#yakko is the best big brother

[kyliebrightsun]

| Happy big brother day! (Pt. 1)

A little three part fic I wrote for Mother’s Day but was too shy to post, so here it is now, I’ll post the other parts soon if you guys want them!

(Part 2?) (Part 3?)

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“It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow”

Dot looked up from her book to give her immediate older sibling a confused look, wakko was laying on the floor looking at the ceiling, the expression on their face conveyed that they were thinking about something important.

“Ya?.. what about it?” She asked, intrigued but puzzled, as far as all of them were aware they didn’t have a mom or dad, so Mother’s and Father’s Day were holidays her and her brothers never celebrated, so why wakko was talking about it now is beyond her.

Wakko rolled over onto their stomach and looked at her

“Well, I was thinking about how the only actually person we’ve ever had close to a mum is yakko, and..” they stopped for a moment, fidgeting with the ends of their sweater sleeves

“…and?” She prodded, urging them to continue talking,

“And i was thinking why don’t we celebrate Mother’s Day for yakko?” They concluded with a small smile.

She blinked and mulled that over in her head, wakko was right about that, yakko was the closest thing they’ve ever had to a parent, sure he didn’t act like one all the time but he did care for them and love her and wakko just a much or more than a parent would, even if he didn’t say it often.

She remembered all the times he would comfort her and wakko after nightmares and tell them bedtime stories and sing lullabies, how any time they accomplished something no matter how small he’d cheer them on as loudly as he could, or when they were still fresh off the page and stuck in the tower he taught them how to write and read among other things, she smiled, ya yakko got on her nerves sometimes but she loved her brothers, and yakko definitely deserves some recognition for all he’s done for them.

Wakko was still looking at her waiting for a reply, grinning she put her book down on the couch cousin next to her, rolling off onto the floor to sit next to wakko “that sounds like a great idea wak!” Hearing that she agreed, wakkos tail started wagging happily and they nodded, tongue flopping as they did and began giving ideas

“Ya! We could give him breakfast in bed!”

“Oo we could make him a card!”

“And Let him relax and do nothing all day!”

Her and wakko passed ideas back and forth for a while, ranging from picking him some flowers to stealing buying him something really expensive (though both of them knew he would try to make them return it) eventually they had a small list compiled “m’ sure we could do all of this for him, he’s gonna love it!” Wakko announced happily skimming the page they had decided to brain storm on, dot nodded but than thought, next month there was also Father’s Day.

She frowned slightly at that, what were they supposed to do on Father’s Day then? Should they wait? Besides, yakko identified as a male, maybe Father’s Day would be more appropriate? But when had they ever cared about or acknowledged gender specifics?

Wakko noticed how she didn’t respond and looked up, their tail stopped wagging slowly seeing her expression, their tongue poking out as they frowned too,

“What’s the matter? Think he won’t like something?”

She shook her head and sighed “no.. just remembered that Father’s Day is next month”

Wakko looked confused as to why this was a problem, before they seemed to understand and their expression wilted “oh..” they said quietly, looking back down at their list with a forlorn look to their face

She flopped onto her back after another sigh and spread out like a star fish, what were they supposed to do now? All there awesome plans were going to have to wait a whole month! and she hated waiting, she wanted to do them tomorrow.

Her and wakko sat in silence for a bit, wakko seems to be deep in thought again, she was about to just tell wakko that they could wait a few weeks when they spoke up

“What if we just made them big brother days?”

she propped herself up on her elbows to look at them

“Big brother days?”

“Ya! Two days in a year not counting his actual birthday, where we do whatever people do on Mother’s and Father’s Day!” Wakko smiled, tail starting to wag again,

After a beat, She grinned widely again and jumped up from her spot on the floor

“That’s a great idea!” Why hadn’t she thought of that first?! That’s exactly what they needed, wakko got up off the floor with her and started to flap their hands around, glad they had found a solution, and began following her as she walked towards the tower door

“Let’s go wakkorino! We got some flower picking to do!”

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[omnidemidisaster]

Request!! OMGGGGG THIS IS GONNA BE SO CUTE HOLY SHIT.

If the Hatzgang had a younger sister

Roy

Your 8

He is soooo fuckin protective over you

He will fight tooth and nail for you

Rarely will be reveal his love for you in front of the guys

He thinks they'll call him a wuss or something ( They don't obviously )

Sometimes you come around to their hangout and unlike Skid or Pump he just kinda let's you

Though he will immediately get defensive and flustered if you try to be all snuggly to him.

Hes very loving in private. He loves you more than anything and will do anything. Just don't mention it in front of the boys TM-

"Roooy! Can we play dollies like we did last nigh-"

"WE DIDNT PLAY THAT LAST NIGHT I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKIN ABOUT!"

Meanwhile Ross and Robert are snickering but they just find it adorable

Ross

So your like 8

You would think Robert is a spoiler? Nope. Ross loves to spoil you rotten

He seldom says no to things for you

Even though he spoils you, he does make sure you properly ask and thank him, yknow regular teaching kids stuff

He put himself in charge of keeping you safe ever since you were born

Very protective, which is unlike him

Usually you end up having play dates with Skid ( And sometimes pump ) as Ross babysits for Lila

Hes definitely a mix of a mother and father figure, leaning to a more motherly figure

Hes very kind, patient, and he treats you like his own

Tho he does has a very protective, tougher, and much more violent side when it comes to you and your safety ( He never ever displays this in front of you, just on the chances that you get hurt or something

Best big brother

Robert

You are now 8

Another baby sibling for Robert huh?

Loves putting you on his back

Sometimes he just pulls up with you on his back or holding his hand when he meets up with the hatzgang

Roy yells at him sometimes for that LMAO

Will comfort you on anything, even for the smallest of things

The yakko to your dot

He will absolutely play tea party or whatever you wanna play. It makes his heart melt

He loves taking you out for sibling dates ( I SHOULD ADD, NOT ROMANTIC. NOT ROMANTIC. )

Hes a spoiler, but he controls himself to say no at least once in a while

Very goofy and will do stupid shit just to hear you laugh

[niiwa-angel]

Baffy and Animaniacs headcanons

All the Warner's are claustrophobic to some extend. Yakko is the best with it but Wakko will panic if the door happens to shut behind him when he's in the pantry.

Wakko is the clingiest of the siblings. He loves cuddling with his dad's.

Dot likes to sit on the counters, the backs of couches, and railings.

Daffy swims like a duck and will let the kids ride on his back.

Bugs hates heights and that's why he prefers to burrow everywhere.

Yakko kicks and talks in his sleep. It drives his siblings crazy and Wakko and Dot were grateful to get their own rooms because of it.

Bugs also kicks in his sleep but Daffy is the sleep talker.

Dot sleepwalks sometimes.

Since the Warner's are part dog, they like to chew on things. Dot chews on her dolls and toys, Wakko chews on anything he can get his hands on.

Yakko is the one who does it the least, only chewing things when he is really distracted or stressed. He usually chews on pens when he's stressed and has had multiple pens explode in his mouth.

Daffy loves the rain.

The Warner's aren't a fan of rain but they love the mud puddles afterwards.

Yakko talks back the most and when Bugs gets really fed up he just duct tapes him to a wall.

Dot has stolen Bug's drag make up multiple times. He acts annoyed but he secretly loves going to get it back and teaching her how to use it.

Yakko is the ultimate big brother. Dot wants to play princesses? Yakko will wear the wig, dress, and high heeled shoes and sip his tea with his pinky extended. Wakko wants to watch the same movie four times in a row? Yakko makes the popcorn each and every time.

Wakko and Dot will climb into bed with Bugs and Daffy if they have a nightmare. Yakko refuses to but Bugs has great hearing and usually gets up to talk to him when he's crying at night.

Wakko has eaten a bar of soap because it smelled yummy.

He's also eaten some of Daffy's aftershave because of the same thing.

Yakko once drank Bug's drink not realizing there was alcohol in it and got tipsy.

Granny spoils the Warner's as often as she can. She has wacked Daffy with her umbrella for lecturing the Warner's too sternly for her liking.

Bugs calls Yakko sport, Wakko Kiddo, and Dot Princess.

When the Warner's are sad, they each have their own routine to feel better. Yakko watches bootlegged musicals, Wakko likes playing his violin, and Dot arranges her stuffies into a semi circle and talked it out with them.

Bugs and Daffy have thrown hands with people who insult their kids.

Yakko has gotten suspended for punching someone who made fun of his dads.

[crossovershipstournament]

SIDE 1A: ROUND 2: Mogar (Xray and Vav)/David (Camp Camp) VS Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs)

Propaganda for Mogar/David:

I always just thought they were neat during my Camp Camp and Xray and Vav days. A big muscular bear man who lives in nature and a bubbly, sunshine camp counselor who LOVES nature? It writes itself. Propaganda for Max Goof/Yakko Warner:

I just like them. I think its cute. Romeo and juliet vibes because theyre from different studios, Disney vs warner brothers. They're both funny, dorky guys, and they bring out the best in each other. Plus only child vs overworked older child turned parent is a really good dynamic too.

YAX SWEEP

#YAX SWEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

#yakko x max opened my third eye #this needs to be a thing

Cameo of Max's VA expressing approval of the ship~!

Art Credit: Max/Yakko art by @/doodle-poofes Mogar/David art by me, @/astro-b-o-y-d

[agerefandom]

Fanfiction Masterpost

In the current absence of AO3, may I remind everyone that my fanfictions are accessible on tumblr? ;p

If you'd like a full list of my writing, including both headcanons and fanfictions, my story page is accessible on desktop but I think some mobile users may have trouble accessing it! So here's a mobile-friendly version of my fanfictions.

Animaniacs  Yakko To The Rescue: big brother!Yakko with regressor!reader 

Avatar:The Last Airbender Flourishing in Sunlight: cg!Zuko and regressor!Katara, post-canon

Be More Chill Safety In Numbers: regressor!Rich, worried Jeremy

Boku No Hero Academia Sound and Silence: domestic regressor!Aizawa and cg!HizashiSomething Wrong: regressor!Katsuki gets cornered by Izuku and doesn’t react well (heavy fic)  Class Outing: Izuku regresses while at the mall with Class 1A

Calvin and Hobbes Old Friends: regressor!Calvin with Hobbes

Critical Role (C2) Books and Pigments: regressor!Jester and regressor!Caleb playdate Picking Up The Pieces: struggling regressor!Caleb and helpful Caduceus  Through Anything: regressor!Beau and Jester, doing Yasha’s hair

Death Note Restrained: Classification!AU with regressor!Light struggling in confinement 

Doctor Who The TARDIS Playroom: regressor!Thirteenth Doctor and an unexpected Graham

Good Omens  Evenings Of Eternity: regressor!Crowley, cg!Aziraphale (chapter two)  Mornings and Knights: sequel to the above story 

Harry Potter What Family Is: regressor!reader and their cgs, Remus and Sirius Golden Slumbers: regressor!reader, big brother!Harry Potter, and cg!Fred Weasley (cglre terminology) 

Hazbin Hotel Angels At The Window: regressor!Reader and caregivers!Vaggie and Charlie

Hetalia Bedtime Tears: Human AU, regressor!Italy with cg!Japan&Germany 

Homestuck Cupcakes and Moms: regressor!Dave and his mom Roxy  >Dirk: Regress: self-indulgent Dirk regression Big Brother, Little Brother: regressor!Dave and regressor!Dirk, regressing together for the first time, cg!Roxy and John.  Simple Days: minific with regressor!June and cg!Rose

The Magnus Archives Song of the Hive: regressor!Jane Prentiss horror story 

Marvel Quiet Days: cg!Natasha and regressor!reader drabble Kitchen Friends: regressor!reader (he/him) and cg!Bucky/Steve

Les Miserables Calling You Home: regressor!Enjolras and caregiver!Grantaire

Minecraft  It Takes A Village: regressor!reader in a minecraft world, ft. cg!villagers and curious enderman 

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812  Natasha is Young: regressor!Natasha and cg!Helene

Night In The Woods Shapes and Friends: regressor!Mae with Gregg and Angus

Ouran High School Host Club  To Weather The Storm: Tamaki finds out that Haruhi regresses (cglre terminology)  Taking Care of Mori: regressor!Mori and cg!Hunny, ft. observant!Haruhi Fancy Tuna and Frantic Texts: regressor!Haruhi, cgs Tamaki and Kyoya (cglre terminology) 

Pinky and the Brain The Joy of Theatre: Pinky puts on a play, Brain indulges him All The Great Men: Brain is having a hard day: Pinky does his best to help Yakko To The Rescue: regressor!reader and their big brother Yakko 

Phantom of the Opera Forever More: regressor!Erik and cg!Christine, established dynamic

Resident Evil VIII Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: regressor!reader (she/her) and cg!Dimitrescu (cglre terminology)

Sanders Sides Just Plane Overwhelmed: regressor!Virgil and cg!Patton on a stressful plane ride The Playtime Solution: regressor!Logan needs a break, cg!Patton To The Moon And Back: regressor!Logan, cg!Roman

Steven Universe Safe and Sound: regressor!Steven tries to stop regressing, cg!Crystal Gems (also rewritten here with transfem Steven going by Stephanie)  system/REGRESS.Steven: a rewrite of the Spinel fight, the rejeuvenator works on Steven and Amethyst is the one who has to collect all her regressed friends

Twilight Cold Palms, Warm Words: regressor!reader with cg!Alice and Jasper Sugar Sweet: baby-regressor!reader with established cg!Alice and Jasper  The Doctor’s Office: regressor!reader with cg!Carlisle  Home Sweet Home: Carlisle and Esme as parents, the other Cullens as regressors with varied age ranges Baby Steps: regressor!Bella with caregiver!Charlie (cw depression) 

Undertale A Story For Sans: regressor!Sans is exhausted, and Papyrus is worried Sweet Pea and Papyrus: cg!Papyrus and a regressor!reader who’s had a bad day 

[animany-totally-insaney-blog]

Mr. Plotz stealing Wakko's ha'penny and Yakko being the best protective big brother he can be.

[woundedheartwithin]

tagged by @sunlightfeeling thanks!

Name: Caitlin

Pronouns: she/her

Star Sign: Aries (insert Kratos screaming Ares gif here)

# of Siblings/Fun Facts About Them (If Any): one, my baby brother (nine years younger than me). Fun fact, he's getting his masters in history. He's also the coolest person I know and my best friend

# of Pets & Their Names: ah shit okay. Five dogs (Ollie, Callie, Lucy, KC, and Mickey), one cat (Georgie), two horses (Woody and Ebby), four chickens (no names), and 16 goats (Stormy, Flare, Rori, Phoebe, Monica, Chili, Bo, Teenykins, Babycakes, Yakko, Raditz, Rosie, Gia, Toodle Britches, Blue Boy, and Moony Man)

Fandoms: RGG (current), Ghostwire Tokyo, Death Stranding, Ghost of Tsushima, Far Cry 5. I'm also peripherally involved in BTS (meaning I make gifs but I don't really participate in the actual fandom outside of that).

Favorite Color: really any shade of blue, but if we're gonna get specific, I'm fond of cornflower blue

Favorite Song: is and always will be this one

Favorite Author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): hmmm... I'm a big fan of Joe Hill. My favorite short story was written by Andy Weir. I have lots of favorite fanfic authors. But like... not really one author to rule them all, I guess. If I had to choose, I'd say Joe Hill

Favorite Fic Type: oh I cannot pick just one of these. angst, fluff, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, college au, magic au, smut, etc etc etc

Favorite Holiday: big fan of food, so y'know... thanksgiving, I guess

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?: nah

Hobbies: many lol. music, gif making, art, video games, photography (virtual and irl), crochet, needle felting, writing. probably more tbh. I try very hard not to ever have A Thought, so I like to keep busy by immersing myself in various and often short lived hobbies

Fun Facts About You: hmmmm... I once submitted a design to a Trail of Painted Ponies contest and won like $200. I bought a really big telephoto lens with it and took pictures of the moon. I appeared on national news with my horse when I was in college. I have never had a drop of alcohol, nor do i have any interest in drinking ever. Likewise, I have never done an drug (outside of prescription stuff, naturally). I saw Vanilla Ice live at a food festival a few years back (yes, he did Ice Ice Baby and the ninja turtles theme song). I'll stop there I guess lol

Tagging: whoever wants to do this

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

My thoughts on Yakko's relationship with Wakko and Dot

Or, to put it another way, whilst I like Yakko being portrayed as the ideal big brother (or at least him trying to be), I've never really been on board with the idea of treating Yakko as if he's Wakko and Dot's...dad.

Or at least, portraying that as wholesome or cute thing? It's a little hard to explain, but I'll try my best (keep in mind, I'm talking about his portrayal in fan works, not the actual show):

I do acknowledge that he's protective of and cares deeply for his siblings, and that he's the closest thing to a guardian they have (considering he's the eldest sibling and the leader) but I just don't see a teenager having to raise his own siblings (or any children really) as cute? I see it as more of a tragic thing. Like how Katara acts motherly as if to compensate for the loss of her own mother or Nani having to act like apparent to Lilo due to their parents dying (I know Nani's 19 but that's still really young to be raising a child so I think she's a fair comparison); the Warners have no parents so Yakko's like "well someone has to do it". I know the show will probably never go there since it's a comedy (and that's fine with me), but I've always preferred it when fan works portray it as Yakko acting that way out of necessity, not because he enjoys playing that role in his siblings' lives (because I know there are people who already write it that way).

Also, there's other candidates I just personally prefer to view as their parents, like Dr Scratchansniff, Angelina and William, etc, so that all the Warners get to act like kids, plus in some cases it leads to found family!

I also think it sometimes encourages people to treat Yakko as if he's an adult, when he's 14 (or at least physically a child). I get that he's fictional, but I just prefer the idea of treating and characterizing Yakko like a kid because...well, he is one.

But this is just my take on it. I'm not gonna tell people how to write the Warners, or any character on the show, I just wanted to write down my thoughts on Yakko's status in the family.

[cringetownusa]

KH ANON HERE AGAIN!! i have continued my silly AU (it’s a bit long but )

max pretty much just coughs and sputters and asks where the siblings are trying to go. “ever heard of a, uh.. disney castle?” yakko says, and max immediately explodes. he starts to reconsider his adventuring for a moment. he tells the siblings to follow him, and he heads backwards to his town. along the way, he explains his story, and they explain theirs’; they’re looking for information about their parents, and he’s looking for an adventure. yakko comes up with an idea. they end up setting camp late at night, the other two sibs asleep before he playfully elbows max. “why don’t me and you form a partnership, maxxy? you want an adventure, and i’m definitely going on one, eh?” . max agrees, and the gang are now going to be on their own quest. yakko is a bit of a worrywort when it comes to his siblings, so he tells them to stay in town while him and max go on a little walk to map out what’s around disneytown. (think of how caring he was in wakkos wish. also this will not stop them by the way do you think dot would simply let this slide.. NO WAY) due to max’s role in the kingdom, he’s able to get them a place to stay in the castle (they cause havoc once or twice but queen minnie thinks they’re silly). when yakko finds out that the king is missing and queen minnie doesn’t know about the warners’ parents (they have somewhat of an idea that they were well known, but haven’t figured out they were royalty.) the quest continues, dot and wakko swearing up and down to stay on their best behavior and not move an inch (LIES!)

dot and wakko plan to sneakily follow their brother on that little walk until they run into a certain trio of ducks.. none other than HUEY DEWEY AND LOUIE (in KH canon theyre their classic selves but this is an AU so i say they are their dt2017 counterparts..) dewey LOVES adventure and you know who has a history with lost family adventures? exactly. the boys feel for the warners in that sense, and they don’t have much on their plate besides running the shop.. so what’s a little adventure… (oh no guys pls stop being reckless WHERES UNCLE SCROOGE)

meanwhile yakko and max are getting along GREAT. they find out they have quite a lot in common. yakko realizes outside of his sibs, he really doesn’t have any friends, but thinks this is a really good chance to get to know someone and make a friend as well (cough… or more…) and although he may think he’s super smooth and suave he hasn’t really ever actually FELT what it’s like to have a crush, so he is completely taken aback by why he’s sweating so much and fiddling with his hands around this guy he just met a day ago. max is in the same boat, and he’s more obvious about it, but yakko thinks he just is a awkward person (affectionately speaking of course). max opens up to yakko about his current situation, and how even though he loves his dad, he wants to feel like more of a max goof and less of goofy’s son. yakko opens up to max about how he loves his sibs but can’t help but feel worried about letting down his sibs (caring big brother moment </3) all at the same time, yet he doesn’t want to show them a side of him that isn’t silly and collected. max is just like .. oh man i know what that’s like, feeling like you have to be something you can’t always be, but you’ll realize that the people who love you will love you for you. and yakko hugs him. which is unexpected for BOTH of them but it is gladly returned, and then the two cough and turn away from eachother. “uh.. thanks, max. thank you.” “NO PR-*hyuck*oblem” “is that your laugh? oh maxie ol’ pal, no wonder you’re a goof. i like it. *wink* *taps him on the nose*” (cue max exploding inside moment.)

*wakko and dot inside a nearby bush with a pair of binoculars shared by both of them*

“is he crushing?”

“Oh yeah. BIG time.”

(also i love the HC that yakko’s eyes turn into hearts and his tail wags around max that is so cute. i cant.) i picture him looking around and walking into Huey dewey and louie’s store and being like.. hey you guys have sunglasses by any chance?

“uh isn’t it winter?”

“Don’t ask.”

(i have more about this AU i’ll send next time, MORE ADVENTURE !! this was more about them in the beginning stage HAHA)

Ok Hi I literally got to this months late I'm not great at staying on top of my askbox. This is SO cute I love Yakko and Max's bonding, I love the little nose boop, I love Yakko still being a worrywart for his siblings. I LOVE that Yakko catches on REAL fast that he's going to have to start hiding his eyes, he knows right away this is a big time crush, even if he's going to deny everything lol. I share the eye headcanon, although if you're familiar with me and my fics you knew that already. Do you have any of this written somewhere?

[animaniacswritingrequests]

we need more big brother wakko content on this earth. could you perhaps write something about wakko being a good big brother to dot ? :)

It was well into bedtime inside the Warner siblings tower, the trio well asleep and tucked into their beds. With Yakko snoring as the colorful spheres in his ball pit covered him along with his blanket, head tilted back in an open-mouthed snore.

Wakko slept in their hammock, tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. One arm and leg hung off the side, and they snored as well, though softer than Yakko. It had taken them a bit longer to finally get to rest, still reeling from the excitement of that day. 

However, their gift of sleep was taken away just as soon as it was given, a small, whimpering sound causing one of their ears to perk up. A single eye drifted half open, adjusting to the darkness. It was still and quiet for a moment, and they were just about to close their eyes once again, thinking they were most likely just hearing things. 

Suddenly the whimpering sound came again, and this time with it the soft sound of a mattress and covers shifting about. Wakko groaned, the red cap slipping from their head when he lifted it up, both eyes now open and squinting in the dark. They rubbed their tired eyes of sleep, or attempted to at least. 

“What’s going on?? Did a cute little puppy sneak in??” They whispered towards their brother and sister, annoyed that they were awoken after such a long period of time finally getting comfortable, but a little hopeful that a sweet little dog was the cause of it. 

The only answers they received was yet another snore from Yakko, and that same whimpering, which appeared to sound much closer than Wakko had initially thought. In fact, it was clear as day in both their ears now. 

Concerned by this point, they tilted their head to the side, trying to pick up exactly where it could be coming from. Sure enough, they turned and were met with the sight of their baby sister Dot, hugging a pillow close to her chest, knees curled against it. Her fangs were bared, and she frowned. 

Her shoulders were tense, eyes shut so tight Wakko could see the creases. It looked that she was trying her best to keep the tears at bay. Wakko could see the way her body twitched and her legs kicked whenever Dot made that whimpering noise. 

Wakko chewed on the bottom of their lips. Dot was their baby sister, and she would always be, so seeing her appear so small, afraid, and shaking like a leaf in the wind was such a jarring image compared to the strong, fierce little sister they knew. It hurt to see her like this. 

It was lucky that Wakko’s hammock hung right off the edge of Dot’s bed, so they could climb their way over the end, doing it so softly as to not scare their sister any further. Not that their plan worked at all, for as soon as they applied even the smallest bit of pressure onto the mattress, she jolted awake with a gasp, hitting them square on the nose with a pillow in the process. 

“OW, Hey! I was only trying to check on you.” Wakko murmured, shoving the pillow out of the way. Dot blinked, as if just realizing she was awake, and no longer experiencing that nightmare. She was silent for a few seconds, save for her breathing heavily. 

Tear rimmed eyes made their way over to look at Wakko, and just at the sight of them her bottom lip began to quiver, and tears now spilled over her cheeks. Wakko opened his mouth to express his concern, but was interrupted when Dot threw herself onto them, her arms wrapped around his waist in an almost crushing hug. Wakko was always reminded just how much stronger their sister was compared to how she looked. 

“Wakkoo… you’re such a dummy!” Dot exclaimed once the moment had passed, picking up her pillow yet again and wacking them upside the head. 

“Ah! What the- first you’re gonna hug me and then hit me? No wonder they say what they say about little sisters. I don’t get you at all!.” They whisper-shouted, hand pressed against their cheek where they were struck. 

Dot sighed, looking down at the pillow in her lap. She wiped her nose on the back of her finger, sniffling. “Ugh. You’re a dummy because something happened to you in my dream and you were hurt, and I couldn’t….” 

Her voice trailed off again, turning back into a blubbering mess of tears and snot. Dot once again buried her face into their blue sweater, now at the point of sobbing. 

Wakko’s ears drooped, of course with Dot being the youngest, along with it she was also the smallest, and that was apparent now more than ever when she shrunk herself into their arms. 

“Aww, come on, Dot! You know nothing could happen to me that I couldn’t shake off. I’m right here! You can tell ‘cause you’re using me as a living tissue right now.” 

Wakko teased her, and he was grateful to hear the softest, although sheepish chuckle muffled into his sweater. 

“Ughh sorry. I’m supposed to be the cute one, and yet look at me.” There was a pause, before she spoke again, her voice just above a whisper. “You wouldn’t mind staying the rest of the night, would you? With me, I mean.” 

“Aww sure, baby sister. I don’t think you’re gonna give me much of a choice, anyways.” 

Dot lifted her head, jabbing a finger into their chest. “You got that right!” They laughed for a small time, before she interrupted herself with a yawn, leaning against Wakko as a soft, gentle purring mixed with her breathing. 

“Don’t worry, Dot. I’m right here for ya.” Wakko mumbled, heart swelling as she purred against them. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be stuck in, but it was far from the worst. 

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

my thoughts on Animaniacs Characters:

Yakko Warner : Chaotic Bi/pan (I like both hcs) Theater Kid (and deffinately a he/they)..Nerd, Swiftie

Wakko Warner: Non-Binary(they/them) /aroace icon who is great a cooking/baking. Swiftie

Dot Warner: Bi Queen.(ace too) who mimics her brothers cause she looks up to them (this is how I justify her kinda stealing her sibs "things"(I already mentioned this in a prior post)), Swiftie

Pinkey: cute, rocks for brains, genderfluid (because I said so) HUGE swiftie

Brain: Asexual.

Slappy: Mean/chaotic Lesbian grandma who will blow you up if you inslult her nephew/grandchild

Skippy: Nerodivergent. and just all around adorable. Swiftie

Rita: badass, slytherin energy, has the best singing voices in the whole show (there i said it)

Runt: no thoughts. just floof, golden retreaver energy, cutie, floof. Best boi

Hello Nurse: LESBIAN ICON, doesn't get payed enough, should have been the CEO in the reboot.

Dr, Scrach'n'sniff: some flavour of queer, doesn't get payed enough. secret Swiftie

Mr Plotz: asshole.

Nora Norita: bitch. (with a backstory)

Katie Kaboom: Love her (I may have a bais towards her cause I am also a teenager named Katie with anger issues) (tbh we look alike to) bicon.

Minerva Mink: Bicon

Marita & Flavio Hippo(they can't be seperated): couple goals.

Good feathers (again they are a packaged deal) : I kinda hate them tbh (Squit has to be my fave tho)

Mindey: kinda annoying (she's still cute tho), she like MLP, her parents are in the words of Comic book guy (the Simpsons): the.worst.cartoon.parents.ever

Buttons: 2nd best boi (after Runt ofc) but would be a better Parent to Mindey. doesn't get rewarded for his efforts to keep Mindey alive and give this boy a break

William and Angilina II Warner: the fandom has basically just gave them whole personalities (hell idk if Angilina II even has a canon name) and backstories and I am HERE FOR IT!

Cora Norita: annoying Tiktok "influencer" (who's Mommy pays people to follow her) would be friends with Kaite Kaboom

Ralph.T. Guard: small brain, big heart. loyal af, hufflepuff energy tbh (still don't really like him tho)

Julia Brain: Sapphic queen. (married to Billie from the OG series) Rep era Swiftie 100%

Billie: Sweetie. loves her wife sm,

Chicken Boo: he wears a discuise to look like Human Guys but yer not a man your a chicken boo.

did I forget your Favorite? if so let me know!

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

(Dot and Zubi are in a hockey game)



Wakko: Crush her, Dot! Crush her!



Yakko: Come on, Zubi! Give it everything you got!



Dot's team crowd: Go, Dot! Go, Dot! Go, Dot!



Zubi's team crowd: Go, Zubi! Go, Zubi! Go, Zubi!



All team crowds: (shouts angrily)



(Suddenly Dot as a flashback of Zubi helping her reach the cookies when they were little. Zubi has a flashback of Dot making a shadow puppet for Zubi. Dot has another flashback were Zubi is putting a band aid are her leg. Zubi has another flashback were she and Dot are eating ice cream; Zubi has 1 scoop and Dot and 2. Zubi's ice cream falls on the ground )



Young Zubi: (cries)



(Dot puts one of her scoops on Zubi's cone)



(realizing they can't defeat each other, they hug)



Dot: Great game, Zubina



Zubi: Great game, Angelina



(The sister both stake off the rink and Yakko and Wakko goes to them)



Yakko: You both lost!



Zubi: We may have lost, but we're still sisters



(Dot and Zubi leaves)



Wakko: We were trying to make them go against each other. We failed as big brothers (Yakko nods in agreement)

079:You are the best sisters in the world, Zubi and Dot. ^^

[animaniacs-groove]

Do your bandmates have any other family members Yakko? Do you all get along?

Yeah, they do! Winona's the only adult of the three of us, and she still lives with her parents while we're busy trying to make it big.

Winona's family is HUGE. She lives with her very supportive dad, her less supportive mom, and her little sister, Daisy, who's also Wakko's girlfriend! The two became best friends after Daisy saved Wakko's ice cream cone from meeting the sidewalk one time, and then it blossomed into something a little more.

A WHOLE lot more.

Yeah. Winona also has an older brother named Jasper, but he's a senior in college and he doesn't live with the others, so we barely know him. Now, Winona's mom is kind of strict with her (not Daisy though for some reason) and sometimes, she doesn't really respect her life choices or what she wants to wear, so me and my sibs butt heads with her a lot, but she's nice most of the time. Daisy and their dad are nice pretty much all the time.

As for Cleff, he lives with his Uncle Louis. We all call him Uncle Louis because he earned it. He's basically Cleff's dad and everyone else's cool uncle. He's actually a famous actor too, but he hasn't acted in a long time. Right now, he's basically our band's manager. He books our shows and helps us out a lot. He even helped Winona pick out her guitar! Everyone I know loves him to bits. Well, except Plotz.

Thanks for your question, anon! Keep 'em coming!

[themurphyzone]

BatB AU: Be a Pest

AN: Sorry it’s been so long! Enjoy this next chapter!

Ch 19: Be a Pest 

AO3 Link

Wakko had been gone for a while. There was no way to check on him since the mirror was no longer in the castle’s possession. Yakko had to trust that Wakko knew what he was doing, or at least successfully improvise a plan. Maybe he’d been lucky enough to find some help out there. 

But as a big brother-slash-leader of their troublemaking trio, Yakko wondered if it was truly right to allow Wakko to venture into the outside world alone, without any preparation or guide to help him. Maybe he should’ve insisted on grabbing Dot so all three of them could present a united, persuasive force in case Pinky was reluctant to come back. 

A little late for any what-ifs now, isn’t it? 

The only thing he could do was check on Dot. Pinky’s departure hit everyone hard, with Dot and the Beast taking it the worst out of everyone. Everyone else was still coming to terms with the terrible news or distracting themselves by cleaning up the remains of the ball. 

Nobody dared disturb the Beast while he mourned Pinky’s presence. Yakko found himself at the West Wing’s entrance, about to barge in against orders to tell the Beast about Wakko’s plan, but he couldn’t provide the Beast with false hope. They’d had too much of that recently. 

It was better to wait until Pinky showed up, if he wanted to come back at all. 

Until then, the only thing he could do was try to be there for everyone else. Write some new songs, create some new jokes, make some wisecracks at their situation that belied just how serious everything had become, anything to fill in the melancholic silence that had quickly descended upon the castle. 

Leaving the West Wing corridor behind, he tried to follow other servants around, but they were all too lost in thought to react to his antics. Laughing was the best reaction, but he was willing to settle for a ‘go away, Yakko’ or ‘please stop, we’re busy’ too. Negative reactions were still reactions. 

So far, nothing. 

He’d left Dot alone for longer than he meant to. Though he knew his younger siblings were capable, he still worried about them. Sometimes Wakko was naive, and sometimes Dot was headstrong. Someone had to rein them in from time to time. 

She was on the cupboard’s bottom shelf, not even bothering to claim the top like she always threatened to do. If it wasn’t for the occasional clink of her handle against the wall, he could’ve mistaken her for one of the completely inanimate teacups. 

He climbed up to the cupboard without any issue thanks to his years of practice.  

“So how’s my favorite sister?” Yakko asked as he sat on the edge of the shelf, letting his base dangle in the air. 

Dot sighed. “I’m your only sister, Yakko.” 

“Which makes you a favorite by default,” Yakko said. He let a small ember burn on his left candle. 

But Dot didn’t laugh. 

The tiny flame flickered out. This would be tougher than he thought. 

“Wanna bother Scratchy? It’ll be fun. Turn that frown upside down and all,” Yakko suggested. Dot’s body shook with a vehement no. Okay, so maybe that wouldn’t work. There were a million other things he could try. “Ehh….we’ll file that under maybe later. You wanna…hear my latest educational song about Martin Luther and the Reformation? I arranged it to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony for easy listening!” 

Dot sighed. “I’m not really in the mood…”

Okay, okay, so music was a bust…maybe a game to pass the time would work? 

“Well, we could try cards, checkers, borrow funny hats from Marita for a tea party-” 

“Yakko Warner, what part of I’m not in the mood do you not understand?” Dot snapped, her base clinking sharply against the shelf. “Just leave me alone if you have nothing important to say!” 

Though her tone was sharp, her voice hitched. With a sigh, Yakko shook his head. “Yeah…can’t leave you alone even if you tell me to. Comes with the job.” 

Dot glared at him, but Yakko knew perfectly well that she didn’t want to be left alone right now. 

“Fine,” she grumbled. “So where’s Wakko?” 

Here we go.

This was the question he’d been waiting for. 

While he wished he could’ve swayed Wakko into waiting for Dot instead of relying on Yakko to explain everything, he also knew that no time could be wasted so Wakko could sneak out without being noticed. 

“Wakko’s gonna persuade Pinky to come back,” Yakko said. “Came up with the plan by himself and hitched a ride in Pharfig’s saddlebags.” 

“Without saying anything at all?” Dot scowled. “Typical.”

Yakko ignored the harshness in her tone. “Well, I caught him trying to sneak out, and I admit to trying to stop him from leaving, but he was really adamant about this. He didn’t have time to wait.” 

Dot pouted, and Yakko knew she would’ve jumped at the chance to go with Wakko. Some selfish part of Yakko was glad Dot was here though. He didn’t think he could take both of his younger siblings sneaking off the castle grounds without his knowledge. 

Or going without him for that matter. 

“And you let him go?” Dot asked. 

Yakko nodded. He had the odd feeling that Wakko wanted to go by himself anyway. Like there was something he was trying to prove. 

Except…he doesn’t need to prove anything to us. Does he know that?  

Dot was silent, though only because she was trying to think up her next question. 

"...would you have let me go if I asked?" 

Yakko was prepared for anger, but to his surprise, there was none within her question. 

A long time ago, he'd promised that they would stay together no matter what. Though he wished he didn't have to break his promise to his parents, the circumstances had forced him. 

"...I don't know. It was hard enough with Wakko. Don't look at me like that, I know you're not as fragile as you look, and I should've realized that sooner, but…" 

Dot gave him a sharp nudge. 

"I get it, Yakko," Dot murmured, placing most of her body weight onto Yakko in a no-armed version of a hug. "Stop talking before you say something really mushy." 

Yakko gasped in disbelief. Stop talking when that was his entire shtick? "What, you gonna ask the sky to stop being blue now? Or for the stars to stop shining? Any other impossible requests you wanna make?"

"Well, now that you've kindly offered…" Dot said with a cheeky grin, and Yakko nudged her back.

Honestly, if he'd known that all it took was admitting his younger siblings were capable even with their inanimate forms, he would've done it much sooner. 

"Wake me up when Wakko and Pinky come back. I wanna be awake for the love confession," Dot yawned, nestling into Yakko's side. 

Yakko wrapped his brass arm around her as best he could. 

They would come back. It would be difficult to wait, but they would come back. He was sure of it.

o-o-o-o-o

Dot wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, just that it was a very long and emotionally exhausting night, but with Yakko's light flickering gently around her, she felt more confident that Wakko and Pinky would return. 

They seriously needed to hurry up though. Apparently a sense of timing didn't come with being a clock.

As much as she wished she could've gone with Wakko, she realized that maybe Yakko needed her to stay for his own peace of mind. 

Yakko had sacrificed so much for her and Wakko, doing his best to play with them, educate them, and keep them safe and together in spite of everything life threw at them. 

Sometimes he got too overprotective, and sometimes he talked so much and forgot to listen, but he was working on it. 

And Dot wouldn't trade her brothers for the world, even if they did annoy her to death. 

Despite all of Yakko's efforts to stay awake, he'd fallen asleep. 

Dot blew out a tiny flame that still burned on his wick, nestling under his arm to see if she could somehow get back to sleep. It was hard when she was anticipating Wakko and Pinky's return. 

It wouldn't be long before she could nestle into soft fur again.

She closed her eyes, but before she could sink back into sleep, a commotion outside the cupboard caught her attention. 

"EVERYONE, WAKE UP! WE GOT TROUBLE!" Pesto's loud voice echoed through the kitchen. 

Dot tried to squeeze her eyes shut and will herself back to sleep, but Pesto's voice was impossible to ignore. 

The kitchen staff, who'd just finished putting away the remains of the ball's dinner, grumbled as they crawled out from the shelves, racks, and cupboards. 

"What's going on?" 

"Someone tell that featherbrain to shut up!" 

"Can't get any sleep in this place!" 

Pesto made an indignant noise. "Who are ya callin' a featherbrain, ya big lunk? I'd get that wide behind to the big lobby window if I was you!" 

The serving tray who'd insulted Pesto humphed. "I don't have a wide behind…" he muttered. 

Several of the servants around him whistled innocently and chose not to comment. 

Though Dot wondered if Bobby or Squit said anything that would drive Pesto into a crazed, profanity-laden tirade, the featherduster sounded genuinely panicked. 

Dot slipped out from underneath Yakko, curious about whatever was happening. Though some of the servants retreated to their sleeping areas for the night, others chose to heed Pesto and followed him out of the kitchen. 

"Huh? Whazzgoinon?" Yakko asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes. 

"Something's happening out there. C'mon!" Dot said, and Yakko's flames burst as he fully woke up and hopped out of the cupboard after Dot. 

They followed the servants to the window, where a large crowd was already gathered. They all had worried expressions on their faces, and Yakko and Dot glanced at each other, uncertain at what they would see. 

Pushing their way to the front, Yakko and Dot emerged beside Rita and Buttons. Runt and Mindy played together on the rug, oblivious to whatever worried the others. 

Outside the window, through the torrent of rainwater and flashes of lightning, bright specks of light shone through the darkness. 

Though Dot wished it was Wakko, Pinky, and Pharfignewton, that hope was quickly dashed as a series of thundering footsteps echoed on the stone bridge below. 

It was too loud to be a single horse. 

The lights steadily grew brighter and larger as they approached, and with a pit of dread in her non-existent stomach, Dot realized they were torches. 

A mob was coming. And they weren't here for a friendly chat over tea. 

"Gee, where are the pitchforks?" Yakko asked with a nervous chuckle. Nobody reacted to his attempt to make light of the situation. 

"We were roosting in an alcove above the entrance when we spotted 'em," Bobby said. "I'd say they're about fifty strong, each of them armed with at least one weapon." 

With the exception of Pinky and Wakko, nobody had ventured beyond the castle grounds in a long time. So nobody was sure what exactly they'd done to incite a mob. 

"So does anybody know what they're here for?" Adeline asked in concern. 

A deafening chant came from the mob, roaring over the thunder as they marched across the stone bridge. 

"Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!" 

A hush fell over the room, and even Runt and Mindy stopped their game as the revelation sank in. 

"No…" Dot whispered. "No! Yakko, we can't let them kill the boss!" 

If the mob got to the Beast before Wakko and Pinky got back, well, Dot didn't want to imagine the devastation that would follow. 

"Everyone. Look at that green light. Is that…" Rita pointed to an otherworldly green light poking out of a saddlebag attached to an enormous black horse. 

The horse's rider shouted in fury to his followers, who bellowed and swung their torches and weaponry through the air. 

"The mirror!" Yakko gasped. "How did they get their grubby hands on the mirror?" 

"We don't have time to worry about that dingy mirror! They've got a battering ram with 'em!" Pesto snapped.

"Forget the mirror, is that Prince Snowball among them? He hasn't come around for years!" one of the chairs shouted. 

"They're all following his lead!" a bucket cried. 

Abrasive as he was, Pesto had a point. They needed to focus on the attack, not the mirror or their leader! 

But why is Snowball coming back now of all times? He'll ruin everything! 

This entire situation was getting worse by the minute. 

Nobody had given Snowball a second thought in years, since the curse was a far more pressing matter. 

Maybe they should've been more concerned in hindsight.

The mob finally crossed the bridge, a quarter of the men heaving the enormous battering ram over their shoulders as they finally reached the front door. 

"Barricade the door!" someone screamed, and everyone rushed downstairs to block the front door. 

Dot stuck close to Yakko as they pressed their backs to the door, and she felt every slam of the battering ram against her back. The other servants joined them, but despite their numbers, most of them were too small to be effective. 

The mob would get into the castle. The only thing the servants could do was delay them. 

"Runt and I'll gather the others! We need everyone's help!" Rita exclaimed, wasting no time as she jumped onto Runt's back. "Mush, Runt!" 

"Mushing! Definitely mushing!" Runt barked as he ran into a nearby parlor room. 

"I'm gonna warn the boss!" Dot shouted. "We'll need him too!" 

Once more servants arrived to take her place, Dot moved away from the door, but before she could get far, something tapped her back. 

She turned around, prepared to argue that she could do this, but her words died away when Yakko gave her an encouraging nod. 

"Go for it," he said, shoving her to the stairs. 

Dot smiled. Their little talk had really gotten through to him.

Yakko was counting on her. They all were. 

She rushed upstairs, weaving between a crowd of mops and chairs who were hurrying to aid everybody with the barricade. 

Finally, she reached the West Wing. The Beast's mournful roars had long gone silent, so nobody knew what he was up to, or if he'd heard the commotion. The door was ajar, so Dot slipped through the opening. 

The entire West Wing was dark, save for the enchanted rose's ethereal glow. The Beast hunched over protectively in front of the rose, though he could barely summon the strength to be intimidating. His ears were limp against his back, the light that Pinky had brought back completely sucked out of his pink eyes. 

"You have to come help us! A mob of angry villagers are gonna break down the door any minute now!" Dot shouted. 

But the Beast only turned his back on her. 

"Leave me in peace," he growled. 

She'd expected some level of stubbornness, but she hadn't expected him to be so…despondent. 

Every movement was heavy and sluggish, and though Dot didn't want to entertain such a morbid thought, it seemed like the Beast had lost the will to live. 

"Didn't you hear me? We're under attack!" Dot cried. "And Snowball is leading the charge! They're chanting about how much they want to kill you!" 

But the Beast barely reacted to the name, despite their shared history, only pressing his clawed hand against the bell jar. 

"Then tell everyone to stand down and let them pass. Don't let them know you're alive," the Beast rasped. 

"So you're just…giving up?" Dot protested. 

The Beast turned his back on her, refusing to say anything more. He didn’t even tell her to leave, nor did he make any attempt to shut her out of the West Wing. 

And Dot realized that he didn’t have the strength nor the will to do anything but await discovery and certain death. 

Pinky was the only one who could truly chase away the Beast’s despair.

And they were still awaiting his return. 

There was nothing anyone could do until Wakko returned with Pinky in tow. What was taking them so long? They couldn’t wait much longer!

Even from the upper levels, she heard the mob’s mantra as the castle walls shook with every blow of the battering ram. The door was strong, but it was only a matter of time before it broke completely. 

She hurried down to the main entrance, knowing that there was nothing more she could do for the Beast. 

She needed to be with the other servants. They were the last line of defense within the castle. 

o-o-o-o-o

“KILL THE BEAST!” 

Their catchphrase grated on Yakko’s nerves as he shoved his back against the door. The wood and stone frame splintered, dust raining down from above. The servants pressed close together, but their bodies wouldn’t be an effective barricade for long. 

Their defense was crumbling fast. 

Above the cacophony of the mob and the servants shouting encouragement to keep their unruly visitors out, Yakko heard Dot’s voice call everyone’s attention from the landing of the staircase.

“The boss ordered us to stand down and let them pass!” Dot shouted. Everyone fell silent, stunned by the unencouraging orders. But that wasn’t what Yakko focused on at all. Instead, he saw a determination brimming within Dot. 

That they would defend their castle, their lives, and the Beast at all costs, and they would all live to see the curse broken once the battle was over. “But we can’t let the mob succeed, you hear? So disregard all orders and kick the mob’s butts!” 

Everyone belted out battle cries in response to her speech. 

If candelabras could shed proud tears, Yakko would’ve done it. Instead, he elbowed a broom on his right. “That’s my awesome sister,” he said, unable to stop himself from shamelessly bragging.  

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” was the broom’s snarky reply. 

Yakko clapped his candleholders together, and Dot smiled at his unwavering support. “Well, you heard her, everyone! Let’s get into battle formation!” he shouted. 

Truth was, they didn’t have to completely disregard orders. Everyone was willing to stand down and pretend they weren’t alive…but only so they’d catch the mob off-guard. The element of surprise would be essential.

The servants quickly split into two groups, one on each side of the red carpet that led from the doorway to the stairs. 

“We definitely gotta guard the castle!” Runt yipped, and Rita tugged on his tassels to shush him. 

“Wait for the signal, Runt!” she hissed.

Buttons scurried off to check on Mindy and came back in record time. Knowing Buttons, he’d found a really good hiding spot to keep her out of harm’s way. 

The Goodfeathers and their fellow featherdusters perched atop the gargoyles and rafters, waiting to spring upon the unsuspecting mob. 

Yakko and Dot quickly perched upon a small table which had settled near the front. Though some small, instinctive part of Yakko wanted to protect Dot, he knew that she wasn’t as fragile as she looked. She could handle herself just fine.  

Everyone froze in place, pretending to be the inanimate objects they resembled. The room was dark, and nobody made a peep. 

With one mighty crash, the heavy door splintered and fell to the ground, revealing the mob with their torches and weaponry. Prince Snowball was at the helm, his brows furrowed and mouth twisted into an ugly snarl. He peered into the lobby, then gestured for the mob to follow him inside. 

The men dropped their battering ram, creeping along the carpet as they carefully looked around. Snowball was the only one who masked any fear, while the others nervously pointed their weapons to anything that made noise, not realizing just how tightly packed they were. 

“He’s lurking somewhere in the shadows,” Snowball growled. “Be on your guard.” 

A short, heavyset man followed closely behind Snowball, smiling anxiously and wringing his hands in an effort to kiss up to Snowball’s higher status. It was pretty pathetic to watch. “Y-you saw how sharp those fangs were in the mirror. Not to mention those horns. Wh-what if he-” 

Snowball whipped around and hurled his torch at the man’s head, who yelped as he patted the embers out of his sideburns. “Are you suggesting that I can’t handle the monster on my own, Plotz?” he growled. 

Plotz gulped. “N-no, of course not, your Grace! He’s no match for your might at all!” 

Pleased with Plotz’s desperate assertion, Snowball signaled for everyone to fan out and search the castle. 

“Take all the valuables, antiques, and relics you can find!” he ordered. “But remember, the honor of killing the Beast belongs to me!”

Everybody tensed, awaiting the command to spring their trap. None of these invaders were going anywhere near the Beast! 

Plotz reached for him to provide some light, and Yakko did his best not to squirm at the idea of having the man’s grubby hands around him. He had to remain still, like the candelabra he appeared to be… 

And once Plotz looked away, distracted by the men’s rowdiness around him, Yakko knew that it was time to strike. 

“NOW!” Yakko screeched, his flames bursting with such intensity that Plotz howled in pain, dropping him at once. 

And the entire castle was engulfed in chaos. 

o-o-o-o-o 

Dot ducked and weaved between men's feet to trip them up as they swung their weapons. Many of them made the fatal mistake of looking down, and the momentary distraction cost them dearly. 

She didn't have a knight's strength nor Marita's bulk, but she was excellent at being an absolute pest. 

"Outta my way, jerk!" Dot hollered as she slipped between a bearded man's shoes, and he fell onto his stomach with a surprised shout. She stopped in front of his face and blew a raspberry at him, happy that she still had a tongue to blow raspberries with. "Well, I did warn you. Doncha know teacups have right of way?" 

With a frustrated huff, the man tried to grab her, but Dot easily evaded his grasp. 

"Boy, I've seen babies with better reflexes than you!" Dot hollered. "So crawl back to your little shack and tell everyone you lost to a teacup!" 

The man bellowed in outrage, his ego bruised at the idea of a dainty, fragile, floral-patterned talking teacup outwitting him at every turn. 

But before he could make his move, a caterwaul erupted from the frenzy of servants and villagers. Runt burst from the crowd, barking apologies as he bowled over friend and foe alike, while Rita rode atop his back. There was a sharp-toothed grin on her face as she clutched Runt's tassels with one paw, while the paw was held out to the side, a set of gleaming, sharp needles poking out from her white-laced sleeve, bound to her arm with a red ribbon. 

Every member of the mob was trying to avoid her at all costs, choosing to take their chances with the knights' swords or Yakko's fire. Their clothes were slashed, their bare skin sporting angry red scratches. 

Then Rita turned her attention to the man antagonizing Dot, and she thrust her makeshift claws into the air, yowling as she goaded Runt into knocking him over. The man screamed in pain as Rita slashed his thigh. 

"Not bad for a Christmas angel, don't you think?" Rita purred, fixing her halo to give off an air of pure innocence. 

"Yeah, and you have the voice of one too!" Runt barked. 

Rita rubbed the back of her paw against her cheek nonchalantly. "Save the flattery for later," she said, glancing at Dot for any sign of injury. "Holding up okay, Dot?" 

"Don't worry, I'm having plenty of fun!" Dot exclaimed. 

Rita flashed her claws with a grin. "So am I," she declared, narrowing her eyes at a bulky man with a meat cleaver who was terrorizing the laundry staff. "Hey Runt, doesn't that guy over there smell like a nice, juicy beef tenderloin? Ya think he might be the butcher?" 

Runt's tassels wagged. "Oh boy, beef tenderloin!" he exclaimed, bounding off in excitement. 

That poor butcher never knew what hit him. 

An operatic shout sounded from above, and Dot barely had time to look up before Marita slammed into the ground, crushing a hapless soul under her bulk. 

Ha! Serves them right!  

But Dot celebrated too early. Someone's meaty hands clamped around her, lifting her several feet off the ground. She wriggled her base and tried to pull away, but the man's grip was too strong. 

"Thought you could escape, huh? Real cute," he guffawed, raising her above his head. 

Fear coursed through Dot. He was gonna shatter her! Maybe she'd been too confident in her abilities at a time when everyone else was preoccupied. 

She braced for impact, praying that it wouldn't hurt too much as the man flung her to the stone below…

…and something soft cushioned her fall. 

Below her was a tan ottoman, whose focus was completely locked on the man who'd tried to shatter her. 

Buttons! 

And riding atop him was a candelabra with an easygoing smile on his waxy face, which couldn't quite conceal the simmering fear and anger. 

"Got here in the nick of time," Yakko said casually, his tone concealing just how furious he truly was. "Feeling up for a little revenge, Dot?" 

"I'd love some," Dot grinned. 

True, she could be fierce and independent, but truth was, sometimes she needed to rely on her brothers too. 

Every once in a while of course, not that she'd ever let them know that. Her brothers didn't need the ego boost. 

"You know what to do, Buttons!" Yakko declared. 

In a matter of seconds, Buttons had the cruel villager pinned to the ground. Trapped between Buttons' wooden legs, the man's eyes comically bulged in fear. 

Buttons growled, a surprisingly ominous sound for an ottoman. 

Yakko's flames flared to a height that Dot had never seen before, changing from a warm orange into an intense, scorching blue. 

He hopped off Buttons' back and onto the man's chest. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as Yakko held a flame close to the man's exposed neck. 

"The only one who messes with my siblings is me, understand?" Yakko growled. 

The man stared, cross-eyed at Yakko's flames. 

"Couldn't quite catch that," Yakko said. "Mind speaking up? It's so hard to hear over all this racket!" 

"U-understand," the man squeaked out, his voice an octave higher than it was before. 

The score now settled, Yakko's blue flames cooled to orange. He settled atop Buttons' back once again, slinging an arm around Dot. 

"Care to do the honors, Buttons?" Dot asked. 

The man breathed a sigh of relief as Buttons released him, though he scarcely had time to sit up when a hind leg slammed into his gut, causing him to keel over once again. 

Revenge had never been sweeter. 

"Shall we?" Yakko asked, his arm sweeping out to indicate the hall-turned-battlefield. 

"Charge!" Dot screeched, and the trio leapt into the fray once more. 

o-o-o-o-o

Wakko's heart raced as Pharfignewton burst through the edge of the forest, rushing past the broken iron gates that marked the beginning of the castle property. 

From across the stone bridge, they heard the shouts and caterwauls of a raging battle, though from this distance, it was impossible to tell who was winning. 

Behind him, Pinky wrung his tail anxiously. "I hope we're not too late…" he whispered. 

"It'll work out, Pinky," the old mouse said in reassurance, though he couldn't hide his nervous tremor either. "You'll see." 

Slappy and Skippy emerged from the forest canopy, leaping from the branches to the top of the stone walls. 

"Whoa, that's a huge castle!" Skippy exclaimed. "You really live here, Wakko?" 

"Sure do!" Wakko replied. Though he wished Skippy could've seen the castle before it fell into disrepair during the curse. He would've been even more amazed.

"Eh, you've seen one castle, you've seen 'em all," Slappy shrugged, not nearly as impressed as her nephew. 

Bugs popped out of the ground, unable to continue tunneling across the stone bridge. He munched on a carrot as he took in his surroundings, casually resting his elbows on the soil, his lower half still underground. 

“Well, this looks like a fun party,” Bugs commented. 

He was suddenly shoved out of the hole by an incredibly irate Daffy, whose beak was scrunched up in disgust. He retched and coughed out a wriggling earthworm, glaring at Bugs once he was finished. 

“Thank you, Bugs,” Daffy said sardonically. “For treating me to a wonderful dinner of mud and worm a la mode.” 

“No problem, duck,” Bugs said, brushing himself off as he stood up. He offered a carrot to Daffy without even looking. “Care for dessert?”

Daffy snatched the carrot out of Bugs’ hand and angrily chomped down while muttering insults against rabbits under his breath. 

The group charged across the stone bridge, the air filled with the screams and chaos of a raging battle. As they drew nearer, they passed several villagers who were shouting and fleeing from the castle. 

A bearded man sported two black eyes and several missing teeth. Another was limping along, dressed in nothing but a ballerina’s tutu with his mascara running trailing down his face from the rain. 

That one was definitely Marita’s work. 

“I told you not to fall for that harp’s feminine wiles, Tom!” a man scolded his bruised friend as he dragged him into the trees. 

Tom moaned, clutching his broken nose. “Bu’ she was so bretty!” 

Hello Nurse seemed to be doing fine in the battle too. 

Wakko’s heart soared as they finally crossed the stone bridge. Despite the battered and broken exterior, they were actually winning the battle! 

“Hey, you guys better be saving some for us!” Slappy shouted at Wakko.

“Yeah, don’t hog all the fun!” Skippy agreed. 

Daffy rolled his shoulders back and cracked his knuckles. “I’m getting a headstart on all of you!” he shouted, pulling out a meringue pie and anvil from behind his back. He charged straight into the castle, and there was a high-pitched scream followed by a loud crash from inside. 

Slappy and Skippy rushed in after Daffy, letting out war cries of their own. 

Bugs stayed behind, content to finish his carrot before joining the fight. 

"Let's go, Pharfignewton!" Wakko shouted, tapping his wooden legs against her saddle. 

She took a step forward, but her legs trembled. Yet she tried to hold her head high, even though her sides heaved with tremendous effort. 

Unsteady on her hooves, she shuffled over to a patch of grass and collapsed on her side, her tongue lolling out as she panted.

Wakko, Pinky, and Jack yelped as their ride ended unceremoniously. 

The rain plastered her mane to her back, but she didn't seem to care. Wakko and Pinky quickly climbed off her saddle, draping themselves around her muzzle. 

"...you okay, Fig?" Pinky whispered, tenderly rubbing soothing circles into her muzzle. 

Pharfignewton nickered quietly, her eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. 

She's in a lot of pain, Wakko realized. And she ran so far, so fast with those burns on her legs….

Pharfignewton’s nostrils flared, and she tossed her head with a snort. Wakko and Pinky’s hands slid off her muzzle. 

Go. 

The message was loud and clear. Though Wakko and Pinky were hesitant to leave her in such a vulnerable state, she wanted them to save the castle. The inhabitants were her friends too. 

“Shall we?” Bugs called, dropping the remaining leaves of his eaten carrot on the ground as he stretched his arms. 

Wakko unstrapped the mallet from his back, which fit perfectly in his hands. Heavy enough to cause damage, but light enough to swing around. It was just right for him, and he was happy that Slappy let him keep it. 

Wakko glanced up at Bugs, nodding with conviction. “I’m ready,” he declared. 

His siblings had waited long enough. 

“Here. You’ve earned this,” Bugs said, holding out a carrot to Pharfignewton. She gratefully accepted it, whinnying her thanks. 

But Pinky clung to Pharfignewton, too distraught to let go. 

Jack rested his hand on his son’s shoulder, tilting his head towards the castle. He knew what needed to be done.  

Wakko hefted his mallet over his shoulder, giving Pinky and Jack a determined nod. He was ready to protect his siblings and friends now. 

Then he and Bugs rushed into the castle, deftly avoiding an unconscious villager who’d been knocked out in the doorway. 

They were instantly met with a chaotic scene. 

Feathers from the pillows and featherdusters were scattered everywhere. The villagers slipped on puddles of soapy water that the buckets dumped on the floor, rendering them vulnerable to attack. Somebody screamed, the large metal pot on his head muffling the sound. Several cooking utensils jumped at the chance to aid him by repeatedly banging on the metal pot, and the man stumbled and swayed as his entire body vibrated with the sound. 

Wakko recognized a large man, Gerald, nearby. He was fending off the seamstresses’ assault, even with one hand bound to his back with some incredibly strong thread, he wasn’t going down easily. 

He’d mocked Pinky for his kind offer to feed him soup, in addition to tying Pharfignewton up in the stables after he led her away, ensuring she couldn’t aid her family while they were in trouble. 

Needless to say, Wakko hated him. 

His grip tightened around his mallet, ready for payback, but Bugs walked up to Gerald and tapped him on the shoulder before he could do anything. 

“Eh, pardon me doc, but would you like any assistance with that thread?” Bugs asked. “Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a bind.” 

Bugs chuckled at his own joke as he led a bemused Gerald over to a stone gargoyle. Then Bugs tapped his finger against the gargoyle’s sharp fang, nodding in satisfaction. 

“Here, this one should cut it nicely,” Bugs declared. 

Gerald turned his back to the gargoyle and tried to use the fang to saw through the thread, and though it held quite well, it would eventually break. 

“Well, glad there’s still some decency left,” Gerald grunted as he attempted to break the thread. It was clearly going to take some time and lots of strength. “Can’t really expect much help when everyone’s fighting off demon-possessed furniture.”

Bugs nodded. “Tell me about it. Afraid I’ve never been one for Gothic decor myself. I’m more into the classical style.”

“I’m sure the Devil would be right at home,” Gerald grunted. 

Then Wakko noticed that one of Bugs’ long ears was pointing to the top of the gargoyle’s head. Bugs’ eyes flicked to Wakko, then back to Gerald. 

And Wakko understood. 

Strapping the mallet to his back, Wakko silently crept over to the gargoyle and climbed to the top of its head. Bugs kept Gerald talking and focused on cutting the thread so he wouldn’t notice. 

“Humph. You aren’t half-bad. Better company than Jacque anyway,” Gerald admitted, the thread finally snapping. “Tell you what. Come to the tavern and I’ll treat you to Dick’s whiskey at the victory feast. He’s the best brewer in the village.” 

Wakko’s hands tightened around the mallet as he waited for Bugs’ signal. Any moment now. 

Bugs shrugged. “Eh, can’t say I care for that bitter stuff. I prefer a nice, refreshing glass of carrot juice.” 

Gerald guffawed. “So that explains why you’re so scrawny then! How do you ever expect to be a real man without meat and whiskey?”

Bugs produced a cup filled with carrot juice and pressed it into Gerald’s hand. “Well, have you ever tried carrot juice before?” he asked, rubbing his chin as Gerald stared at the cup, his mouth agape as he wondered where Bugs pulled it from. “Hmmm, most first timers find the taste a bit earthy. Fortunately, that’s an easy fix. You want one or two lumps?” 

Two sugarcubes sat in Bugs’ open palm. 

“Fine. I’ll humor you. Two lumps,” Gerald grumbled, snatching the sugarcubes out of Bugs’ hand and dropping them into the carrot juice. 

“An excellent choice,” Bugs grinned, taking a step back. “You heard this upstanding gentleman, Wakko! Two lumps for him, if you please!” 

Gerald whirled around, his eyes widening in terror as Wakko raised his trusty mallet, delivering two lumps to Gerald’s temple as promised. 

Gerald collapsed, completely unconscious with two large, red lumps on his forehead. 

“Well, I can hardly expect to be a real man since I’m a rabbit,” Bugs chuckled, sidestepping Gerald’s body to shake Wakko’s brass hand. “Whoever named you Wakko must’ve known you’d be a real hard hitter with a mallet.”

Wakko’s heart soared at Bugs’ praise. 

“Hey, everybody!” a voice shouted from above. “Wakko’s back!” 

Squit circled around Wakko’s head in a joyful greeting, and Wakko happily shook Squit’s tailfeathers.  

With the threat of the villagers greatly reduced thanks to Daffy, Slappy, and Skippy’s enthusiastic attacks, the servants eagerly rushed over to the gargoyle to see Wakko. 

“It’s about time! What took ya so long?” Pesto shouted. 

Runt happily wagged his tassels. “Didja see any good sticks out there? I really, really love sticks!” 

Rita sighed, careful not to scratch herself on several razor-sharp needles she’d attached to her paw. “Not really why he was out there, Runt…” she sighed. 

“Well, talk to ya later,” Bugs said, lifting Wakko off the gargoyle and placing him on the ground. “I can’t let Daffy and the Squirrels take all the fun.” 

The servants let him pass, recognizing him as an ally.

“WAKKO!” 

Above all the noise were the two voices Wakko had looked forward to hearing the most. 

Yakko and Dot burst through the crowd, slamming into Wakko at full speed and knocking him into the gargoyle’s stone leg before he had the chance to drop his mallet. 

Dot nuzzled into Wakko’s side, and Wakko gripped her handle with one hand in their own version of a hug. She had a bright smile on her face, and Wakko was happy to see that somehow, she’d cheered up while he’d been away. 

Yakko’s brass arms were tightly wrapped around Wakko, the flame on top of his head bursting sporadically. 

“Yakko did some soul-searching while you were gone,” Dot said with a teasing grin. “He was a total mess.” 

“I’ll have you know that I was always the cool, calm, smooth-talking eldest Warner brother and semi-parental figure I’ve always been,” Yakko declared. “So what happened during your time away?” 

Wakko rubbed his chin. “Well, I found out that Prince Snowball wanted Pinky to marry him. And Pinky said no, so Snowball threatened to throw everyone he loved into the Maison des Lunes with the support of almost the entire village. They didn’t believe that the enchanted castle was real, so Pinky proved them wrong by showing them the Beast through the magic mirror. Then Snowball got really, really mad and riled everyone up into a mob to storm the castle and kill the Beast. Then he told the Devil to lock Pinky, his father, and Slappy in the asylum until he returned to claim Pinky’s hand in marriage. So the Devil tried to take them away, but then I met Skippy, Bugs, and Daffy, and they helped me destroy the asylum carriage. Then the Devil tried to kill us, but I smashed his knees with my mallet and Bugs dragged him underneath the earth. Then we rode here to save the castle from the mob and the curse! Pinky’s still outside though, we should really check on him once we’re finished dealing with the invaders.” 

Everyone was silent during his tale, and the only noise was Daffy’s furious quacking as he whacked a villager for setting his tail on fire. 

Then Dot let out an indignant noise. “You beat up the Devil and didn’t let me have a turn?” she complained. “That’s it. When I have my arms back, I wanna try out your mallet. You owe me.” 

Fair enough. 

Yakko half-laughed, half-sobbed with glee. “You’re different now, but you’re a Warner sibling through and through,” he grinned. “Wish Mom and Dad could see you. They’d be proud.” 

And so was Yakko, though he’d never admit to anything so mushy. 

“Well, what are we all standing around here for?” Wakko shouted, raising his mallet to the cheers of the servants. “Let’s save our castle!”

And the castle’s fighting spirit was rekindled once more. 

o-o-o-o-o      

Responsible guardians would’ve made sure their kid ate their veggies, brushed their teeth, and went to bed at a reasonable time. 

Responsible guardians definitely wouldn’t let their kid ride on machines with questionable safety mechanisms, chase down the Devil, or encourage them to store dynamite in their hammerspace. 

That’s why Slappy enjoyed being an aunt. 

To hell with everyone who tried to separate Skippy from her. Belatedly, the villagers realized that was the worst course of action they could’ve taken.

“Now Skippy, you’re probably gonna hear a lotta people say you should take the high road if someone wrongs you,” Slappy declared. She whistled shrilly, and an enormous anvil dropped from the second floor onto an unaware Stanley. “But lemme tell ya, revenge is the best way to make sure they’ll never do it again. Thanks for the demonstration, Henri.” 

Henri the anvil hopped off Stanley’s back, the ground shaking under his weight. “No problem,” he said before hopping off in search of some hapless villager’s foot. 

Skippy eagerly scribbled down notes on a small pad, quickly putting it away and bringing out a mallet that was ten times as large as he was. 

“Whoa!” Skippy shouted in surprise, wobbling back and forth as he tried to control the swaying mallet. 

Everyone on both sides hastily scrambled out of the way. Nobody wanted to be caught under the mallet. 

That is, everyone except for Daffy, who was too busy counting and organizing his pile of semi-conscious villagers to notice the ominous shadow dangling over him.

Daffy hummed a tune to himself as he threw the baker on top of the dairy farmer. “La-da-dee, la-da-doo, ten for me, none for that dumb bunny, la-da-dee, la…DAHHHHHHHH!” 

Too late, he noticed the mallet swinging down from above. With a mighty crash, it flattened him against the stone floor. 

Skippy let go of the handle with a nervous smile. “Oops…” 

“Eh, don’t sweat it, Skippy,” Slappy said, lifting the heavy mallet enough so a very irate Daffy could scuttle out from underneath. “Give it a couple years. You’ll grow into it.” 

“Your child is a menace to society…” Daffy muttered, snapping back to his normal height. “And you’re despicable for encouraging it.” 

Slappy rolled her eyes. Like she hadn’t heard it all before. 

Skippy bounced on his toes. “Thanks for the compliment, Dewey!” he exclaimed. 

“IT’S DAFFY, YOU SNOT-NOSED CRETIN! NOT DRAKE, NOT DONALD, NOT DEWEY, BUT DAFFY!” 

Daffy hooted, hollered, and rammed through the solid stone walls, startling villagers outside who were trying to crawl away from battle. 

“This time, let’s try to stay away from friendly fire,” Slappy suggested to Skippy, ignoring the carnage outside. 

“I make no promises, Aunt Slappy,” Skippy declared. 

Fair enough.

Just as they were about to begin their search for a suitable target, Plotz stomped up to them with a furious glare.

His once-neat suit was shredded, an ember smoldering on one shoulder. Half his hair (not that he had much to begin with) had been ripped out, and he was missing a shoe. 

"Alright, kiddo. Go be a menace to society," Slappy declared, giving Skippy an encouraging nudge towards Plotz. 

Skippy puffed out his chest with pride and met Plotz's glare without flinching. 

She'd step in if needed, but deep down, she knew he wouldn't require an intervention. If Skippy could fight back against the Devil and win, then a cowardly thief was no match for him at all. 

Skippy was taller, wittier, and braver than he'd ever been before. 

And the realization struck Slappy harder than a thousand ton sack of bricks ever could. 

He's growing up. 

Skippy and Plotz traded insults, but Slappy barely heard any of them. All she knew was the swelling pride that overtook her as Skippy remained calm and collected, while Plotz launched into a furious diatribe about Skippy, his behavior, his heritage, and everything else he hated about the young squirrel. 

Instead of replying, Skippy crossed his arms and turned his back to Plotz. 

A risky move, but the complete disrespect left Plotz seething.

Plotz stomped around Skippy to force eye contact, but Skippy lifted his chin proudly and turned his face away. It didn't matter which direction Plotz tried to move, Skippy was one step ahead of him. 

I didn’t think I could be any prouder, but- 

A hiccup interrupted her thoughts, and a half-llucid Jacque stood in her way, blocking her view of the entertainment.  

"I rembr'er when my son grew up," Jacque drunkenly rambled, his nose as red as a beet. He swayed on his feet, rum trickling down his face as he sloppily drank out of his bottle. "Ne'er spoke to me again once he turned the ripe ol' age of sixteen. I miss that bright fella-" 

Slappy snatched the bottle out of Jacque's hands and smashed it against his head. The local drunk was instantly knocked out, humming a very out of tune Alouette as he collapsed. 

"Never asked for your tragic backstory, Jacque," Slappy growled, eager to get back to watching the one-sided showdown between her nephew and Snowball's lackey. 

But she found that her vision was partially obscured by a glossy sheen. She quickly glanced left and right, and once the coast was clear, she wiped her eyes against her bushy tail. 

“Do mine eyes deceive me?” a voice chuckled behind her. “The great Slappy Squirrel, crying over her kid growing up?” 

Slappy jumped. She was usually good at discerning sneak attacks from behind since Skippy sometimes tried to hug attack her when he thought she wasn’t watching. But Bugs had crept up on her, and she’d let down her guard. 

She released her tail and folded her arms, her vision returning in full. Then she kicked Bugs in the shin to shut him up. 

If there was anything she agreed with Daffy on, it was that Bugs didn’t know when to shut up. 

“Tell anybody and I will personally chop off your feet and peddle ‘em as good luck charms,” Slappy threatened him. 

Bugs held up his hands to placate her, though she knew her threat fell on empty ears. “Duly noted,” he agreed. 

Then Skippy reached behind him, pulling out a cannon and letting it drop to the ground with a loud thud. Startled by the cannon’s sudden appearance, Plotz had no time to react as Skippy shoved him inside headfirst. But Plotz didn’t fit smoothly, and though Skippy tried shoving him at first, he resorted to tilting the cannon upwards and jumping repeatedly on him, though Plotz barely budged at all. 

“Aunt Slappy!” Skippy shouted. “Can I get some help over here?” 

“Duty calls,” Slappy told Bugs, who grinned back as she walked over to a struggling Skippy.  

Her kid was growing up, but he still needed her help every now and then. Besides, what could possibly be a better bonding activity than launching minions out of cannons? 

“Get off and tilt that cannon towards the window, Skippy,” Slappy instructed, taking out a long pole with a clubbed end from her hammerspace. “Never aim your cannon directly upwards unless you want to get blown to smithereens.” 

Skippy jumped down and with some effort, shoved the cannon into the proper angle for launch. Plotz let out a muffled oomph, his bottom and legs sticking out in an awkward position. 

Slappy rammed the pole into Plotz, and everything up to his legs disappeared into the cannon. His entire body was scrunched up inside, his screams echoing inside the metal. 

“Can I try?” Skippy asked eagerly. 

Slappy handed him the pole, and Skippy gave the pole an experimental push.

Slappy shook her head. “You’re poking a bear, not a poodle. Put all your strength into it!” 

It took three more shoves, but Skippy finally managed to stuff Plotz’s legs into the cannon. 

He’d get it down once his physical strength developed, she was sure.

She took the pole from Skippy, making sure Plotz was shoved properly to the back. Once he was in position, she and Skippy moved to the other end of the cannon. 

“Care to do the honors?” Slappy asked, striking a match and offering it to Skippy. He took it and lit the rope, shaking out the match’s leftover fire.

There was a hiss and the smell of smoke and gunpowder in the air as the fire sizzled and burnt the rope, finally reaching the end of the cannon. 

She grabbed Skippy, pressing down on his ears to protect his hearing from the deafening cannonfire since there was no time to search her hammerspace for earmuffs. She used her tail to cover her own ears, since squirrels distinctly lacked more than two hands. 

The cannon shook, then fired its contents into the air with a deafening boom. A soot-covered Plotz soared through the window and into the sky, the mighty castle far below him. He’d land somewhere in the forest, or if they were lucky, he’d land somewhere in the jungles of South America. 

Slappy didn’t care. 

They’d gotten their revenge, and she’d never been so satisfied in all her life. 

There was a stir as the villagers came out of their unconscious state, drowsy and confused. 

“C’mon, while they’re still groggy!” a floral-patterned teacup called to them. Wakko stood next to her, holding his mallet with pride. He waved at them and waddled off, calling for everybody to join the crowd of animated inanimate objects at the base of the stairwell. 

Daffy strolled in, beak up in the air and his chest swollen with pride. 

“I win,” he smirked before turning to the inanimate objects. “All hail your conquering hero! Thank you! You’re all too kind! Autographs are fifty livres each! Mwah, mwah, please, you’re too much!” 

Bugs shrugged, Slappy rolled her eyes, and Skippy laughed. 

Once they were all huddled together in one enormous mass, a candelabra hopped up to the groggy villagers. Then he leaned into the baker’s face with a smug grin. 

“Boo.” 

That single word drove the scattered remains of the mob into a panic as they fled from the castle for good. 

And once they were all gone, cheers and joyful shouts reigned through the castle. 

“We did it, Aunt Slappy!” Skippy squealed, throwing his arms around her waist in a hug. 

She ruffled the fur on Skippy’s head, silently promising herself that she’d never allow Skippy to be forcibly separated from her ever again. 

The nightmare was finally over. They’d won. 

o-o-o-o-o

The rain poured around Pinky, the wind whipping violently at his fur and cloak. He gripped the fur on Pharfignewton's muzzle, though in her weakened state, she was trying to get him to let go. 

It was his fault that Pharfignewton had been whipped, burned, and galloped a long distance with her untreated injuries. 

The burns on her flank and legs were a furious red, in stark contrast to her white coat. 

She needed medicine, somewhere warm to rest, and food. But he couldn't provide any of those things.

I failed her. 

Pharfignewton whinnied softly, trying to reassure Pinky. Though it didn't really work, he appreciated the gesture. 

"...you should go see your friends," Papa said, his cold fingers prying Pinky off Pharfignewton. Then he sneezed, rubbing his nose on his cloak. 

Papa too. He shouldn't be out in the rain…. 

Pinky wanted to see the servants again. According to Wakko, they were all waiting to welcome him with open arms. 

And most of all, he wanted to see the Beast again.

Maybe, once everything was alright again, they could read another bedtime story in front of the fire. The Beast would complain about Pinky using his cloak as a blanket, but wouldn't do anything to take the cloak back from him. And they'd fall asleep with Pinky nestled safely against the Beast's warm body, protected from the outside world. 

But…maybe he was hoping for too much. Maybe he was so excited to see the Beast that he hadn't considered if the Beast would be excited to see him. 

He'd left with hardly a goodbye. Now that he thought about it, when the Beast brought him into the West Wing just before they parted ways, there was something important he'd wanted to say. 

The Beast had been so nervous and shy. The thing he'd wanted to say was very important, but also hard to express. 

If the Beast was willing to see him, maybe he could say the thing he'd wanted to say before? 

Papa's hands turned Pinky around so that they were face to face with each other. Papa's eyes held no trace of anger or hurt, just understanding and love. 

"Pharfig will be safe with me," Papa said. "Go see your friends, Pinky." 

Pinky glanced at Pharfignewton, who only gave the tiniest, knowing smile. She was encouraging him too. 

"Papa…" Pinky began, but before he could say anything else, the sound of shattering glass roared above the storm. 

Startled, Pinky's gaze was drawn to the high towers of the castle. There were two figures on a stone protrusion, illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Snowball’s harsh laughter echoed through the air as he kicked a defenseless Beast towards the edge. The Beast laid helplessly on the stone, unwilling to move even though Snowball was about to bludgeon his head with a stone piece he’d broken off from the castle roof. 

Why wasn’t the Beast defending himself? Pinky had seen him fight a wolf! He should be able to fight back against Snowball! 

"Beast! Get up! You have to get up right now!" Pinky screamed. His heart leapt with terror, his stomach churning at how the Beast teetered over the edge, darkness in one direction and a murderous, enraged Snowball in the other.  

I can’t be too late! Please tell me I’m not too late… 

Yet at his words, the Beast stirred, lifting his head from the stone. His mouth moved, though Pinky couldn’t hear anything from this distance. 

The Beast had seen him. But instead of the joyful reunion Pinky had hoped for, it was a matter of life or death. 

“Stop it, Snowball! Please!” Pinky shouted as Snowball stood over the Beast and raised the club, preparing to strike-

-and the Beast’s hand stopped the club. 

Snowball faltered, shocked as the Beast loomed over him, his grip firmly on the club as he pushed Snowball back to the roof. They grappled for control, the Beast’s roars echoing through the air. 

And Pinky finally understood where he was needed. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Pinky rushed into the castle.

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The Learning Type

Wakko decides to tag along with Yakko for today's lessons, despite it not having gone well in the past.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Yakko loved studying. He loved learning, and growing, and obtaining more knowledge and skills in any way he could. His dad said he got it from his mother, though his grandma said her mother was a lot more “foolish with her knowledge” than he was, whatever that meant, so maybe he got it from her instead.

…Yakko had known his grandmother his whole life, and he still didn’t know what to make of her. Sure, his mom and dad constantly contradicted her or told him she was wrong, but Yakko wasn’t sure. A lot of what his grandmother said made sense: a good king should be focused on expanding his knowledge and on his people, not on frivolities like playing with toys or with his little brother. It just made sense.

But his parents said she was wrong but she didn’t seem wrong, but his parents were rarely wrong too, so it was just this confusing cycle of who was actually wrong about who. The most confusing case of wrongness was with his brother Wakko.

He liked Wakko plenty, he was fun and cute and stuff but– how to put this lightly…

The kid got on his nerves.

He didn’t talk much, though when he did it always seemed to be with him which was just great when he was trying to study. When he wasn’t talking he was making nonsensical little sounds which irked and distracted him and just– he was loud and crashed into things, and often ate snacks he specifically set aside so he could have later, and frankly, he just had it up to here with him sometimes.

His parents told him to be patient, Wakko was just three after all, but it was… a lot.

Speaking of his brother…

“Yakko! Which is cooler? Red or blue?” Wakko shoved his toy soldier’s into his brother’s face. Yakko rolled his eyes.

“Wakko, I don’t care,” He scoffed. Wakko frowned.

“But how will you play then?” Wakko asked.

“Wakko, I don’t want to play, I have my lesson with Grandma soon,” Yakko said, turning the page in his book.

“So we should play nowwww,” Wakko whined, placing the toys on his book.

“Wakko, go away, I’m studying” Yakko huffed in annoyance, pushing the toys off of the book. Wakko sighed, taking back his toys, but instead of going away, he pulled out a chair and sat next to his brother.

“Whatcha readin’?” He asked.

“A book on the history of agriculture in Warnerstock,” Yakko stated, fighting his annoyance.

“Is it good?” Wakko asked with a head tilt. Yakko paused to think.

“Ehhhhh…. it’s…. okay?” He shrugged, though he knew the answer was no. Still, required reading was required reading, so he did what he was told.

Yakko tried to go back to his reading, but Wakko being Wakko it didn’t take long before he started getting bored and so started to mess with Yakko, first flicking his shirt sleeve, then swinging his feet so it kicked his legs, then standing up on his chair and peering over Yakko’s shoulder to try and look at what he was reading, which was the final straw for Yakko.

“Oh, would you look at that! I have to go,” Yakko slammed the book shut and stood, almost knocking over Wakko in the process.

“Can I come?” Wakko asked with a big toothy smile. Yakko rubbed his forehead. No matter what he did he just couldn’t shake him.

“You know Grandma doesn’t like it when you sit in,” Yakko said, standing up and heading out of the study. Wakko followed anyway.

“I can be good this time! Promise!” He said. Yakko shook his head.

“Go to your room, Wak, I’m sure mom or dad would love to play with you instead,” Yakko waved him off.

“Pretty please? I swear I’ll be quiet,” Wakko pleaded. Yakko did his best to keep his eyes forward, but made the fatal flaw of making split-second eye contact with his younger brother, and saw the puppy dog eyes nobody with a soul could refuse, despite Yakko’s attempts to train himself otherwise.

“Fine,” Yakko sighed. “Just… sit in the corner and be sure to be extra, extra quiet,” He said. Wakko cheered and ran ahead of Yakko in his excitement to their grandmother’s private study. Yakko eventually made it, and knocked on the door.

“Yakko, you’re early today,” Angelina the First opened the door. Immediately her eyes went to Wakko.

“What is he doing here?” She asked. Wakko stepped behind his brother.

“He just wants to sit in the corner. He’s promised me he’ll be quiet,” Yakko said.

“Is this true?” The old queen looked at her youngest grandson. Wakko nodded. She rolled her eyes.

“If I ask you a question, you are to respond, understand?” She glared at him. Wakko gulped.

“Y-yes, grandmum,” He said. The queen rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting the brothers enter.

Yakko took his seat at the center table, and Wakko sat in the corner, next to a bunch of dusty books that most certainly wouldn’t pique his interest unless he liked centuries old almanacs. Yakko just hoped he could actually keep his promise.

“Now where were we… ah yes, etiquette,” Angelina the First found the book she was looking for and opened it.

“A good gentleman always holds the door open for a lady, why is this?” She asked Yakko.

“Because their dresses can be too big for them to get it themselves,” Yakko said. The queen nodded.

“That stupid, why don’t they just fix the dresses?” Wakko whispered to himself, tracing the books with his finger, giggling as the dust got on his hands.

“Excuse me?” Angelina glared at him. Wakko immediately realized his mistake.

“M’sorry,” He apologized and immediately looked at the floor in shame. Angelina huffed but decided to move on with the lesson anyway.

Angelina the First continued to quiz Yakko on his knowledge of etiquette, and of which he aced, and to Yakko’s surprise Wakko was actually behaving himself back there, seeming to have found an old atlas and enjoying looking at all the sea monsters. She then regaled tales of Warnerstocks history, most of it being boring but a few were… less boring here and there. Yakko did his best to pay attention anyway. History was probably the most interesting subject he was taught, he loved learning all the different countries' names and how they changed with time.

However, towards the end of the lesson, Angelina started talking about foolishness again, and once more used the comparison of his mother versus his father, which Yakko was used to but not entirely fond of.

Who was not used to this was Wakko, who gasped.

“That’s mean! Daddoo is nice and kind! He’s not dirty!” Wakko protested, causing Angelina’s eyes to shoot at him.

“Excuse me, young man, you have no right to talk to me like that,” Angelina set down the chalk loudly.

“Grandma, he doesn’t know–he’s just three-”

“No! I do! That’s mean!” Wakko stood on his chair. “Daddoo and Mummy are good! You’re the meany-head!”

“Wakkorotti Alan Warner, know your place,” She warned, slipping her gloves off already.

“Grandma he doesn’t mean– he doesn’t know–” Yakko tried to plead.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Wakkorotti. Take back what you said, or else,” She glared, now standing in front of the toddler.

Wakko thought about it, his tail tucked between his legs. However, Wakko still held onto his stupid, stupid pride and said, “No! You’re a dumb meanie head!”

Before Yakko could try to do more damage control, Angelina struck him across the face with the back of her hand with such force that he went flying into the shelf, causing it to rock a dangerous amount.

“Wakko!” Yakko jumped out of his seat and ran to his little brother, but Angelina I held out her arm.

“Leave him there, he needs to learn,” She spat, but Yakko felt much, much too angry to be smart and so just as fast as she had struck his brother, he bit her arm, and hard.

“Ow! You horrible, horrible child!” Angelina jumped back. Yakko didn’t care, immediately running to Wakko.

“Wakko? Are you okay?” He asked, panicking because Wakko was barely conscious.

“M’head hurts,” he mumbled, sitting up. That was kinda good at least…

“You’ll be punished for this you insolent brat,” Angelina grabbed Yakko’s shoulder and Yakko gnashed his teeth again. The queen wisely stepped back.

“C’mon Wak, let’s get you fixed up,” Yakko said, helping him up.

“Rabid sons of a bastard,” The old queen muttered as they walked by, rubbing the bite marks that were on the verge of bleeding. It was far less than she deserved, so Yakko glared at her once more before leaving.

The brothers walked in silence as they headed off to the kitchen for ice, not knowing what to say about what had happened. Eventually, though, Wakko gave it a shot.

“I’m sorry I ruined your lesson, Yakko,” He apologized.

“It’s not your fault Wakko, she never should’ve hit you.”

“Grandma is a meanie,” He sniffled, rubbing his fresh bruise.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Yakko said and meant it.

In truth, as they were walking Yakko noticed how much of a jerk he was before. He brushed him off and for what? Stuffy lessons with a snappy old lady? Now he knew why his parents always contradicted her. They were probably trying to prevent something like this from ever happening, and he just…

Ignored it. Let her insult them for years– believed those insults for years.

Oh man… he had some serious apologizing to do…

“I’m sorry too, Wak,” He said. “I’ve been a meanie to you too.”

“S’okay. I forgive you,” Wakko smiled at Yakko, and Yakko cringed at the sight of his bruise, which was only increasing in size. Thankfully, they were almost at the kitchen by now.

After a short moment of silence, they eventually reached it and Yakko slowly opened the door before peering inside, and upon finding it empty, he opened the door all the way and him and Wakko got in and went towards the back where the icebox was.

“Yakko? Wakko? What are you two doing here?” Yakko froze when he heard his mother’s voice. He internally facepalmed, realizing he forgot the spice racks blocked the view of the other half of the kitchen from the door.

“Mummy!” Wakko ran to her and she and William gasped.

“Wakko, honey, what happened to your face?” She asked as he hugged her leg.

“Grandmummy got mad and-”

“Your grandmother did this to you?!” Lena asked, a mix of concern and rage in her voice.

“Lena…” William warned, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. Lena huffed and crossed her arms.

“What happened?” William asked Yakko.

“Well Wakko wanted to sit in during my lesson with her, and when she started kind of… insulting you, he got really mad and insulted her and so…” Yakko kicked the ground.

“Oh, I’ll kill her,” Angelina growled, looking at the door.

“Lena, deep breaths,” William reminded, though he looked angry too. Their mother obeyed, though still obviously very upset.

“I’m so sorry Wakko, baby. Here- let’s get some ice on that bruise,” She said, with a soft smile, taking Wakko’s hand and taking him to the icebox.

“Is that the full story?” William asked. Yakko nodded.

“She kept comparing how she’s all powerful and contained and orderly whereas you were poor and a nobody and are messy and weak and stuff like that… she’s done that for awhile, actually,” Yakko looked at the ground.

“I see,” William sighed.

“I-it’s not true though, I-i know that! You’re the best dad in the world,” Yakko assured his father, who laughed a little.

“Thank you, Yakko, I appreciate it,” he gave his son a hug, who was very glad to return it.

He was such an idiot.

“Oh– there is, um… one more thing,” Yakko admitted, breaking the hug.

“Oh? And what’s that?” William asked.

“…I bit her,” he whispered. William blinked.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” His father asked, not quite sure if he heard it right.

“I bit her, after she hit Wakko and he fell, I bit her, right in the arm,” Yakko confessed. “It might’ve made her bleed if I’m honest.

William thought about that for a moment.

“Everything alright?” Lena asked, reentering with Wakko, who now had a bag of ice in his hand.

“Yakko bit your mother,” William explained and Lena gasped.

“Are you alright?” She asked him, examining him up and down with fear. Yakko nodded.

“After she hit Wakko I wanted to check on him but she wouldn’t let me so I bit her,” He explained. Lena sighed a breath of relief.

“That’s good dear… just… don't do that again or else you’ll get seriously hurt too. We don’t want to make this a pattern, now do we?” She asked. The boys both shook their heads.

“Smart boys,” she bent down and gave both of them a tight hug. “Now go play. Your father and I will have to have a long discussion with your grandmother later,” She said, looking back at William.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Wakko pulled on his brother’s arm, dragging him out of the kitchen.

As the door was closing though, he heard his mother laugh and say, “Why didn’t I ever think of biting her?” before it closed and they were officially out of earshot.

Eventually, they made it back to the playroom, and Wakko immediately grabbed his toys and began playing with them, while Yakko bit his lip, unsure of what to do. It felt like forever since he played with dolls and toy soldiers, did he even know how to? Did Wakko even want him to play anymore?

Wakko seemed hesitant too, as when he noticed his brother’s awkward standing, he stopped and looked at him.

“Do you… wanna play with me?” He asked. Yakko nodded.

“I do,” he said. Wakko smiled and handed him a prince doll.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, the two brothers played game after game, weaving intricate stories all of their own with brave princes, dragons, daring fights, and evil queens they slew together, always having each other’s back no matter what.

And it was true, from that moment on, Yakko swore to always have his brother’s back, and more importantly, to never become what his grandmother wanted of him. She could rot for all he cared, he’d never let anyone hurt his little sib ever again,

That, he promised.

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