A/N: Hey everyone! Let's finish this.

Chapter: Epilogue

… Thanks, Diane I am standing behind the gates of Burbank Airport, where a crowd of fans awaits the return of the Warners…

… Plotz has commented that the Warners and Ralph, are still currently recovering from their injuries at Saint Joseph Medical Center…

… The Warners first major film in over a year is set to come out on July 20…

… mass protests have erupted all around the upper Los Angeles area. Many of the protesters are employees of Globwobber Studios.

… James Whitmore Globwobber and Daryl Corden are set to go on trial this upcoming month for the kidnapping of the Warners…

…Here with us tonight at ABC, are three brave toons who've braved through a strenuous ordeal. You may know these three from…

… Yakko, do you and your siblings have any regrets in relation to the chaotic production of your latest film? Uh….nope. Not at all. The film was absolutely, perfect"

XXXX

A few months later. September 26th 11:59 AM

"Yakko, please! Will you hurry up and show us? I need to get to work!" Nurse told Yakko for the tenth time. The eldest Warner refused to answer again, keeping her in the dark literally and figuratively. Then again, it could be worse. This wasn't the first time she'd been blindfolded and led by someone's hand.

She heard Yakko blow a kiss. "Goodnight Everybody!"

"What the?!"

"You really need to stop thinking out loud." Dot's voice answered.

"Vakko, remove this blindfold!" Scratchensnifff demanded. He was getting just as impatient as she was.

"Hold on! You'll see it soon enough!"

She and Scratchensniff were on their way to the hospital they' been working at for the past few months. It was just down the street from the studio. So, when the Warners called up and told that they had a surprise waiting for them, they assumed it would be a quick run. Neither of them hadn't expected them to take this long to get to the point.

"Okay! Now!" Wakko's voice answered. The blindfold came off.

Both Nurse and Scratchy gasped at what they saw. They were inside their old office, completely rebuilt and furnished. Even the furniture was already laid out and unpacked.

It took a moment for them to take in how different the room was now. The room wasn't that much different except for the fact that it seemed a lot more, open.

All the dark green walls from before had been repainted with a lighter tint. Sunlight poured in from a window that was two sizes larger than before. After walking in some more, they noticed the doorway to Scratchy's office was open. It too had a large window, giving a wider view of the movie lot.

"So, do you like it?" Wakko asked.

"We felt it needed that Warner touch." Dot snapped her fingers.

"No need to thank us," Yakko waived his hands before giving a sly grin. "But we don't mind if you do."

"This- this is fantastic!" Scratchensniff exclaimed.

"Pinky and the Brain helped out in getting this room finished on time," said Wakko.

"Where are those two anyway?" Nurse asked. She already heard that Pinky and Brain were cleared of the kidnapping accusations. However, now they had to answer for the secret lab compartment built under the ground floor. This was whole another issue they'd have to deal with in the near future. Despite this, they kept a low profile.

"Oh, they're staying at our place until ACME Labs is rebuilt," Yakko told them. He pointed at the water tower off in a distance.

"But it's all good, they stay out of the way…" Wakko added. Just as he said that a mini-explosion almost blew the lid off the water tower.

"Most of the time," Dot bristled her eyebrows.

"Come on. We should get back home before Brain's next experiment blows up the tower." Yakko said to his siblings. They began to leave when Scratchy stopped them.

"Vait!" The psychiatrist knelt and embraced the Warners them in a big hug. Nurse smiled when he did. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it, Scratchensniff" Yakko uttered just before he let go. The Warners immediately ran out the door.

The door shut behind them, leaving the two of them alone. Scratchensniff walked to the window and stared outside. Nurse joined him a second later. Outside, the shining water tower stood off in a distance, towering over the myriad of studio buildings halfway through reconstruction.

"These past few months have been insane," he spoke.

Insane is an understatement.

After the takedown in Salton, she naively thought that once they got home, everything would be just like it was before they left. She was not prepared for the swarms of paparazzi and reporters that would be waiting for them in Burbank. So many questions were being asked about what happened, and even more, answers were being demanded. The whole thing became a large media circus.

Thankfully the Warners were able to handle the frenzy while she and rest of the gang were able to recuperate. The chatter finally died when the next new sensation erupted just months later. The Warner's movie. "The Rescue of Warner Bros Studios: and the Gang of Four "

Nurse could recall the discomfort she experienced up to the premiere at Los Angeles Film Festival in July. She was far from a movie star and had no desire to be one. But yet everyone started crowding around her and friends as if they were big-time celebrities. This was the most attention they'd ever gotten since Animaniacs. But despite all this, she felt this celebrity worship seemed unwarranted. All she did was help her friends, not end world hunger.

"So, it's business as usual" Nurse shrugged. Both of them sat in silence for a few more seconds. The midday sun warming up their arms. "So how's Plotz? I heard you finally scheduled an appointment with him."

"Better," he simply replied. "He says he still has his issues though."

"What about the Warners? Come to think of it, today would time for their daily sessions."

"I figured I'd stop the sessions, I learned It's better to let them embrace their zaniness than try to suppress it."

She wasn't too surprised to hear that. There was no question at this point that no matter how hard he pushed the Warners to change, they would always push right back. It always seemed better to let them make the change for themselves.

"It's funny, I realized something on the day we brought them back,"

"What was it?"

"Do you remember zat day of the fire, all those weeks ago? You came into my office und you asked me something."

"I asked you to tell me about your problem. Why?"

Scratchensniff turned to face her. The tired gaze in his eyes shone through his now repaired glasses.

"Do you know, that in over 40 years I've worked here, no has ever asked me that?"

Now, this was something Nurse hadn't expected to hear. That couldn't have really been true. She knew Scratchy was always considered a high priority to everyone else on the studio.

All those people he helps on a daily basis. And the Warners…

"But what about the Warners?" she spoke to him. A tiny chuckle came from Scratchy.

"They never asked, for some reason zey always knew" He walked over to the couch where he would do his daily sessions. Right above it was a blown-up and a framed photo of him and Warners smiling on their trip to the Caribbean. It was the same small picture he'd carried around with him throughout most of the investigation. "I think they knew there was something I've been missing for a long time, long before I even met them. For years and years, I've done my job. I sat by und listened to all kinds of characters who vanted me to hear their feelings, be their guide, to listen to them. But I had no one to do the same for me. You start to feel a little lonely after awhile."

Hearing this come from Scratchensniff was a little unsettling to her. But in a way, she understood. In the past, Scratchy had once told her that there is always a barrier of distance expected to be kept between both the clients and the professional, whether it was nursing or psychiatry. The client only cares about receiving the service they need, and that's it. It was a hard simple fact of professional life. But Warners were different. They turned the tables on Scratchy by showing that they didn't need help, despite varying opinions from the studio. They tapped into a personal side of his life and became a part of it. They were his new family.

"I've always had to help solve everyone else's problems. But you helped solve mine. Thank you"

"Doctor, you know I would have helped you find the Warners, whether you asked or not. Ralph and Plotz too." Nurse replied. While she was touched, she didn't feel it was entirely necessary for him to tell her that. She already knew that he was grateful. A smile came across the psychiatrist's face.

"I know, but I'm not thanking you for that. I'm thanking you for showing me that no matter what happens in the future, I'll never have to worry about being alone again."

Nurse mouth gaped open to say something, but nothing came out. She had heard a lot of compliments in life from many strangers, boyfriends, and family members, but none of them had ever been as sweet as what he said. Everything he said came together. Not only had she helped save the Warners, she helped save him from himself.

She barely felt the tears coming from her eyes when she hugged him. Scratchensniff had been a lot of things in the 20 years Nurse knew him; psychiatrist, mentor, associate, a working partner, and for a long time, an acquaintance. But for the first time in her life, she could now know him as something else. Friend.

"Your Welcome, Otto."

XXXX

"So what do I do next?" Plotz asked his new secretary. The person in question hunched over him, staring down at the flat squared device in his hands. According to him, it was called a tablet.

"See that calendar thing?" Larry pointed to the icon on the top right of the tablet's screen. Plotz's shaky fingers hovered over the spot where it was. "Now just tap it, not too hard"

Plotz dutifully pressed on it, and all his scheduled appointments popped up on a list.

"Like that?"

"See you're getting now." Larry smiled.

"What? That's all I had to do?" Plotz recoiled in disbelief. It was insultingly crazy at how easy it was to operate this thing. He hadn't expected Larry to be such a huge help in figuring out how to work these new devices. Now he could say with confidence that finally, he learned how to do more than press a button on a telephone.

"Speaking of meetings; it looks like you have one right now."

The door opened. Lucky and Bonkers came through the doors. Larry nodded at them before he walked out of the room.

"Hiya, big guy!" Bonkers chirped. He hobbled over to the desk and vigorously shook his hand, jiggling Plotz's stubby body like jelly. Thankfully, Lucky pulled him away before Bonkers nearly ripped his arm off.

"You wanted to see us, sir?" Lucky asked.

"It's good to see you two again. How's the shoulder?" Plotz asked him. The fat cop was no longer in a sling. He rose his arm and flexed his bicep with a cocky grin.

"Better than ever"

"So, how are things up in LA?"

Lucky shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, same old, same old. Got a few cases coming in for us. Could be better, but for what it is. It's fine. I'm still adjusting to that fact Bonkers is apparently a 'writer' now"

He narrowed his eyes at Bonkers, uttering the word 'writer'. Plotz already knew what he was referring to. For some odd reason, Bonkers was credited under that title in the credits of the Warner's movie. Lucky was probably pissed since his major credit was "Michelle Phifer Stand-In"

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises!" Bonkers replied innocently.

"Unfortunately," Lucky rolled his eyes. He returned his gaze to Plotz. "But, we've been doing alright."

"Really? Because I think I know another position that might bring more traffic" Plotz handed them a flyer he'd been holding onto since last month. Both of the detective's eyes grew as they read it.

"A new toon division for the El Paso Police Department?!" Lucky stated. He could barely contain his excitement. The CEO shared his sentiment, it was a welcome change that he never thought would reach his hometown.

"Turns out they need a few senior members to get things started." Plotz smiled. "So, what do you think…?"

Plotz didn't get to finish his sentence when Bonkers embraced him in a tight hug. He kissed the top of his bald head, making him squirm.

"You're just the guy that keeps on giving!" Bonkers gushed dramatically. Behind him, Lucky cleared his throat.

"Bonkers…" Lucky warned. The bobcat gave him a sheepish grin before letting go. He then dutifully held out for Plotz to shake it.

"Thanks" The CEO was relieved when the bobcat gave a firm but gentle shake.

"No problem. You know, you're not so bad when your mouth isn't flapping 24/7" Plotz replied. Bonkers face beamed with delight. It was as if this were the first time anyone had ever complimented him like this. And considering his reputation, it probably was.

"Really?! Maybe, I could star in a few shorts…"

"Don't push your luck, Bonkers." Lucky muttered briefly. Plotz went stone-faced before he looked up at the two of them.

"You know, I never gave you two the treatment you deserved after pulling through for us," Plotz explained before he reached into his pocket. Both detectives gasped when they saw him pull out a check made out to them. "I wanted to show a little extra gratitude"

"Oh, Mr. Plotz you've already paid us! You don't have to that. We're just doing our jobs." Bonkers protested. He was cut off when Lucky placed a hand over his mouth.

"No, no. Come on, Bonkers. If he insists it's best to accept it." He told him. Plotz said nothing as he dutifully handed the check over to his hands. "Besides it's probably nothing too big, Gahhh…!"

Lucky's jaw hit the floor when saw the amount on the check. Bonkers eyes popped out of his head when he did likewise. Plotz nearly chuckled at their response. He hadn't expected see such a visually wild reaction from a couple of Disney toons.

"Whoa! I never saw that many zeros on my paycheck before! And Lucky, I never seen your mouth get that big!" the bobcat said. Lucky stood in place, babbling incoherently at their gift.

"That should cover your old police cruiser shouldn't?" Plotz asked them. Nothing but wheezes and cackles came out of Lucky's mouth. The delirious cop nearly stumbled backward before Bonkers caught him. He helped him out the door, coddling his hand underneath Lucky's dislocated jaw which was drooling onto his gloved hands.

"It does! See ya, Mr. Plotz!" Bonkers told him as he guided his delirious partner to the door.

"Goodbye!"

Plotz waved at them as the door slammed shut. A ticking clock broke the calming silence. It would be another three hours before he would interview a toon by the name of Herman the Cat. He didn't know if his guest's talents would be just as washed up as he expects him to be, or actually show some promise. All he knew was that he was better hands than with someone like Globwobber. This toon, just like Larry, was one of the many toons that quit Globwobblers Studios after his secret kidnapping plan went public.

A trial went into effect earlier in the past summer. While Globwobber had his arsenal of lawyers, Plotz had his own arsenal along with several testimonies, a copy of the original contract from Larry, and a mound of other evidence he and his entourage uncovered. And much to his surprise, even Slim and Notts came forward to testify.

Globwobber preached that because Muguu and his crew were considered the property of Globwobber studios, that anything that happened to them was legal. He even went as far as to say that Plotz and his crew should be charged for assault, insubordination, and slander. Corden, who was also on trial, parroted the same points in his defense. But when the film came out, all of that went down the drain. On top of being a movie, it was the Warner's biggest testimony. Plotz's head still rolled after finding the truth from the Warners themselves.

It turned out their project "Gang of Four" was actually a documentary. The initial idea centered around the Warner trio as they uncovered Globbowbber's secret project with the mice.

Even though their plan was secret, they wanted to capture most of what they could on film. Early on, when they agreed to help Brain, they suggested making several hidden cameras. Brain went all out without question. Some were tiny cameras under a hat, flies on the wall that you'd normally ignore, and even a few tiny dots stuck to people bodies.

As confident as the Warners were about this plan, they had a feeling something would go wrong. So to add an outside element to the group, they brought along Bonkers for assistance and distributing camera work just before their absence. Bonkers was actually in on the plan before Plotz hired him for the investigation. And this was something no one knew about, not even Lucky.

Of course, Plotz felt extremely violated by this. He and others were being watched and they didn't even know it? After finding out this detail, he spent days checking his belongings to ensure he wasn't bugged.

The movie's guerilla-style filming process managed to incriminate every single point Glowobbler tried to make. Not only was the trial hurting his reputation, but it had also affected him finically. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't go any further.

Finally, the verdict came. Globwobber was sentenced 15 to 20 years in prison for kidnapping, attempted manslaughter, and arson. Corden was sentenced to 10 years as an accomplice to the crimes. Plotz honestly thought the sentence was far too light for them. 100 would have been more fitting. But hey, he was a CEO, not a judge.

A brief thunk roused his attention. He slowly looked up from his desk to see three pairs of beady eyes staring at him.

"Hello" he greeted flatly.

"That's the first time we barged in unannounced and you didn't jump out of your suit," said Yakko, scratching his head in confusion.

"You three are getting predictable. It's hard to be surprised anymore."

"Have we really gotten that rusty?!" Dot asked her brothers. Wakko lifted up his arm and squirted an oil can underneath his armpit. He lowered his arm to let it dangle like a pendulum.

"I don't think so" he mused. Plotz rolled his eyes.

"What are you three even doing here?" he asked.

If I earned a dollar for every time I'd said that…

"Well, we want to say…" Yakko spoke calmly.

"Happy Birthday!" Wakko and Dot chirped in harmony.

"My birthday was six months ago!" Plotz spat irritably. He didn't care that they'd been in captivity for over a year. They knew better than that.

"So, better late than never," Yakko commented before he and Wakko lifted up a small gift box onto the desk. Plotz's entire body went stiff as lead when he saw the suspicious package presented to him. No way was he going to open it.

It's a bomb! Or Dot's secret pets! Or worse it's that clown we brought in one time!

"Well go on! Open it!" Wakko goaded him to get on with it. Plotz grudgingly agreed and did as told.

He scooted back in his seat. With one arm he reached out and gently pulled at the red stringy ribbon tied around the blue box. The ribbon fluttered to the ground. Clenching his eyes shut, he gripped the top of the lid and lifted it up. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see the present and himself were still intact. He pulled the box close to him. His confusion heightened when he finally saw what was inside.

Inside was a small group of photos. They were all high gloss on 5x8 cardstock. Plotz took them out, his finger pursed on the first. A grizzled red-haired man held up his serial number in front of a white wall. It was a mugshot of Alameda Slim., but something was seriously off.

"Wait, when did this happen?!" Plotz asked. As elated as he was to see this scoundrel behind bars, it didn't make sense. Slim nor Knotts were convicted in the trial, much to his disappointment.

"Just last week; apparently Slim Goodbody and his posse here forgot that you still need to pay property taxes when you're crossing the state border…" Yakko explained. "So, we decided to pay them a visit"

It was here Plotz finally realized the odd thing that was throwing him off. The cowboy's signature mustache was missing. Then he took another look at the red ribbon on the desk, which was now bent in a familiar handlebar shape.

"You didn't…!" Plotz said, looking up with astonishment. Wakko beamed a toothy smile while holding a pair of hair clippers.

"Aw, he's fine. By the time he's out of jail, his mustache will be halfway back" the middle sibling reassured him. Plotz gingerly placed the red hair on top of his bald head. As he did, Dot brought out a mirror for him to see himself. It lay on top of him like a red pair of steer horns.

Plotz nodded in agreement."Hmm... not bad."

He was kidding when he said that Slim's mustache it would have made a nice toupee. Turned out he wasn't far from the truth. Plotz proceeded to go through the rest of the photos.

"What do you think? We took them ourselves" Dot asked.

"There…okay, Decent."

He did his best not let on how fantastic these shots were. Each and every shot was well lit and composed as if they were done by professionals. A grin stretched further across his face as he flipped through each and every one, recapping various events that happened over the past few months.

One was of Ralph, standing next to his son decked in full graduating gear. Plotz donated a hefty sum in order to cover his son's tuition bills. He, along with Scratchensniff, Nurse, even Ralph's wife managed to make it out to graduation. He still wondered how Ralph's relationship was going at this point.

Next up was Scratchy, Nurse and the Warners standing in front of a castle at Disneyland. It was the first time Warners set foot inside ever since they were banned for accidentally blowing up Mickey's house in 1995.

Another was of him and Ralph at Comic-Con posing with their favorite actor Frank Welker. Something he would have never done by himself, had he not been persuaded by Ralph.

After that were a few screenshots from different 'scenes' of the movie. One was a dramatic shot of Ralph when he first met Mr. Muguu and his gang, another was a shot him and Slappy sitting on the bench in Esther Way. Then there was one action shot of Scratchensniff when he socked Slim in the face, this was actually Plotz's favorite scene in the entire movie.

The next few were various red-carpet shots of the gang taken at the premiere of the Warners movie in Los Angeles.

The movie did very well, especially since it had little to no financed marketing. Over 4 million dollars was raked in just within the first weekend. It was enough to avoid plunging the studio into bankruptcy. Some critics pointed out that while the performances were good, even though there were no real 'performances' in the movie, the whole thing was just a hacked up project in which the Warners took a backseat to their main cast. Which was true.

According to the Warners, they were in fact, making up the movie as they went along. The entire production basically hindered on chance, coincidence, and other things out of their control. The Warners had to edit down hours and hours of footage to not only to condense for time, but also to shift the focus away from them to the rest of the gang. Under normal circumstances, this is a classic recipe for disaster for any major film. But he knows the Warners are far from normal. And somehow, they managed to make it all work.

Never in million years would Mr. Plotz ever think he'd be the star of a movie. Plotz sure didn't feel like one though. He was a CEO, not an actor, his place didn't belong on the screen. No one wants to watch a short angry man yell at everyone all the time, it was part of the reason he only starred in less than half of the episodes of Animaniacs. So it was a huge surprise when he found himself not cringing as much as he thought he would when he saw the final cut of the movie. Not only did they show more of his vulnerable moments, they made look somewhat heroic. The Warners intentionally, made him look good for once.

The last photo made him stop smiling. It was an older picture of him, miserably frowning at his desk while the youthful Warners crowded around him. He recognized it as a screenshot from one of the last episodes of Animaniacs; 'Hooray for North Hollywood', the episode that jump-started their venture in movie making. Plotz looked up. In front of him, the Warners leaned on his desk, their sly and devious eyes staring right at him. He did not like where this was going.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Back in Salton, when you were talking to Globwobbler. There was something very peculiar you said about us." Yakko said coolly. He tapped his fingers on the desk. "I think you know it."

Damn.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Plotz waved him off. Yakko chuckled.

"Oh, I think you do. You said you don't hate us"

"Ah, don't make a big deal out of it. Don't think just because I don't hate you, I wouldn't have sold you out if I had the chance!"

"Suuuuure you would have!" the trio droned at him, their voices coated with sarcasm.

"So, if you don't hate us, does that mean you missed us?!" said Dot.

"Wait a minute I never said that!" Plotz spat back. Now they were trying to put words in his mouth.

"Come on! If you missed us, you love us!" Wakko said before nudginh the side of his cheeks. He then wriggled himself inside the back of Plotz's shirt collar. Plotz dug his fingers in to pull him out, but Wakko was already in too deep. He felt the Warner's fingers tickling his ribs.

He lurched forward, desperately trying to shake him out. "No! Get out of there!"

"Your mouth says no, but your eyes say…" Dot said, raising her eyebrows.

"Shut up!" The tickling got worse. Now Plotz could feel Wakko underneath his armpits. The corners of his mouth creaked upward, and his cheeks went red.

"You're in denial, T.P," said Yakko.

"I'm not! Stop it!" Plotz could barely talk over his own giggling. He was unable to fight what felt like a million ants crawling all over his body. Tears were coming from his eyes when Wakko continued his ticklish assault. "He's getting in my underwear! Make him stop!"

"Three words are all we're looking for Plotz. 'I missed you.'" was Yakko's simple reply.

"No!" Plotz flailed helplessly across his desk, howling and cackling with laughter. He pounded into the wooden surface as he begged for them to stop this unusual torture method. "Alright fine! I missed you! I missed you! Now stop!"

Plotz froze when he heard a click go off. The tickling stopped. A sensation of relief washed over him when Wakko finally slithered out his shirt cuff and appeared back at his brother's side. Slow heavy breaths came out of Plotz while his sore ribs were still tingling.

"That'll be perfect for our Instagram page." Dot gazed down at a smartphone. "And… send!"

She showed her brothers a moving image on the small device's screen. Plotz saw himself falling over, guffawing up a storm. They had gotten him on camera. Again. Plotz ground his fists into the edge of his desk, looking up at the Warners with a hard glare on his face.

"I hate you," he growled. The Warners smiled back.

"And we love you too," Dot said, right before she leaned in and kissed him on his nose. She twiddled on her toes and skipped out the room.

"See ya T.P!" Yakko added before he ran out.

"See you around, Grand dadooo!" Wakko waved at him before following them out the door. Plotz stood up on his desk, hearing that caught him off guard.

They never called me that before…

Plotz carefully leaped off the desk and into his office chair. The quiet ticking returned. His mind dwelled on Scratchensniff's appointment this past week. It was the first one he did in years ever since he had one dealing with his fear of clowns. He still shuddered whenever someone mentioned the name Pennywise…

But this one didn't go like he planned. It didn't make him feel better, but it didn't make feel worse either. He was surprised that Scratchy didn't pester him with a million questions like he normally did with his clients. But despite this, still he was plagued with a few questions of the whole ordeal with Globwobbler.

How did Esther come to grow such a connection with Globwobber? Why couldn't Esther admit to Plotz that he was a better recruiter than him?

Scratchensniff had proposed a number of possibilities; pride, stubbornness, or maybe shame. Whatever it was, it was too late to do anything now. Esther was still dead and gone. And Plotz highly doubted that he'd get a definite answer anytime soon. Scratchensniff stated the only thing he could really do learn from it and move on. When the session ended, Scratchy suggested that they should try again another time. And this time around, Plotz thought that was a good idea.

For Plotz, this was something he could deal with. He learned early on not to measure success based on someone else's expectations, even if those came from someone he once looked up too. Esther, whether he liked him or not, played a big part in making him the toon he was today. And any father that managed to do that, must have been worth something.

He hated to admit it, but Globwobber was partially right about one thing. Both of them were alike; driven, short-tempered, and big visionaries. The only difference was Globwobbler tried to find his own way to run a thriving studio. And in doing so he nearly destroyed the lives of several toons in the process. The only casualties were the ones he promised a reward and his own career.

Plotz, on the other hand, had a lot of people to make up for what a crummy person he really was. There was a time when he thought Corden was the only person in his life who was really looking out for him, but he realized he had that person all along. In fact, he had a couple; Scratchsnifff, Nurse, Ralph, and a few others he probably hadn't taken time to notice. This whole experience brought the gang closer than ever before. And he would always cherish that. The following thought almost made him throw up.

Now I'm starting to sound like a damn Lifetime movie!

He took another look at the final picture in the stack. To think it all of this started from a project created by three kids that didn't want to stay locked up in a water tower. The Warners who he thought at one point ruined the studio, helped save it. If he was able to bond with his friends, maybe he could do the same for the Warners.

"Someday…"

He opened up a drawer in the side of the desk to put the pictures inside.

Splat!

A wallop of cream and Custard splattered onto his face. He fell out of his chair and onto the floor.

"What the heck?!" Plotz sputtered, whipped cream coming from his mouth.

When he looked up, a loaded pie pan sprang out of the open drawer, a first in this new location. A gooey note fell from the pan. He grabbed it. When he wiped it off, he saw the note on the pie pan:

How's that for predictable? - Love Yakko

Plotz sat in his seat, his entire body burning bright red.

I did say Someday, but not today!

"Warners!"

XXXX

Ralph sauntered back to his booth when his break had ended. He huffed a bit as he wiped beads of sweat from his head, the hot sun burning down upon it. While it was time for fall, it still seemed that Burbank's heatwave would last into the end of this season.

"Morning, Ralph!" Larry greeted from afar.

"Hi!" Ralph said back.

"Hello there, Ralph!" A European voice called out to him. Ralph turned around to see the hippos, Flavio and Maria jogging past him.

"Care to join us for our daily morning jog?" Maria asked him. This was the nicest they'd ever spoken to him for a while.

"Duh, no thanks" Ralph waved at them. The two hippos nodded and went about their business.

"Hey! How's it going, big guy?" Slappy yelled. She waved at him from a distance, wheeling around a wagon full of TNT.

Ralph waived back. "Good"

This was happening more and more frequently ever since he returned to Burbank. Going from being ignored to nearly being the talk of the studio was something he'd have to learn to get used to. Finally, he reached the booth at the front gate. The other guard that was filling in for him was coming out of the booth. It was his first day on the job.

"Dah, How'd you like your first shift?" Ralph asked him. The other guard tugged at the shirt tails of his tight-fitting blue uniform.

"Not bad, I don't know about your friends though," Paul said to him. A tiny grimace undercut his cool demeanor. Ralph didn't have to ask to know who he talking about.

"Ah, theys will warm up to you" Ralph brushed it off. Paul scoffed.

"We'll see…"

Ralph looked down at his own left arm and frowned when he saw his hand. It was still washed out to a light gray. While he'd made a full recovery after the takedown in Salton, the thinner had left a permeant scar on his hand. He was told it would never return to its original color.

Plus, it was a grim reminder of what he did to Muguu and his friends. As much as he disliked those three, he wasn't a killer. No toon deserved that. He'd overheard that in the meantime, the gooey remains of Muguu, Lionel, and Siba were being kept at various labs for further experimentation and research. Rumors were going around that they could be reanimated and maybe rehabilitated. A small part of him hoped that was true.

"I wonder if there is anything to cover this up," said Ralph. Paul stared at the scar and shook his head.

"Nah, I wouldn't do anything to it. I'd say it gives you character."

"Ya think so?"

"Yeah, I do. Whoa!" Paul's eyes squinted from a brief glare in his eyes. It came from the shiny silver badge on Ralph's chest. "When did you get that?!"

"Just last week. I is a senior guard's now." Ralph beamed proudly. He received the badge from Plotz after being promoted just a few weeks ago. On top of being a security guard, he was a trainer now, complete with a raise as well.

"Your boss couldn't have picked a better person for the job"

Ralph pounded a fist into his arm "Aww, you're just saying that because you's my brother"

Paul slapped him on the shoulder."Yeah, and? It's still true. And dad would have thought so too."

"Yeah, he would have…"

"See ya later, Ralph."

Paul waved him a quick goodbye. Ralph noticed on the back of his brother's head, someone had scribbled a game of tic tac toe in black marker. And when Ralph stepped inside the booth, he met the culprits responsible. They'd huddled around his portable TV that he never bothered to replace.

"Can you believe this chump still uses a tv with an antenna?" Yakko said as he pounded on the small device. Ralph's brow lowered as he cleared his throat. The Warner trio sat up at attention, nervous smiles plastered across their faces. "But then again, I hear it's all rage with hipsters nowadays!"

Ralph grabbed all three of them in his arms and plopped them onto the ground outside the booth. He opened his mouth to say something when Yakko held up his hand.

"Wait! Don't tell me!" he started. Yakko puffed out his gut and wagged his finger. "Duhh… that wasn't a nice thing you did to my brother" he drawled in an uncanny impression of him.

"I don't sound like that!" Ralph remarked, trying to ignore that he indeed predicted what he was going to say. "And it wasn't!"

"Come on, when you tell a Warner that Lebron could beat Curry in a pogo stick match, your pretty much asking for it."

Ralph shook his head. His brother had only been on the job for a day and they already made him another "special friend'. He could recall lasting just over his first week before the Warners granted that title to him.

"How're things going with you and the family?" Wakko asked him. Ralph blinked, trying to fully process what he just heard. Were the Warners concerned with his well-being for once?

"Fine, R.J.'s going to do work in bioengle... bipo... bioengineering." Ralph said, happy he finally pronounced that word right. He had no idea what bioengineering was, but he was still happy for his son all the same.

"What about the missus?" Yakko asked.

"We's still apart, but we're on speaking terms" was Ralph's reply. For now, Ralph was fine with that. While his wife was still critical about his job, she still respected his dedication to it. Besides, they had both been falling out of love for a while anyway. A little time off was probably the best choice. "Thanks, though"

"Hey, the single life is not so bad," Wakko spoke.

"You could be just like us. Lifelong Warner bachelors!" Yakko added. He and his brother burst into a fit of laughter.

"Boys…" Dot groaned. "It's sad a dope like you is more mature than them."

The laughter stopped when Yakko's eyes grew. The eldest Warner sibling noticed a framed picture stood up inside the booth. He snatched it up.

"Duh, hey be careful with that!" Ralph called out. Yakko's giddy smile lessened when he stared at it for a few seconds.

"Wow, hadn't thought about him in a moment." Yakko's voice softened. "Hey, sibs. Look who it is"

The other two siblings huddled around him to get a closer look at the small black and white picture of his dad. Nurse really was right, if he ever grew a goatee he'd look just like him. The Warners gently cradled the picture, gazing at it with great tenderness. Ralph came over and stood right above them.

He vividly remembered his dad telling all about the Warners back when he first started working at Warner Bros studios, how they were always trouble and will love to keep you busy. And busy they did. It amazed him sometimes. These chaotic kids who at first, didn't have a real family of their own, somehow manage to make themselves a part of his life and everyone else's lives around the studio. That was something he always loved about working here.

"We never could outrun him," Dot uttered.

"I don't think he ever had to worry about a dry streak like you did" Wakko commented. He looked up at Ralph to hand the picture back to him. Ralph then put it back in its original spot.

"Well, at least I gots rid of my dry streak," Ralph said, laying back in the seat of his booth. The Warners siblings looked at each other with coy smirks.

"Are you sure about that?" said Yakko. A sly grin on his face.

Ralph sat up in his seat. "Yeah! I caught you three!"

"Uhhh… no, you didn't"

The burly guard was no longer smiling."What?! Dah, what are talking about? Of course, I did!"

"Nu-uh!" Dot said while shaking her head.

Ralph snatched them up by their ears. "Yah huh!" The Warners continued to shake their heads.

"Nah, I think Scratchensniff did the majority that." Wakko played along. Glaring, the security guard got right into their faces.

"But I found where you was hiding, I even found one of the clues. I saved your lives!"

The eldest Warner held up his hands in defeat. "Okay! Okay, you win! So your dry streak is over. Well in that case…" Yakko pulled on a dangling rope he hadn't seen until now.

Sploosh!

Before Ralph could figure out where it came from, a freezing chill came over him as he was showered with gallons of seawater. Slimy seaweed and algae draped over his dripping uniform. He peeled a starfish from his face.

"…Let the wet streak begin!"

Yakko and his siblings slipped out of his grasp, zipping away from them at top speed. Behind them, Ralph was right on their tail, a playful grin on his face. The cool water actually felt refreshing. It finally felt like things were returning to normal on the Warner Brothers movie lot. Once again the Warners were on the loose, and it was up to Ralph to catch them. And he wouldn't have had it any other way.

END

Well, after almost three and a half years, I finally finished this story. All of you that continued to read this story and leave comments were sometimes the brightest parts of my day. Even though I write these fanfics for fun, I always intended for this story to be a chance to take my writing a bit more seriously. Especially since it often deals with issues I myself had to deal with over the years. I know that sounds silly since this is just a fanfiction, but its always been a cathartic personal project for me. And I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Only thing left to do now is iron out any leftover word flubs and get started on the next story. So feel free to review, and leave constructive criticism whenever you can. And if you like, check out other my stories; "Light's Warners, Cut!" and "Warner's Get the Boot" if you haven't already.

Also I own none of these characters except for Muguu, Siba, Lionel, Corden, and Paul. Globwobber and Larry are in fact real characters from the Tom and Jerry movie: Fast and Furryous.

Thank you all for your support. And as the Warners would say...

Goodnight Everybody!