teen reached into his hammerspace once more and retrieved an old Motorola Razr model flip phone.

Brain frowned indignantly with furrowed brows. "Now you're just teasing me." Yakko flashed a playful smile in response.

"Allow me to assist you in the proper etiquette of shaving." The pudgy mouse remarked as he took the tape measure elevator up to the counter. "There should be some shaving cream, exfoliator scrub, after-shave cream, and a couple of disposable razors in the drawer."

"Since when do mice grow facial hair anyway?" Yakko asked.

"A strange inquiry coming from the boy who summoned a guillotine out of thin air." Brain responded in a sardonic tone. "No, it's impossible for the average mouse to grow facial hair. I believe that this is yet another side effect of having gone through the gene splicer, in addition to having an increased life span and the ability to take in a comical amount of pain."

"Now go fetch me the necessary tools from the drawer." Brain firmly commanded. "There should be some shaving cream, exfoliator scrub, a couple of disposable razors, and a bottle of after-shave."

Yakko opened up the drawer and saw two navy blue razors covered with a plastic shield and a blue bottle of shaving cream. "You mean these things?" The teen inquired as he held them up.

"Yes, Yakko," Brain answered as he headed towards the sink faucet. With tiny paws, he lifted the rod and turned on the handles. He looked over at Yakko, who began to shake the bottle of shaving cream. Just as he started to dispense some of the creams, Brain approached the teen.

"Now let's not get too excited with the shaving cream. You must first wash your face." The mouse explained. Once the sink was filled with an appropriate amount of water, he turned it off. Cupping his hands, Brain dipped them into the warm water and spread them across his face. "The warm water will relax your skin and make it more receptive to the razor and less prone to razor bumps."

Yakko copied Brain's instructions. But then his playful side kicked in when he dunked his gloved hands into the sink and flicked a few droplets of water onto Brain. The mouse flinched the moment he was assaulted by the sink water.

"Yakko," Brain grumbled.

"Sorry, teach!" Yakko playfully apologized.

For the next five minutes, Brain continued to teach Yakko the proper shaving etiquette. While the teen got a little overboard with applying too much shaving cream, he managed to do a decent job with his first go at shaving. Brain was thankful that Yakko didn't do anything remotely crazy while using the disposable razor. After they rinsed off with cold water, Brain taught the teen how to apply the after-shave.

Once the little impromptu shaving lesson was complete, Yakko admired his clean-shaven face, feeling like a million bucks. Brain smiled at his eager pupil. "Well, I commend you for your quick learning." The big-headed mouse complimented.

"Thanks, Brain," Yakko replied. "Though, I gotta ask you something, who taught you how to shave anyway?"

"I taught myself," Brain answered. "I learned most, if not all, of the important life skills all on my own and without any assistance."

The room grew silent. Yakko stared at the mouse with a concerned expression. Brain seldom brought up his life as a laboratory mouse. "So no one taught you anything?"

Brain only shook his head. "I was only a young child when scientists separated me from my family and home in the wilderness to be incarcerated at Acme Labs."

Yakko instinctively rubbed the back of his head, feeling a pang of empathy for the mouse. He knew what it was like to be self-reliant at a young age, but he never had any loving paternal figures before he was locked away at the tower alongside his younger siblings. Even still, the teen was curious about Brain's youth and carefully crafted his question before speaking up.

"Do you remember anything about your parents?"

Brain's eyes widened at the eldest Warner's inquiry. It was an innocent question born from genuine interest and curiosity. So the mouse decided to provide a satisfactory answer. "My memories of my early childhood are fairly hazy, but there are aspects of it I distinctly remember. The warmth of my parents' fur whenever they embraced me, their ruby red eyes that glimmered in the sun, the richness of my mother's milk, and the nights spent snuggling close to them as we slumbered in our tin-can home."

Yakko noticed the sad smile on Brain's face as he reminisced of his early youth. The teen couldn't imagine how horrifying it must be to be permanently separated from his family. "And you never saw them again?"

Brain looked at the eldest Warner. "Well I did encounter my parents years later, but the reunion was not as joyful as it could have been."

"What happened?" Yakko asked.

"Let's just say that they don't necessarily approve of my life choices, save for having Pinky as my roommate." Brain answered flatly.

"Ah," Yakko noted. The teen felt sorry for the mouse and tried his best to provide some consolation. "Well, at least you got to see your parents again,"

"Yes," Brain muttered, casting his eyes down on the countertop.

Yakko sadly frowned, noting that his words of comfort didn't do the trick. He drummed his fingers on the countertop. There was something else that Yakko needed to get off his chest, but he didn't know how well to articulate it. "Well, you're not the only one who had to learn everything on their own."

Brain looked up at the eldest Warner. The mouse thought back to the early days of his acting gig on Animaniacs, and the various stories he heard about the three troublesome toon siblings who were locked up by the studio for over sixty years because they were too much to handle. When he first heard of these tales, the mouse was initially intimidated by the toon children due to the sheer chaos they possessed. But as he and Pinky got to know their co-stars, Brain's fears melted away, and as he pondered over their backstory, he became sympathetic to their plight. He couldn't begin to imagine the difficulties the children faced of being isolated in a water tower for so long. This hardship must have been harrowing for poor Yakko, who had to learn everything on his own on top of having to care for his two younger siblings.

Brain rubbed his left arm up and down. "I guess so," he said softly. As much as the mouse wanted to ask questions about the teen's upbringing, he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead, he wanted to reassure the boy.

Brain looked up at Yakko and carefully approached his hand, which was leaning on the countertop. "I am well aware of the unfair circumstances that forced you to become the sole caregiver of your dear siblings," he gingerly addressed. "And while you have done a tremendous job, you should not have to be the only one providing for your family."

Yakko was stunned by what he was hearing. He gave an astonished look at the mouse, who placed his firm, yet gentle paws over his hand.

Brain stared up at the eldest Warner with a steadfast expression on his face. "I don't know what it's like to be an older sibling, but I recognize the responsibility that comes with taking care of the ones you love."

Yakko didn't have to be a rocket scientist to realize that Brain was referring to his dearest Pinky. Ever since he first met them in the early nineties, the mice were as close as can be and were always seen together whenever they went about in the studio lot. Much like how he was always with his siblings whenever they caused playful pandemonium.

"And if you need any help, you can always call upon myself and Pinky." Brain solemnly offered. "We're more than happy to assist you in any way if you so choose."

Yakko was surprised to hear such a suggestion coming from Brain. Wakko and Dot were already enamored with the idea of having mouse parents, and the mice were willing to step up to the plate. Perhaps he no longer had to bear the solitary responsibility of taking proper care of his siblings. What's more, the constant attention he would receive from two guardians was another enticing aspect of the deal.

"Well Brain, I just might take your offer into consideration!" He responded with an eager smile. The teen carefully scooped the big-headed mouse into his hands.

Brain allowed a small smile to cross his lips. He was finally getting through to the boy!

"And Brain," Yakko spoke up. "I forgot to tell you this earlier, but I wanna thank you for helping Wakko find his drawing from the library."

The mouse's ears perked upwards at the grateful tone.

"It made my sib's day and I'm grateful that you went the extra mile for them," Yakko explained with a smile.

At that moment, Brain was speechless. What he once saw as another wacky situation was seen as a genuine act of kindness. "You're welcome." He quietly replied.

The sudden noise of bouncing bed springs followed by jovial laughter reached their ears. Brain and Yakko emerged from the bathroom to find Wakko and Dot playfully wrestling on the bed while Pinky cheered on, thrusting his purple pom-poms into the air.

"Alright, that's enough roughhousing children!" Brain alerted the two Warners in a slightly strict tone before turning his attention towards his partner. "And quit enabling their shenanigans, Pinky!"

"Oops, sorry Brain," Pinky quickly apologized with a hint of regret in his tone.

Brain leaped off of Yakko's hands and landed on top of the mattress. "Now, I'm taking you all out for breakfast and I want you all to dress to impress!"

-                     -                        -                             -                            -

The group was seated at the round table at the nearest upscale restaurant, happily enjoying their brunch. Everyone dressed their best for the special meal. Pinky wore a flowy strawberry-printed dress, Brain wore a purple blazer and matching skater skirt, a black turtleneck sweater, and a gold chain necklace. Yakko wore a billowy puffy white shirt with rainbow suspenders attached to his brown slacks, Wakko wore a red-and-black plaid kilt in addition to their blue sweater, and Dot wore a red T-shirt and blue overalls with a small rainbow across the front.

Everything was running smoothly during their brunch. Brain indulged himself and Pinky in the finest dishes on the menu. The Warners even made the effort to be zany to a moderate degree. They all engaged in playful conversation. Brain looked over to see how happy Yakko was, laughing with his siblings. Some of the other patrons looked at the toon children with a mix of fear or disgust, but Brain didn't care. As long as they were happy, then he was happy.

While they waited for the check to come in, Brain took a spoon and gently tapped it on the side of his glass of water. "Attention!" He called out.

The Warners and Pinky turned their attention towards the big-headed mouse. Wakko was especially excited. "Are we gonna bust into an elaborate musical number?" He asked, taking out a pair of drumsticks from their hammerspace.

"That won't be necessary, Wakko." Brain addressed. "Now, since our day is winding down, I have one more important activity for us to engage in after we check out of the hotel and bring your luggage back to the studio lot."

"Are we gonna help you take over the world?!" Dot asked excitedly.

"A valid guess, but no." Brain answered though he was pleased to hear the Warner sister's suggestion come off as genuine. "Instead, we shall spend the afternoon at the park!"

"Poit! We'll play all sorts of games, like frisbee, and flying kites, and pet any doggies that walk by!" Pinky joyfully added.

The Warners exchanged eager glances at each other. "And if we're lucky, we can drop by the Wheel of Morality!" Yakko suggested.

"Egad, that sounds fun-fun, silly-willy!" Pinky cheered.

The waitress approached the table and handed Brain the black flipbook that contained the check. The mouse thanked the waitress and proceeded to inspect the check. The expensive brunch totaled two-hundred and fifty dollars and twenty-four cents. He was grateful that the studio would be paying for this extravagant expense. Without a word, Brain retrieved the golden credit card and placed it in the folder, slapped the flipbook shut, and returned it to the waitress.

Despite the wacky antics, he endured all weekend long, he was thankful to have his fine-dining experience.

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A blue Uber van pulled up at the front of the Warner Bros. Studio lot. Once the side door opened, the Warners and the mice quickly emerged from the vehicle with their luggage in tow. Brain piloted his mechanical human suit once again, grabbing some of the suitcases. He was thankful that the process of checking out of the hotel and commuting back to Burbank went off without a hitch. Once the van sped off, the group looked up at the studio lot.

"Home again, home again," Yakko blissfully sighed.

"Unfortunately, the CEO doesn't want any of us to set foot in the lot until sunset." Brain advised the Warners. "Why don't I fly over to the water tower and drop off your belongings there before we head to the park."

The Warners happily agreed, giving the mouse the rest of their luggage. "Pinky and I will be back in a minute, so don't do anything rash while we're gone."

"We weren't planning on it, since neither of us has any ointment," Wakko replied.

"And remember, the door's a pull, not a push!" Yakko quickly added.

"Duly noted," Brain acknowledged as he started his engines. The jet boosters in his shoes ignited and the suit was launched into the air.

Dot's eyes widened with excitement as she felt her hair and skirt blow through from the suit's jet engines. She remembered the excitement on Wakko's face when he gushed over how fun it was to ride on Brain's suit. Not wanting to be left out, the Warner sister wanted a piece of the action.

The girl reached into her hammerspace and took out a megaphone. "Hey Brain, I just remembered that I forgot something in the water tower and I need to go get it."

The mice heard her request. Brain yanked the controls, turning the suit around to retrieve the Warner sister.

Dot bounced in excitement when she saw the suit fly down.

But Yakko grew suspicious of his sister. "Do you even need to go back to the water tower?"

"No," Dot casually admitted with a confident smile.

But before any of her siblings could react, Dot was swept off of her feet and carefully secured in Brain's mechanical arms. The task of balancing the Warner sister and the various suitcases proved to be a challenge, but not an impossible feat. After shifting his position, he found a satisfactory position and maintained his steadiness over the controls.

The first thing she felt was the wind flowing through her fur. She then glanced down at the various buildings in the studio, admiring the aerial perspective of her beloved abode.

Dot's eyes widened as she observed the movie lot from above. "Woah,"

"Isn't it so much fun!" Pinky exclaimed from the comfort of the coat pocket.

"The greatest!" She eagerly replied.

Brain allowed a small smirk as he listened to their conversation.

But the fun didn't last long when Brain shifted the controls of his suit just before they arrived at the water tower. With a hard tug, he managed to stop the suit before it could collide with the water tower door. He carefully placed Dot down on the steps first before proceeding to drop the luggage.

Dot opened up the Warner Bros. logo door open, gesturing the mice to enter. She swiftly turned on the light switch, illuminating her humble home. The interior of the water tower was in a somewhat pristine state, ignoring the crumpled up bags of potato chips and napkins scattered across the floor.

Pinky hopped out from the pocket and landed on the floor with a thud. Laughing off the pain, he got up and explored the interior of the water tower. "Poit! A lot has changed since the last time we were up in the water tower." He observed.

"Yup," Dot agreed. "My siblings and I made some adjustments to keep up with the times."

The mice looked at the three bunk beds stacked on top of each other. But Brain wore a frown when he noticed Yakko's bed was merely a ball pit.

"Is that supposed to be Yakko's bed?" Brain addressed, pointing the suit's hand over to the ball pit.

Dot hummed and nodded in response. The smaller mouse rolled his eyes. "I bet his chiropractor is having a field day."

His eyes then darted over to a few books scattered near the bunk beds. There were a few amoral paperback romance novels that must have belonged to Yakko. But among the myriad of inappropriate literature laid the cover of a particular picture book that featured a colorful red and green caterpillar. The innocent-looking bug caught Brain's attention and he gingerly picked up the book. As he inspected the book cover, his mind began to flashback to the early years of his acting career.

Warner Movie Lot, 1992

Pinky skipped gaily, tugging Brain by his wrist as he led his roommate over to the iconic yellow and red water tower that lay in the heart of the movie studio. Brain stared up at the tower, trying his best to conceal his fear of the Warner siblings.

The mice just started their work as actors after a plan to take over the world gone wrong had serendipitously landed them starring roles in an upcoming variety show called Animaniacs, which was set to air the following year. Brain intended to use this opportunity of acting in a prestigious television program to gain the admiration of the masses who would pledge their unyielding loyalty to him as Earth's leader. However, the megalomaniacal mouse rarely interacted with the other co-stars and crew members. His years in the lab instilled a distrust towards humans that was hard to shake off, and he mostly kept to himself. But Pinky seemed to be living his best life on the set. Always chatting with the cast and crew members and charming them with his cheerful disposition.

While on the set, Brain heard numerous horror stories from various crew members about the three toon children who recently escaped from the water tower and caused all sorts of chaos all over the movie lot. And it just so happened that one of Pinky's newfound friends was the Warner sister, Dot.

She initially invited Pinky over to the water tower to play dress-up, but the obtuse mouse insisted that he bring along Brain as well, and the girl was not opposed to having an extra guest in her home.

The mice arrived at the bottom of the water tower. Brain stared up at the yellow and red water tank, calculating how he and Pinky could reach the top. He regretted not bringing his human suit along for the playdate. But before he could come up with a plan, the water tank began to descend as if it was an elevator. Once the tank hit the ground, the Warner Bros. shield opened to reveal Wakko and Dot wearing admittedly adorable bellboy uniforms. Pinky clapped his hands and hopped on each foot upon seeing two of the Warners siblings.

"Going up?" Wakko inquired.

"What other option do I have?" Brain dryly remarked as he followed Pinky through the door. Once the mice entered the water tower, Dot slammed the door shut and Wakko pulled the lever, causing the water tank to ascend back to its original place.

Wakko and Dot swiftly took off their uniforms to reveal their regular attire; Wakko dressed in their signature oversized blue sweater and backward red cap while Dot wore her pink skirt and yellow flower hair tie.

The Warner sister approached Pinky and scooped him up into her hands. "Oh, it's so good to see you again!" She chirped as she twirled around, causing the lanky mouse to laugh heartily.

"Thank you for inviting Brain and me over to your house. Narf!" Pinky exclaimed. "Oh, I know we're going to all have a fun-fun, silly-willy time together!"

"I should show you my new playhouse and all the doll clothes I recently bought!" Dot suggested.

"Oh, that sounds like tons of fun!" Pinky merrily replied.

Brain looked over at the two with a raised brow. While he was secretly glad that Pinky was occupied in his own inane activities, he was at a loss of what to do. He was stuck in the infamous water tower and had to endure the chaos of the Warners for who knows how long.

But his ponderings ceased the moment he was scooped up in the hands of the middle Warner sibling. He looked over at Wakko, who must have sensed his loneliness from being excluded from Pinky and Dot's antics.

"Can we hang out together?" Wakko asked with twinkling eyes.

Brain glanced at Wakko and didn't know what to make of the young toon. After listening to the various stories about him, he was the most chaotic and violent of the trio, always quick to whack people with a mallet or any other cartoonish weapons at their disposal. The mouse decided that it would be best to appease the middle child in the hopes of forging a solid acquaintance so that he would not face their wrath.

"I would be delighted to accompany you in whatever activities you have in store." Brain answered with a nervous smile.

"Great!" Wakko cheered, leaping from the floor while holding Brain in their grasp. He bounced over to the couch.

"We could share my snacks and read my favorite story of all time!" Wakko said as he placed the mouse on the sofa before bounding over to the refrigerator. Only seconds have passed when he returned to the couch with a whole platter of different snacks: bags of chips, bananas, different types of cheeses, pudding, and cookies.

Brain stared at the small buffet laid out on the coffee table before looking back at Wakko, who reached into their red cap and took out The Hungry Caterpillar and gave it to him.

The small mouse inspected the cover of the book before glancing back at the snacks and over to Wakko. "Well, I can understand your enthusiasm over this particular book."

"I have never related to any character as much as that caterpillar." Wakko declared with a nod.

"I see," Brain muttered. "Well, to make this activity more interesting, why don't we take turns reading."

"Sounds fun!" Wakko agreed.

For the next five minutes, Brain and Wakko read aloud the story about a caterpillar with an enormous appetite who then turned into a beautiful butterfly. As they took turns reading, Brain noticed the glimmer of joy in Wakko's eyes as he observed the colorful illustrations. Perhaps the young toon was not as bad as he thought and was unfairly mischaracterized by the other studio workers. Once they were finished with the story, they heard the door open. The two glanced over to see Yakko Warner entering the water tower.

Once the eldest Warner shut the door behind him, he glanced around his abode to see his siblings interacting with their co-stars and, presumably, friends. WIth Wakko sitting with Brain and Dot dressing Pinky up in a pink flower hat and purple sunglasses.

"Oh, I didn't know we had company over!" He exclaimed as he gazed at the mice.

Wakko bounced off from the couch and landed in their brother's arms. "Big brother, you've come home!"

Yakko laughed as he carefully placed Wakko back on the ground. "I was busy filming an important song segment about the countries of the world."

"A song about countries? That'll never catch on." Wakko disagreed, giving their older brother a shove.

"Oh, we'll see about that, baby sib." Yakko playfully ruffled Wakko's cap.

"Yakko!" Dot exclaimed, tackling her older brother in a surprise hug.

"Hey, sis!" Yakko replied as he hugged her back. He then glanced over at the two mice: The lanky mouse that wore a purple scarf and the big-headed mouse that was on the couch. "And who else do we have here?"

"Our new co-stars and our new friends," Wakko answered confidently.

Yakko's eyes lit up when he figured out who they were. "Oh yeah, Binky and the Pain, is it?"

"Actually, we're Pinky and The Brain!" Brain corrected as he hopped off the couch and trotted over to the siblings. "But rest assured, Sakko, we're not only your co-stars and acquaintances, but we're the future world leaders-"

"Actually, it's Yakko." The eldest Warner corrected with a pointed hand.

"Right, and now you know how it feels to have your name mispronounced." Brain curtly acknowledged.

"Eh, fair enough." Yakko shrugged in agreement.

"So, now that we're all here, what should we do next?" Dot asked excitedly.

Wakko looked over at the mice and smiled. "Could you guys take us to McDonald's?" He asked.

"What?" Brain sputtered. "Pinky and I don't have enough money to pay for such frivolities, and our next paycheck won't come in until Friday!"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that, I've got ya covered!" Yakko assured as he took out a brown sack full of money from his hammerspace. "Scratchy is already busy with his patients and we need someone to take us out for some fast food!"

Dot approached the mouse, batting her glowing black eyes and wearing the most adorable pout. "Oh, pretty please Brain!" She pleaded in a cutesy voice.

Brain crossed his arms and frowned, refusing to cave into Dot's powerful cuteness. "Pinky and I have important work to do soon back at the lab!"

"Like watching the latest episode of Seinfeld?" Pinky asked.

"No, Pinky. Our plans for global conquest!" Brain curtly replied.

"But you can't take over the world on an empty stomach!" Wakko argued.

"Ugh, I'd rather consume my hat than McDonald's," Brain sourly remarked.

Yakko carefully inspected Brain with the intention of breaking down the mouse's barriers until he gave in. He tapped his siblings' shoulders and grinned mischievously and began to chant. "McDonald's! McDonald's!"

Soon Wakko and Dot joined their brother in the chanting. "McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!

Brain's eye twitched at the incessant shouts. The Warners began to circle around the mouse. The moment Pinky joined the toon siblings in their parade, that was the final straw. Brain raised his fists and the air and shouted. "Oh, all right! Pinky and I will take you out for some cheap fast food!"

The Warners bounced around the mice in jubilation. While Pinky eagerly clapped, Brain pouted as he bitterly crossed his arms once more.

"Don't be so glum, Brain!" Wakko said in earnest as he picked the grumpy mouse up. "Maybe some happy meals will cheer you up!" He explained while placing the mouse on top of their head.

"Ready to go, sibs and mouse friends!" Yakko asked excitedly.

"Ready!" Dot chirped as she scooped Pinky up in her hands and placed him on top of her head.

"Ready!" Wakko added with a thumbs up.

"Affirmative." Brain tiredly sighed, gripping his paws on the red hat.

"Narf!" Pinky called out.

"I'll take that as a yes," Yakko mentioned. "Now let's roll!"

Yakko opened up the door, hopped on the railing, and leaped off. Wakko and Dot followed suit as they jumped off the water tower to catch up with their big brother. Pinky cheered while Brain let out an anxious "nyaaaah" as they made their descent. Fortunately, the Warners bounced upon the concrete ground with great nimbleness.

"Boingy! Boingy! Boingy!" The Warners chorused as they bounced around the movie lot. Both mice grabbed onto their respective toon siblings as they moseyed about.

On their trail, they passed by Slappy Squirrel, who walked in the opposite direction whilst carrying her green purse. The veteran toon star smirked as she waved at the three children and the two lab mice. "Have fun, you crazy kids." She called out.

As the Warners continued on their merry way, the loud shriek of the officer's whistle shattered their merriment. They looked over to see Ralph the security guard, running up to them as fast as he could with a comically large net.

"Yikes!" The Warners shouted. Revving up their legs, they made a mad dash out of the studio, carrying the mice along with them.

"Alright children, we better make this trip to McDonald's a quick one. For Pinky and I must return to the lab by seven."

"Why Brain?" Wakko asked. "What are you and Pinky doing at seven?"

"The same thing we do every night, Wakko," the mouse grimly replied. "Try to take over the world!"

"Hey, Brain!" The Warner sister sang while snapping her fingers. "Earth to Brain, you come in?"

The mouse shook his head as he looked over at Dot, who cradled Pinky in her hands. His perception of her and her siblings has drastically changed over the years. His fear of the toon children's playful and unpredictable nature was replaced with endearment. Brain regained his focus and returned to the present. "My apologies dear, I was just reminiscing."

"Totally understandable," Dot replied with a warm smile.

The mouse placed the picture book back on top of the pile and approached the Warner sister.

"So did you find all the things you were looking for?" Brain inquired.

"Actually, I lied to you. I only said that just so I could get a ride on your mechanical human suit." Dot confessed without a twinge of regret. "Are you ready to head over to the park?"

"Yes, always." Brain replied flatly as he exited the water tower. After Dot closed the door, he picked her back up, with Pinky in tow, and they flew off.

Back at the studio entrance, Yakko and Wakko were in a heated game of checkers when they heard the loud jet engines purring up above. Brain descended from the air, landing on the sidewalk on the suit's two feet.

"Thanks for the lift, Brain!" Dot chirped as she hopped off from the suit and passed Pinky back to the big-headed mouse, who securely tucked him in the front pocket.

"So, how about we head over to the park for some wholesome fun and merriment?" Brain asked with a wave of his mechanical arm.

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot cheered as they bounced around the suit. With a resounding yes from the siblings, they started to make their way over to the park.

Dot approached Yakko. "Can you give me a piggy-back ride? I wanna save all of my energy for when we arrive at the park."

"Your wish is my command, princess," Yakko answered as he propped his sister onto his back. Dot giggled contentedly as she adjusted herself on top of her brother's shoulders.

Wakko sadly looked on. He couldn't help but feel left out by the sibling bonding. "Can I get a turn soon?"

Yakko looked over at Wakko with sympathetic eyes. "Of course sib, but you have to wait a little while."

While Wakko was relieved that Yakko had not forgotten about them, their shoulders sagged with impatience.

Brain noted the middle child's forlorn frown. The mouse knew exactly how to cheer Wakko up. "You don't need to wait any longer, sport." Using the man-suit, Brain lifted Wakko up and placed the middle child on his shoulders.

"This is awesome!" Wakko cheered, raising their hands in the air.

Pinky looked up from the pocket. "Aww, can I have a turn soon?"

"Don't worry, Dad," Wakko assured. He tried to reach for Pinky, but Brain recognized what he was doing and grabbed Pinky for them, placing the taller mouse into Wakko's hands. Wakko then placed Pinky on top of their hat.

Yakko looked up at Wakko and the mice and smiled. As he carried Dot, he thought of a wonderful idea.

"Hey Brain, I betcha Dot and I will get to the park first." He declared with a mischievous grin. The teen revved up his feet and began to race down the sidewalk. Dot giggled as she held onto her older brother.

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Dot shouted gleefully.

Wakko looked at their siblings, who were already many paces ahead, and frowned. "Brain, we have to beat them!"

"Don't worry, Wakko," Brain assured. "For I have an ace up my sleeve."

The mouse pressed the buttons on the control panel, causing the jet engines to fire up. A few seconds later, the mechanical human suit rose a few feet above the sidewalk.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Wakko exclaimed.

"Hold on, you two!" Brain ordered as he took off.

Wakko gripped one hand on the suit's shoulder and the other hand on top of Pinky, securing him onto the red cap. The lanky mouse and the middle Warner cheered as they flew above the sidewalk. The trio managed to catch up with Yakko and Dot within seconds. Gripping the control lever, Brain maneuvered the suit's arm and swiftly caught the other two Warners in his hold. The pudgy mouse steered the controls and lifted up the suit to a higher elevation.

Yakko and Dot laughed as they were reunited with Wakko. Pinky felt his eyes watering at the sight of the siblings enjoying themselves while Brain drove the suit. Once Brain located the park, he made a swift descent towards the destination. Pinky and the Warners cheered as they approached the park. Brain slowly turned off the jet engines as he landed near an empty picnic bench. He was able to land the suit on both feet while carrying his passengers.

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot leaped off of the suit and landed on the ground. "We won! We won! We won!" They chanted as they bounced around the picnic table.

Pinky and Brain smiled at the children. They took in the beautiful scenery of the green trees and bushes among the luscious green grass. The mice were eager to have a grand old time at the park with the Warners.

Yakko and Dot reached into their hammerspaces and took out their kites. Yakko's kite had rainbow colors, while Dot's kite had purple and gold stripes. At that moment, Pinky had an idea. "Hey kids, can I fly with you?" He asked.

"Of course!" Yakko answered. "But I don't know if I have a mouse-sized kite anywhere."

"No, no, no," Pinky gently dismissed. "I mean, I want to fly on the kite!"

Yakko and Dot looked at each other before turning their gaze back at the lanky mouse. "Well, in that case, I don't see why not!" Yakko said as he took out some tape from his hammerspace.

"Fly on my kite, Pinky!" Dot cheered as she laid out her kite.

Pinky happily hopped onto the kite and spread himself out. He always had fun when Brain taped him up tight to a chair or the television screen during past plans for global conquest, but the thought of being taped to a kite exhilarated him. "Now don't hesitate to use extra tape! Zort!"

Meanwhile, Wakko took out a blue frisbee and approached Brain. "Hey Dadoo, wanna play frisbee with me?"

"Certainly," Brain answered with a small smile.

Wakko handed the frisbee over to Brain. The mouse gently held the plastic disc in his grip and looked out to Wakko, who ran about twenty feet away.

"Ready!" The toon child shouted.

Brain gripped the disc as he maneuvered the mechanical arms back. Thrusting the lever, he launched the frisbee. The blue disc glided across the air until Wakko leaped up and caught it in their mouth.

Wakko landed on all fours and sprinted down the grass like an eager dog. He then skidded to a stop when he was close to Brain, but managed to dig their heels into the grass and stop before he could collide with the mouse. Wakko contentedly dropped the frisbee in front of the suit's feet, wagged their tail a mile a minute, and panted eagerly with their tongue lolling out.

Brain snorted at Wakko's silliness. While the mouse wasn't sure what animal the Warners were supposed to be modeled after, but he was certain that the middle child inherited many traits found in the average canine. "Do you even know how to throw?"

"No throw!" Wakko replied with an ounce of ferocity in their tone. "Only give!"

The mouse rolled his eyes. "Alright, I think it's high time someone taught you the art of throwing."

With a wave of the mechanical hand, Brain commanded Wakko to stand up, to which the middle child eagerly obeyed.

"Now, the most important element of frisbee is about using the flick of your wrist to impart gyroscopic stability and to accelerate the mass of the disc to a certain velocity."

Wakko tilted his head in confusion.

Brain dejectedly sighed. He thought that his scientific jargon sounded rather groovy. But if he was to properly bond with Wakko, he needed to meet them halfway. "To put it in terms that you can understand, you must be able to use your arm and wrist to throw the frisbee so that it can glide in the air at a decent speed."

Wakko's eyes glistened. "Oh, now I get it!"

To demonstrate, Wakko whipped his arm and released the frisbee, which wobbled in the air and landed straight into a tree with an unceremonious thud.

Brain looked at the disc, which laid limp by the tree trunk, and back at Wakko. "We have a lot of work to do…"

Yakko and Dot were flying their kites, with Pinky strapped to Dot's purple and gold kite. The lanky mouse laughed heartily as he flew up in the air and admired the city from a bird's eye view.

But the fun came to a halt when Pinky and the kite crashed into the tree branch.

Yakko and Dot looked up at the tree with concern for the lanky mouse. "Are you okay, Pinky?" Dot called out, using her gloved hands to amplify her voice.

Spitting out the leaves from his mouth, Pinky responded to the girl's inquiry. "I'm right as rain, sweetie!" But Pinky spoke too soon as he struggled to liberate his limbs from the adhesive of the cheap tape.

"Uh Brain," Pinky called out from above. The big-headed mouse turned to see his partner stuck at the top of the tree.

Brain retrieved the kite (and his partner) from the tree branch and descended back to the ground. He carefully took the tape off of Pinky's limbs, placing the adhesives in his pocket to be disposed of later. Pinky hopped off of the kite and landed in the palm of Brain's robotic hand. Brain carefully picked Pinky up by the fur on his back and gently placed him in his front coat pocket.

"That oughta hold you." Brain told his partner.

Pinky chuckled. "That's funny. You always say that to me before our role-playing sessions."

Upon hearing the innuendo, Yakko looked over at the mice and stared at the fourth wall. He pressed his right hand to his lips, gave it a smooch, and flung it to the side. "Goodnight, everybody!" He exclaimed.

Brain felt the heat rise up in his cheeks at Yakko's iconic catchphrase. "Pinky, the park is a family establishment! There will be no mention of our licentious activities in front of the children!" he berated, pointing over to the Warners, who only giggled in response.

Yakko let out a contented sigh as he fished out his pen and notepad from his hammerspace. Clicking the top of the pen, he placed a checkmark on the box next to 'Making a witty response to a suggestive remark', marking off another goal on his To-Do List. The teen noted the second most important thing he needed to do next. Revisiting a certain segment that was sadly absent from the reboot.

Yakko then turned over to his younger siblings. "So, who wants to help me find the Wheel of Morality?"

"I do!" Dot exclaimed.

"Maybe later," Wakko replied as he fiddled the frisbee. "I wanna play with Dadoo some more, and I think I'm getting the hang of frisbee!" To test out their theory, Wakko threw the frisbee, which landed square in the middle of Brain's mechanical suit and ricocheted back to Wakko, hitting them square in the face. Despite the injury, Wakko eagerly grinned at their siblings and gave them a thumbs up.

Yakko noticed how happy Wakko was with the mice and shrugged. "Suit yourself, middle sib."

"Now let's go!" Dot exclaimed as she tugged at her older brother's wrist. Yakko smiled at his sister as they raced down the walkway in search of the coveted Wheel of Morality.

Wakko waved at their siblings as they bounced off into the distance before turning back towards the mice. He threw the frisbee once more at Brain, who was caught off guard by when the frisbee smacked him on his forehead.

"Ow!" Brain remarked as he took his own hand to soothe his head.

"Sorry!" Wakko replied with a sheepish smile.

"It's fine," Brain dismissed as he approached the middle child. "You have a lot of energy in your throws, but now it's time I taught you how to aim properly."

With Pinky now secure in his suit pocket, Brain returned his game of frisbee with Wakko. The pudgy mouse piloted the suit as he approached Wakko, and guided his mechanical arm to properly show them how to hold a frisbee.

"Now you want to grip the disc like this," He explained, as he moved Wako's hand to make a backhand grip on the frisbee. Wakko watched carefully with their tongue sticking out as he listened to Brain.

"With the disc secure, you want to position your arm backward." Brain continued as he carefully guided Wakko's arm towards their left side. "And then you flick your arm back towards your right and release the disc."

Wakko moved his arm and flicked the disc, which smoothly glided in the air for about ten feet before making a gentle landing onto the grass. The middle child flashed a proud smile at the frisbee and then back at the mice, who gave encouraging smiles in return.

For the next ten minutes, Brain and Pinky enjoyed themselves as Wakko's throwing greatly improved. They started out with five-foot throws and eventually managed to find a steady rhythm as they made more long-distance throws.

Brain tossed the frisbee twenty feet over to Wakko, who caught it in the grip of their gloved hand with ease.

Wakko grinned as he looked back at the mice. "Go long!" Wakko shouted as he made a particularly long throw.

Brain maneuvered the man-suit fast enough to where the frisbee would fall. Taking a big leap into the air, he caught the frisbee but lost his footing. As the suit tripped over to the grass, Brain fell out from his controller's chair, with Pinky following suit.

The two mice tumbled about thirty feet away from the suit and landed near the base of a tree, causing the bluebirds to scatter. Colorful stars swirled around their heads when a blue feather gracefully fell on top of Brain.

Brain pondered for a moment, recalling his childhood days in the meadow when he spent his free time playing 'keep-it-up' with any feather or leaf he stumbled across. As much a The big-headed mouse took a deep breath and blew the feather off of his head. The feather rose up a good measure above the air before descending again. Suddenly, Brain felt his playfulness reemerging after laying dormant for Lord knows how long and decided to keep the feather up in the air.

Pinky's vision eventually cleared and the first thing he saw was his partner merrily blowing at a blue feather while wearing the most endearing smile.

"What are you doin', Brain?" Pinky inquired.

"Playing a little game," Brain answered, his eyes still focused on the blue feather. "The objective is to keep the feather up in the air for as long as possible."

"Zounds, Brain, that looks like fun!" Pinky cheered. The mouse bounced back on his feet and trotted over towards Brain.

The big-headed mouse stared up at the feather, calculating where it would land. He was determined to keep it up for as long as possible. Before he could make his move, Pinky stood beside him and puffed out enough air to launch the feather up to an additional six inches.

Pinky gave a goofy grin at Brain, who chuckled in response.

They took turns blowing enough air to prevent the feather from falling onto the grass. The two mice quickly became so invested in the game that they lost track of their responsibility watching over the Warners.

When the feather was close to landing on a nearby bush, Pinky and Brain collided with each other and fell backward. The mice groaned as the feather swiftly landed next to them. Rubbing their heads, the mice looked at each other and laughed joyously. Brain got up first and eagerly helped Pinky get back up.

Just as the mice stood up, a giant net stealthily emerged from the bushes and swooped them up. Fear and alarm overtook the couple as they struggled in the chafing ropes of the net. Thrown into a fit of confusion, they were unaware of the men in white lab coats until they spoke up.

"Looks like we found the perfect specimens for the separation experiment," A red-headed scientist said.

"You know, it's a good thing it was delayed to this evening. These little mice would make excellent candidates!." The scientist with square glasses remarked.

Pinky and the Brain exchanged terrified glances. The experiment they thought they had evaded was put on hold. A weekend filled with light-hearted antics and bonding was to end with the close mice being separated for an entire month.

Brain looked outside the picturesque park through his roped prison, recalling the tragic day when he was stolen from his family in the meadows as a young field mouse and was unceremoniously hauled away to Acme Labs. Where his innocence vanished and was resigned to the fate of a mistreated laboratory rodent.

Raw determination grappled his fear. Brain refused to allow history to repeat itself again. He refused to be separated from his family once more.

"Hurry Pinky," Brain called out. "Use every ounce of strength you have to tear a hole through this net so we could still escape while we have the chance!"

But the red-headed scientist swiftly picked them up by their tails and carelessly placed them into an iron cage.

Pinky and Brain ran over to the bars. Out from the horizon, they saw Wakko skipping along, carrying the frisbee in their hands. The mice reached out their arms through the bars, using every ounce of energy in their voices to alert the middle child.

"Wakko!" Pinky cried out as tears poured from his eyes. "Please help us!"

"Please, my child! You must do something!" Brain shouted, his voice laced with desperation. "You're our only hope!"

Wakko's ear stood up the moment he heard their frightened pleas. He scanned over the horizon to see the two mice he dearly loved imprisoned in the iron cage carried by the adults in white lab coats. The scientists walked over to the back of the windowless van and placed Pinky and Brain into the back along with the other recently captured field mice.

Wakko felt their heart breaking. Pinky and Brain gave them and their siblings a wonderful and memorable weekend. He recalled Brain standing up to them and taking a last-minute trip to the library so he could get the drawing back. Even Pinky showed his true colors of being a loving and reliable guardian. The mice helped Wakko out and now it was time to return the favor.

"Hey! You let those mice free!" The middle child shouted, running as fast as he could to reach the scientists. "They're my dads!"

But the scientists ignored his pleas as they entered the front seat van. Wakko picked up their pace the moment he saw the van doors shut. But the Acme Labs van started up its engines. Before Wakko could approach the vehicle, it quickly drove from its parking spot and departed from the park.

Wakko tried to pick up his pace, but the van turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. The toon felt their heart thumping in their ribcage. He was the mice's only hope for salvation, and he failed.

Wakko fell down to their knees in defeat. their face crumpling as tears began to fall. He pulled his ears, berating himself for not saving his dads when he had the chance. Tears began to pool from the middle child's eyes. Blinking away their blurry vision, the tears streamed down their face as a sob broke.

"Hey Wakko, we found the Wheel of Morality!" He heard Yakko cheer from a distance. Wakko's stomach dropped. How was he supposed to tell Yakko and Dot that Pinky and Brain were captured?

Yakko and Dot skipped merrily with the intention of showing Wakko the coveted Wheel of Morality. But the siblings stopped in their tracks when the middle Warner didn't budge from their spot and their frame shaking.

Yakko carefully approached Wakko in an earnest effort to alleviate their woes. "Hey Wakko, what's wrong?" He comforted his sibling.

"The Acme Labs scientists took Pinky and Brain away!" Wakko tearfully explained. Yakko and Dot gasped in shock.

Wakko sniffled. "I-I tried to keep up, but the van was too quick…"

Yakko and Dot sympathetically looked on, not wanting the middle child to feel too hard on themselves.

"Dad and Dadoo are in trouble and we need to do something!" Wakko cried. Yakko instinctively knelt down and rubbed his siblings back in a soothing manner.

Dot's face scrunched up as she pondered. "Acme Labs…" She muttered to herself as she retrieved her smartphone from her pocket. She opened up the internet and searched in the lab. She managed to find the establishment's address.

"The lab is only a few miles from here!" Dot informed her older siblings. "If we can hail a cab, then we'd be able to break them out before sunset!"

Yakko grinned at his sister, feeling proud of her initiative. "Sibs, if we want to save our family, then we gotta act quickly!" Yakko announced as he bounced up on his feet.

Wakko beamed at their brother, elated that eldest Warner finally recognized the mice as family. "You mean it, Yakko?"

Yakko placed a gentle hand on his sibling's shoulder. "Of course. They looked out for us, so it's only fair that we look out for them!"

The eldest Warner offered a helping hand, and Wakko immediately clapped it and rose on their feet. With the aid of their siblings, the middle child was determined to save their two dads.

Dot approached the sidewalk and turned over to the oncoming white taxi van. She stuck her hand out in the air and gave a loud whistle. "Taxi!" She hollered.

Right on command, the white taxi pulled up to the sidewalk. The doors to the minivan opened and the Warners clamored into the backseat.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"Acme Labs," Dot gravely commanded. "And put the pedal to the metal!"

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The mice were surrounded in darkness. Pinky and Brian were locked in a protective embrace throughout the duration of the car ride over to Acme Labs.

Brain listened to the frightened cries of the other field mice. He couldn't help but remember the day he was locked away in the Acme Labs vehicle to be separated from his family and home. He never thought that he would relive that painful day.

Pinky held Brain close as his mind raced with all sorts of worrying things. The weekend wasn't supposed to end like this! He and Brain should be back at the park and watching the Wheel of Morality. Brain should be bringing up the proposal to officially adopt the sweet Warner children and start a big happy family together. They should have successfully avoided the separation experiment.

Pinky felt his stomach drop. He didn't like the idea of being separated from his dearest Brain. He remembered the different times he and Brain were apart. Snowball was almost successful when he offered him the amusement park. Then there was the time Brain had a mid-life crisis and insisted that he was better off with his career as a ski instructor. Or the time his hit musical caused Brain to run off. But worst of all was when Mr. Itch planned on separating him and Brain for the rest of eternity.

He detested the thought of not being by Brain's side for an entire month.

"Brain…" Pinky wobbled. "Poit! I haven't been this scared since Mr. Itch tried to separate us for good!"

Brain tightened his grip around Pinky at that painful memory. "The feeling is understandable, dear Pinky," He sullenly replied as he cast his eyes downward.

"And we were just going to start our new lives as parents," Pinky sadly added. As the words escaped his lips, he felt a small ray of hope. "Troz! Maybe the Warners will bust us out of here before the experiment starts!"

Brain's ears twitched at Pinky's relentless optimism, even in the face of hopelessness. The mouse loved to think that he and his partner further strengthened their relationship with the three toons, perhaps to the point of something familial.

The pudgy mouse looked back at Pinky with a small smile. "Perhaps you're right."

But the van screeched to a grinding halt.

Pinky looked through the bars, his long tail wagging excitedly. "Maybe they'll bust through the doors right now and take us back to the studio!"

The backdoors flew open to reveal the same scientists who stole their freedom.

Pinky retreated from the iron bars and launched himself onto Brain with open arms. The smaller mouse instinctively wrapped his arms around his partner's lanky figure, holding on as tight as he could. Their hopes of escape were snuffed out.

"Well, the thought was nice while it lasted." Brain commented in a dejected tone.

One of the scientists picked up their cage and swiftly placed it on a metal cart. Pinky and Brain held each other in a protective hug as they watched the scientists place the other cages onto the cart. Brain couldn't help but notice the terrified squeaks of the various field mice who were robbed of their freedom and to be incarcerated in Acme Labs. The mouse shut his eyes. The memories of his arrival at Acme Labs to the horrific experiments he underwent returned to him.

The first night spent in the cold steel cage. The learned helplessness experiment. Being strapped to a chair and watching painfully bad political advertisements. Receiving painful shocks from the stunning plate in an earnest attempt to obtain some cheese. He and Snowball riding a red toy car that launched straight into a brick wall, rendering them horrifically injured. Undergoing the gene splicer while wrapped in bandages. Losing his first friend after a terrible falling out. Being force-fed cigarettes against his will. Having to pilot a faulty toy plane that ended up becoming a major fire hazard.

Brain's breathing hitched. Thankfully, he felt Pinky's paw lovingly stroke his back in a soothing motion. The pudgy mouse rested his head in his partner's chest. He had to savor the physical comfort while he still could.

Pinky, too, thought about his arrival at the lab. When the scientist first purchased him from the pet store, he thought nothing of it and assumed that he was going on vacation. But as the nights passed, the reality of the situation dawned on him that he might never see his family again. Pinky was thankful that Brain helped him reunite with his folks years later, but for the longest time, he thought that would not be the case. He whimpered at the thought that he might be separated from Brain and the Warner siblings for good.

Once the cages were transferred from the vehicle and onto the cart, the scientist wheeled them away into the research facility.

Pinky started to sob when the fluorescent lights of the lab hit. Brain looked over at Pinky with worried eyes. Although emotions were not his strong suit, he was determined to provide his roommate with some level of comfort.

"Have courage, Pinky," Brain consoled his partner, gingerly caressing his paw. "It'll only be for a month, and we'll soon be reunited."

Pinky gave Brain's paw a tight squeeze in return. "I-I'll try, Brain." He stammered as tears poured from his eyes.

The cart stopped in the middle of the hallway and one of the scientists opened up their cage.

Brain squeezed his eyes tight as he clung to Pinky. While he was aware that being placed in a separate cage that included all of the basic necessities for an entire month was bearable in comparison, being separated from Pinky proved to be its own type of torture in and of itself.

"I love you, Brain." Pinky warbled.

Brain's stomach dropped when he heard those words. Gathering up enough courage, Brain made his feelings known before he was to be separated from the most important thing in this world.

"I love you too, Pinky." Brain solemnly whispered.

The small door to the iron cage opened and a gloved hand dipped down to retrieve one of his victims. The hand tried to pull the mice apart but was having difficulty. Brain instinctively sank his teeth into the gloved hand to retaliate.

The scientist yelped as swiftly yanked his hand out of the cage. "Looks like we've got a biter." He told his associate.

The other scientist snaked his hand through the opening and swiftly grabbed Brain. Pinky's eyes widened when he saw Brain in the clutches of one of his captors. When the other scientist reached his hand into the cage, Pinky was determined to fight back. But the scientist proved to have quick reflexes as he secured his grasp around the lanky mouse and plucked him from the cage.

Brain struggled to release his arms from the scientist's grasp but found it difficult to squirm his way out. He looked over to see Pinky squirming in the other scientist's hold whilst looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Brain!" Pinky cried out.

Brain stared at his partner as they were forcibly separated by the callous scientists.

"Pinky…" He exhaled, tears dampening his ivory cheeks. Brain watched helplessly as he was carried away into a testing room.

A scientist with blonde braided hair shut the door right away. Brain inspected the room and the many white coats. Two of the head scientists he recognized. The older gentleman with silver-grey hair and a middle-aged woman with brown hair that was held together in a ponytail. There were six other scientists, all of them in their early twenties and straight out of college.

The red-headed scientist placed Brain on when the middle-aged scientist with red hair cleaned the tip of his right ear with a disinfectant wipe. Just as he twitched at the moist sensation, he felt a hard sting when the scientist pierced his ear with a silver metal tag.

The mouse was overcome with shame. While the piercing was far less painful than the time he was branded with the black A tattoo on his leg during his youth, it wounded his pride just as much. The silver ear tag was another cruel reminder that he was not a mouse with autonomy and ambition, but a mere piece of property to a corporate laboratory.

"Subject A-93," The woman muttered as she scribbled his notes onto the clipboard. Brain grimaced at his slave name.

The older scientist grabbed Brain from the table. He walked over towards a glass cage that was placed in the middle of the room, opened up the top cover, and lowered the mouse inside.

Brain inspected the prison he was to reside in for the next month. The ground was covered in straw, there was an exercise wheel, a bowl of food pellets, and a full water bottle. Not much different from his old cage. The only thing that was missing was Pinky.

The mouse stared at his reflection in each of the four sides of his glass cage. "Drat!" He muttered to himself. If he were placed in a cage similar to his green one, then he would easily have picked the lock with his tail and made a daring mission to rescue Pinky.

Brain ran to the side of the cage and angrily pounded on the glass wall, desperate to make an escape.

He saw two of the scientists talking to each other as they scribbled down in their notes. Brain peered at the older man's lips as he spoke.

"Over the course of the month, we will be studying the emotional intelligence and cognitive thinking of the common laboratory mouse and how it will cope with a month of being separated from its closest partner."

"No need to remind me," Brain bitterly remarked, knowing full well his sarcasm would go unnoticed by the scientists.

The mouse paced around the straw floor, pondering the different means of escape. There was the matter of telekinesis. Brain hoped that Pinky would use his special abilities to break free and rescue him. But the more he thought about it, the more doubtful he became. While Pinky had no issue with controlling his telekinetic powers, the only problem is that his partner's powers tend to come and go.

He then thought of the Warners. Perhaps Pinky was right, and that the Warners could liberate them from the lab. Brain was certain that he and Pinky made a great impression on them so that they would be willing to rescue them from the lab, right?

But Brain shook his head. He didn't want to get his hopes up only to be let down if they didn't show up.

The mouse looked over at the scientists, one of which was by the refrigerator. Perhaps if one of the scientists opened up the cage and lowered their arm, Brian could climb up and make a run for it. He would somehow rescue Pinky and they would make their escape from the lab.

The lid of the cage opened and placed a small plate of cheese in the center.

Brain set his sights on the slice of swiss cheese just as the scientist quickly shut the lid on top of the cage.

The mouse felt his heart slam against his chest as he stared at the large piece of swiss cheese.

Brain knew that there was no stunning plate underneath the cheese. There were no clamps or electrical wires that connected the plate to the shock device. But the familiar image was a painful reminder of the trauma he endured as a child.

He glanced over at the scientists, who were not the same ones who performed the experiment during his youth, as managed to read the head scientist's lips. "The objective of this first test is to see how the subject will react to new stimuli without the aid of his partner. During the first week of testing, we'll examine how the mouse would react to different types of food before moving on to common household items."

Brain looked back at the cheese and took a few steps back. He clutched his jagged tail, noting each zig-zag mark was the result of being electrocuted by the stunning plate. He shook his head in disbelief. This had to be some cruel trick. To be separated from his beloved Pinky only be stuck with a painful reminder of his childhood trauma.

Closing his eyes, the mouse turned away and ran towards the wall, slamming into it. Brain curled his paws into fists and began to pound at the wall in a desperate attempt to escape. With each punch, he was reminded of how utterly helpless he had become. No longer was he an ambitious intellectual with dreams of world conquest. As the punches slowed down, he stared into his reflection, reminded that he was a sad and pitiful rodent only to be used as fodder in the name of science and human curiosity.

Tears flooded his eyes and blurred his vision. Brain shook his head once more. He hated feeling vulnerable. The mouse blinked away the hot tears as he continued to pound at the glass wall. The scientists stared at the mouse with indifference as they scribbled into their notepads.

Brain fell to his knees, feeling a great sense of despair from the unfeeling researchers. Bowing his head down in defeat, the mouse continued to sob, feeling totally helpless.

AN: This is the beginning of the end of this story.

I apologize for the long hiatus. I had a lot going on with my personal life, as well as experiencing writer’s block. Fortunately, I managed to overcome that hurdle as of late, and I’m already polishing up the last two chapters, so I'm hoping to finish them as soon as possible.

This chapter was a little challenging (especially the tone change in the last third), but everything is gearing up towards the climax. I had a lot of fun putting in several references to past episodes from the original Animaniacs, the Pinky and The Brain spin-off, and the Animaniacs reboot. I also decided to place a flashback to when the mice first met the Warners because I wanted to establish how these two groups initially crossed paths and how their relationship was founded (as well as having a callback to the McDonald’s joke from Chapter Three).

To the folks who are still reading this story, thank you for your patience and I’ll do my best to wrap up the last chapters on a shorter schedule.

Thanks for reading!