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“I’d like to see you tryyyy!”

"IF I’M DETERMINED ENOUGH!"

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"BUT CAN YOU USE THAT BREAD AS A PROJECTILE OBJECT?"

"EVERYONE KNOWS BREAD IS BETTER THAN MUFFINS!" Dot called back.

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"THAT SWORD CAN'T SAVE YOU, SIS!" Wakko called out after her.

"DUCK AND COVER!  DUCK DUCK GOOSE!"

With a scream louder than is considered necessary for this situation Dot jumps in the air and runs off.  ”I’VE GOT THE BREAD SWORD!  REMEMBER THAT!”

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He clutched a muffin in his palms, instantly hopping up on the table.

"-I've- got the ammo now~"

She’s wielding a loaf of bread like it’s a sword.  ”Oh have I?  Do tell!”

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A sly smirk crosses Wakko's lips, "Well. It looks like ya' have made one -minor- flaw. dear sista'."

"I’VE GIVEN US A REASON TO START THE WAR, DEAREST BROTHER OF MINE!"

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It was only a split second that Wakko had to prepare fore the oncoming muffin basket, but he caught it, albeit a bit clumsily.

"Oi, what wos that for?"

"Oh yeah?  If you’re not THAT old then," she throws a basket of muffins at him.  "CATCH!"

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"Yea' yea' yea'. I know tha' rules, sis. 'm not thaaaaaaaat old."

"Do we still remember the rule of the game?  That being there are no rules?"

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Wakko had turned tail, making his way to the couch after his brother's gentle command. An ear pricked slightly, noticing that his sister-sibling had not made any sort of remark. He cupped gloved hand around his mouth, calling out to her.

"Anyone hooooooome? Earth t' Dotty~" his voice rang in a sing song manner, as one normally does in jest, He knew, or at the very least, hoped that would spark her attention, and he mentally, and physically braced himself for a potential, and quite possible backlash from the nickname.

Deck the Warners! || Yakko, Wakko, Dot

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Wakko pursed his lips, crossing his arms across his chest, turning on his heel to face the living room; his gaze focused on the pristine, albeit bare spruce tree in said room.

"Y'know, sis. It won't be as fun if you're gonna be a Grinch this whole time." he paused, turning to his eldest sib. "Can I say that, or is that some sort o' copyright infringement? I dun wanna get fined again."

Deck the Warners! || Yakko, Wakko, Dot

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It was but a moment before the younger of the two Warner brothers appeared through the door way, leaning casually against the frame, smirking, but not without his trademark lolling tongue.

"You raaaaaaaaaaaang?"

Deck the Warners! || Yakko, Wakko, Dot

"I can’t believe they’re late AGAIN."  Dot groaned, feet tapping, as she glanced towards the door leading into the living room.  "GUYS.  STOP DROOLING OVER YOUR GIRLFRIENDS LONG ENOUGH TO HELP YOUR POOR BABY SISTER OUT.  I’m a petite little girl.  I can’t decorate this entire house by myself!"

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Wakko smiled slightly, leaning into his brother's pat. 

"I have -no- idea," he said with a soft chuckle, adding, "I guess that's the fun of it, right? I mean, I've yet to find any entertainment in it, but I'm hoping. Gosh, am I hoping."

He reached over and gave his younger brother a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “It’ll get better, Wak.  Women are just complicated creatures. What may seem rocky to us might be perfect for them. Who knows. Who knows? I don’t know. Do you know?”

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Still holding a fistful of cauliflower, the middle Warner child scanned the kitchen, eyes narrowed as he searched for his dastardly sibling. Hopping on the kitchen table fully, landing on his tip toes.

"Come out, come out whereva' you are!"

"Success!"  She, still holding the remaining carrots, held her hands way over her head.  Something she’d learned from those few seconds of watching football on TV.  "Five thousand points for me!"  

"BUT ONLY ONE CAN COME OUT VICTORIOUS!"  Another carrot was thrown randomly, then she threw herself at the kitchen floor, going into a spy roll across it, hiding behind a chair.  

He’ll never find me here!

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"Yipe!" Wakko shrieked, narrowly avoiding the health food., yet not without a casualty. A lead stem grazed his hand, and he whimpered. He looked to his left, grabbing a handful of cauliflower, noting at how odd their lunch was.

"TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME!"

  "Mash potatoes?  That’s the best you’ve-" Then she got hit, several glops of the stuff slipping onto her skirt.  "That was my favorite skirt.  This.  Means.  WARNERS!"

She pushed her chair back and got up, snatching a ton of carrots as she backed away from the table.  Soon three of them were flying through the air, heading right for her brother.

"EAT HEALTHY, SUCKER!"

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Wakko gasped as he got a face full of fish stick, scooping up a handful of mash potatoes.

"Oh, it is ON!" he said, chucking it at his sis from across the table.

"That’s not takin’ it too far!  This," she picked up a fish stick and threw it at him, "is takin’ it too far." 

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"I... that's takin' it too far!"

  "I don’t lie about five thirds."

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The middle Warner rubbed the back of his neck with a hum. His other hand tapped idly at the polished wood of the bar,

"Same here. I neva' believed 'til now that the memory started to go as ya' get olda'. It's probably why my marriage is rocky." he chuckled weakly.

"I was hoping you’d define it for me, actually." Yakko couldn’t help but lie his head on the bar, cheek pressing against the smooth wood. "My memory of it is disappearing. It’s totally depressing."

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"Oh no you didn't..."

"I’ve got five thirds majority!  HA!"