She was born on a Wednesday. A windy Wednesday in April, in the city of Burbank, California.

In an old apartment complex near downtown Burbank, was the bedroom of a high school sophmore named Cindy Blakeman. The fourteen year old sat on her bed, her back leaning against the wall, drawing on a piece of scratchpaper. She narrowed her eyes, deep in concentration, as she began to put the finishing touches on her sketch.

She had drawn an animated white rabbit, who's eyes were an earthy shade of green. She wore a cute little red skirt and a red bow that tied her ears together. She stood there, her arms crossed with a rather unamused look on her face. She was cute, but looked rather unapproachable.

Cindy smiled a little to herself as she finished the drawing, pinning it to a board next to her window, along with what looked like concept art of the same character. This new picture was obviously the finished product.

As she sat there, she shivered a tad. The wind from the open window sent a rather uncomfortable chill down her spine, but the AC in her family's apartment had stopped working last month, and if she wanted to keep her room from becoming a desert in the Southern California sun, she would just have to deal with it.

Her parents said that they didn't have the money to get the AC fixed, but Cindy knew a lie when she heard one. Truthfully, it wasn't a matter of having the money, more so how willing her father was to spend it on anything but his all night escapades. She had made a comment much like that in front of her mother, earning her the chewing out of a lifetime.

"I don't know who you think you are with that smart mouth of yours, but you better fix your attitude. Your father makes the money. He decides what we can afford. He'll get it fixed when he can. Until then be grateful for a roof over your head."

Cindy rolled her eyes at the memory. The last time she had seen denial like that she was looking through a National Geographic on Egypt...

She heard snoring come from the living room. Her father must have gotten home recently and promptly fell asleep on the couch. Cindy shook her head in amazement. Home by 7am? A new personal best...

As Cindy complained to herself, she heard the familiar sound of the school bus pulling up outside the apartment building. 7am...she was late!

Cindy rushed around her bedroom, gathering her papers and shoving them in her backpack haphazardly. In her fumbling around, the teenager accidentally knocked into the board, knocking out some of the pins. As papers started to fall to the floor, a couple of them were caught on the breeze and flown out the window. One of them being the drawing of the rabbit.

Cindy raced through the dirty living room, Cindy being the only one who tried keeping things tidy, where her father lay deeply asleep. Her mother sat at the table in the kitchen, flipping through a magazine and ignoring the mountain of dishes that filled the sink. Cindy rushed a goodbye to her, despite her mother being too absorbed in her reading to give more than a "Mhm" in response.

She managed to catch the bus right as the driver went to close the door. Cindy practically got herself caught in it in her haste, earning snickers from the other passengers. The bus driver gave Cindy an annoyed look as she climbed aboard, her face turning red. She slid into the nearest seat, looking out the window to avoid anyone's gaze. Taking her discman out, she slipped on her headphones to drown out the chatter.

She sighed to herself and settled into the seat, her forehead pressed against the window as she listened to her music.

The paper that the rabbit cartoon had been drawn on fluttered through the air on the morning breeze. It flew through the dirty streets of Burbank and weaved in and out of the passerby as they made their morning commute. At one point, it became stuck to the front bumber of a car, before being blown over a chain link fence, until finally it became stuck in the bars of a storm drain.

It was then, on the now dirty and crumpled paper, the little bunny's nose gave a twitch. Then blinked, before her face went from its frozen unamused look to one of suprise.

I can...move?

She gasped.

I can think!

The rabbits large green eyes widened with suprise as she realized her first view of the world was that of the smoggy sky.

Okay. Depressing. She thought to herself. But shouldn't my creator be there?

The Toon decided that the best way to get an answer to that question would be to take a peek. She pondered how to do that for a moment, before looking down at the rest of her and getting an idea. After a moment of concentration, the bunny was able to drum up some feeling in her hands, testing them out by wiggling her gloved fingers. After being satisfied, she pressed her hands flat against the paper, she pushed against it with all her might.

POP!

Her whole upper body became free of the paper. Looking proud of herself, the Toon did the same with her feet until she burst from the paper and was flung backwards onto the sidewalk. Picking herself up, she looked down at herself, now full sized and grimaced. She was all scuffed and dirty looking from where the paper had gotten messed up. She sighed in irritation.

"Great." She muttered. "First look anyone gets at me and I look like a regular ragamuffin..."

She looked around, expecting to see her creator looking at her, only to find that anyone around her was walking right by and not sparing her even a second glance. She suddenly felt unease rise up in the pit of her stomach as she looked down at the discarded paper and put two and two together.

Was I...thrown away?

The bunny instantly pushed that thought out of her head. No. It had to have been an accident. Maybe her paper had just blown off a stack at a coffee shop or something. There's no way someone would have worked so hard on a drawing, completed it, and then just tossed it.

The Toon curled her fists in determination. Time to go on a search mission. If her creator wasn't here, she would go seek them out.

With that thought dead set in her head, the bunny set off at a purposeful quick pace down the street, confident that there was nothing that could get in the way of her mission.

At the very same time- the trio destined to stand in the way of her mission had burst from their water tower to start their day.

"GOOOOOOOOD MORNING CALI-FOR-NI-AY!" Yakko yelled into a radio microphone he had gotten from his hammerspace. He was dressed as a TV weather man as he stood on the walkway of the tower. "It's a beeeUTIFUL day here in Burbank where everyone is just dying to get out into that fresh, polluted air!" He zips down to the ground, his sibs following close behind him. They came to an abrupt stop at the bottom as Yakko grinned.

"Wakko?"

The middle Warner sibling grinned his open mouthed grin as he pulled out his gag bag and rooted around inside. After a few seconds, he had pulled out a three seated go cart. The siblings jumped inside, Yakko at the wheel and his brother and sister beside him. The eldest sibling floored the gas, sending them zooming off way faster than a go cart should be able to go. They zipped right past Ralph, who had no time to react and fell over in surprise. After he got up, he glared at the siblings and grabbed his net, ready for another long day of hunting them down.

The lone rabbit Toon stood outside the coffee shop, her face pressed against the glass. No one seemed to recognize her in the slightest. The Toon frowned. This was the only place she could find people writing or working on projects that was a reasonable distance from where she had come to life. Surely if they were around they would be here. Unless they had left already?

The bunny turned away from the window, plopping down on the ground with a small huff and crossing her arms. She scowled at the cement. This was going to be harder than she thought.

"Hey! You there!" A loud voice called from the doorway. The rabbit Toon, thinking maybe she was recognized, turned her head quickly with a hopeful look on her face. A cranky looking barista was glaring at her. "Yes?"

"Didn't you see the sign?" He snapped, pointing to the "No Loitering" sign on the window. The rabbit Toon looked up at it, then back to the barista. Not liking his tone very much, she crossed her arms. "Cool it, buster brown, I'm waiting for someone." She snapped back.

"Oh, you wanna be that way, huh?"

"Maybe I d-HEY!"

The rabbit Toon was grabbed by her ears and raised up so that she could be face to face with the barista.

"Put me down, jerk!" She yelled angrily, struggling in midair. The barista just laughed. "Not too tough now, are you little bunny?" He sneered. The Toon was starting to get mad, her fists clenched. "Little bunny, huh?"

The Toon reared one of her feet back and socked the barista right in the face.

"OW!" The barista dropped the Toon and gingerly touched his nose. He glared down at the Toon, furiously. "Why you little..."

He advanced on the bunny, who backed away nervously before taking off at a run. The angry barista took off after her. She kept a good distance at first, but realized he was starting to close in on her after the first block. She looked back at him over her shoulders and gulped. This wasn't good.

Wait! Duh! I can lose him with Toonspeed!

The rabbit closed her eyes and went to rev up, only to realize nothing was happening. She opened her eyes and gasped in shock and confusion.

"What the heck?!" She said aloud. "Why can't I speed up?!"

She looked back again and saw she was moments away from being caught. Her eyes went wide. This wasn't good...

She turned forward again to see that she had turned into a dead end. Running into the wall, she fell onto her back. From where she lay, she saw the upside form of the barista slowly closing in on her with a victorious grin.

"Gotcha now, you little-"

But what he was about to call her, she didn't get to hear. For right at that moment, a go cart came crashing through a wall and not only landed right on top of him, but scattered debris all over the place.

The rabbit Toon stared with wide eyed shock and confusion at the Warner siblings as they sat inside their go cart, looking at a map like they were trying to figure out were they were. Not paying any mind to the rabbit Toon or the man seeing stars underneath them.

"Hmmm...this isn't right." Yakko mused, looking at the map. "We are most definitely lost."

Dot sat with her arms crossed and giving her eldest brother a hard look. "I told you to ask someone for directions."

Yakko rolled his eyes at his nagging younger sister, before leaning down and holding the map out to the barista they had knocked silly.

"Exqueez me, but, can you tell us how to get to Wacky Willie's Wig and Malt Shop Emporium?" He asked.

Wakko, who had been sitting there idly, was the first to notice the bunny as she stood there looking completely shell shocked.

"Hey!" He said pointing at her. "Who is that?"

Yakko's attention was pulled away from the barista, who's face he and Dot were drawing, on over to the bunny. He blinked, before grinning his trademark grin.

"Ahhhhh, it looks like the plot!"