Thanks, That Was Fun:
Vakko and the Warners stood at the water tower's door, watching the police attach a hook to the cage so they could lower it by crane to the waiting paddy wagon at the bottom.
"You know," said Yakko. "It'd be faster if you would just drop it off the side."
Xakko gave him the evil eye because of this comment, which continued until the cage went out of view as it was lowered.
"So, by the way, thanks for tying up that baddie for us!" Dot said to Vakko.
"No problem," replied Vakko. "Thank you for coming up with that idea back in the ring. And thank you, Wakko, for sticking up for all of us."
"And what about me?" Yakko asked.
"I guess the author –"
(((A/N: I do have a name you know.)))
"I guess Ryan decided that in turn for you talking a lot, you didn't do as much as usual."
"But you can thank me for talking a lot."
Vakko sighed. "Thank you, Yakko."
Yakko beamed with pride.
"Well," Vakko said, looking out the door. "I see the sun is about to come up. I should get back home and get ready for work."
"Will you come back and visit us?" asked Wakko. "You're Faboo!"
"Of course!" said Vakko. "Just call my cell phone near the end of the work day, any day, if you aren't doing anything and want me to come over. Here's the number."
Wakko accepted the card Vakko gave him. "Ooh, nice card!"
"Well, I am official staff there now."
"Vakko?" asked Dot.
"Yes, Dot?"
"Will you stay to tuck us into bed? I'm still scared." Dot wasn't really that scared, but she wanted Vakko to know that he was appreciated, and besides, she had not yet found the chance to jump into his arms like she did with most of the men she adored, and maybe she would find a reason to if he stayed.
"Sure, Dot, but I'm sure that we'll all be fine. This is probably the last we will hear of Xakko." Vakko looked inquisitively at the audience. "Right?"
(((A/N: Well, the next story has actually already been submitted. I'm just resubmitting this one to fix some problems with it.)))
All four of our main characters spoke at the same time. "Aww, dammit!"