He had extended a hand, but she pushed it away. Now she was alone without a friend.

The morning sun rose over the rooftops of the buildings as they towered over the city. People walked up and down the streets as they went about their morning routines. Though the day had only just begun, a cacophony of horns blared as people braved the Burbank traffic on their way to work.

In the shadows of a nearby ally, Ambrosia lay, still fast asleep, curled up under a discarded newspaper. It had been a long night for the poor toon. She hadn't been able to find any dinner; having no money on her. What's more...the people on the street didn't seem too keen to help out a cartoon. She got a few pitying stares from people, but for the most part Ambrosia had been overlooked completely. It was as if people regarded her as out of place.

With an empty stomach and feeling as down as anyone could probably get, Ambrosia had no choice to accept the obvious.

There was nobody out looking for her.

It was a horrible feeling to want so desperately to go home but have no home to go to. Ambrosia had been forced to find the driest allyway and curl up under the warmest bit of newspaper she could find. The rest of the night had consisted of the lost little toon struggling to sleep with the sound of the nightlife. She couldn't understand how, even in the dead of night when everything is closed, that there would still be the never ending sound of cars honking.

Having been kept up over half the night, Ambrosia snoozed on; desperately trying to get just a little more sleep before it was time to figure out her next move. However, she was about to be interrupted by a pair of toons that had also taken refuge in the ally.

From the dumpster popped out Rita and Runt. The cat and dog duo yawned and stretched out their arms as both of their stomachs gave equally loud rumbles.

"Boy," Rita remarked. "Been a bit since our last meal, huh?"

"Duhh, definitely. Yeah, definitely a bit, Rita."

"What do you say we go find some poor sap to butter up and get some scrapes out of?"

Runt nodded his head vigorously and Rita prepared to pounce to the ground. Right before takeoff, the cat noticed Ambrosia circled up not too far away. "Hey, Runt! Look! She wasn't there when we got here last night..."

Runt tilted his head to one side as he too caught sight of the rabbit.

"She looks lost. Definitely. Definitely lost."

Rita nodded along in agreement. "She's preaching to the choir. C'mon, Runt."

Rita hopped down and padded over to where Ambrosia lay in her fitful sleep. Runt followed close behind. The rabbit toon tossed and turned for a moment as their shadows fell over her. Her eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by Rita and Runt peering down at her; Rita eyeing her inquisitivly while Runt panted happily.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Ambrosia yelled and scrambled up and away as Rita and Runt, startled by Ambrosia's reaction to them, jumped back in alarm. "Woah woah woah, girl, calm down." Rita exclaimed.

Ambrosia, who had backed all the way up to the wall, took a few deep breaths. "Who are you guys?" She demanded, eyeing them suspiciously. The last toons she met in an ally turned out to feature the most aggravating being she had ever met.

"The names Rita."

"And I'm Runt!" The dog toon said, standing tall with pride. "We're just a couple of good dogs. Yep. Definitely good dogs."

Ambrosia blinked. She opened her mouth to tell Runt that his companion wasn't a dog, but decided she really didn't want to deal with more insanity so early in the morning. "That's nice." Ambrosia said in a clipped tone. "Well. It was nice meeting you."

The rabbit went to stride away, but the two homeless toons side stepped in front of her.

"Hold up, there!" Rita said. "Whatcha doing out in the city all alone?"

Ambrosia crossed her arms. "Nothing that I don't have under control. Though, I could ask you both the same thing."

"Oh, we travel around as we please." Rita said dismissively. "We don't have a home." Runt whimpered a little, placing his head on his paws. Ambrosia, against her better judgment, felt sympathy tug at her heartstrings. She could relate. "...Me either." She admitted with a sigh.

"Aww..." Rita tilted her head, looking at Ambrosia sympathetically. "You were drawn homeless too?" She tutted. "What is it with animators and their obsession with sad backstories?"

Ambrosia twisted the hem of her skit nervously. "Actually. I'm not exactly sure I have a backstory."

Noticing Rita and Runt's confused looks, the rabbit sighed and started to explain. Rita and Runt were good listeners, and kept quiet until Ambrosia had caught them up to speed. Rita put a paw to her mouth thoughtfully and Runt looked dazed and confused.

"Hmm. So you're saying you haven't even seen your creator?" Rita pondered. "Wow...they could be literally anyone...could they?"

Ambrosia nodded glumly. "Yeah. Thanks for the reminder."

The cat and dog were quiet for a moment, and then shared a look of agreement. "Well. We were going to dig through the trash cans over at Warner if you wanted to tag along? They have an big animation studio. Even if it's a dead end, it's worth looking into."

Ambrosia stiffened. That was the studio Yakko had mentioned the night before; and she really didn't want to see his smug look if he saw her taking his advice after all.

Still...Rita had a point.

Ambrosia was silent for another moment, before nodding. "Sounds like a good plan."

At that same time over at the lot, Yakko was finishing up a masterpiece of a breakfast. A giant plate of scrambled eggs, a barrel's worth of a bacon and the pièce de résistance: a tower of waffles. One would think this would qualify as going overboard for just three kids. However, anyone that would say that didn't know Wakko.

Toons didn't need food to survive. Not being particularly "alive" in a spiritual sense, they could get along just fine without needing to eat. Still, it was fun. They could still taste things and become hungry. As funny the irony of it was, no one thought too much into it.

Yakko strolled through the water tower and over to the bunk beds where Wakko and Dot lay, still asleep. The eldest took a moment to smile lovingly down at his beloved sibs' sleeping forms, thinking to himself how precious they looked asleep, before (and all the while not breaking his soft expression) pulling an air-horn from his hammer-space and squeezing it. Wakko and Dot woke screaming in shock, before glaring at their older brother; who merely shrugged with a cheeky smirk.

"Breakfast, anyone?"

The younger two perked up, Wakko revving up like a race-car and racing away towards the aroma of food. Dot glared after him.

"Wakko don't you dare!" The youngest sibling yelled, running after him.

Yakko stood there watching, watching her go with his arms crossed and wearing an amused expression. Chuckling to himself, he made his way towards the breakfast table where Wakko was inhaling waffles like a vacuum-literally.

"So, sibs, what do you wanna do today?" The eldest asked, eyes brimming with mischief.

Wakko and Dot pondered for a moment, before they each snapped their fingers.

"Visit Mr. Plotz!"

"Eat cheesecake!"

"Go see Scratchy!"

"Go to a hot dog stand!"

"Find Mel Brooks' summer home!"

"VISIT A CANDY STORE!"

Yakko grinned, looking amused yet overwhelmed. He held up his hands in defeat. "Okay o-kay! We'll be able to squeeze in most of that." He raised his brows. "And maybe, while were in the neighborhood, see if we can find a one Michelle Pfeiffer..."

At the studio gates, Ralph sat eating a donut and yawning. As he tended to his monotonous duties, Ambrosia and her two new companions came creeping up, making sure to stay hidden from the security guard's view. The three wayward toons managed to dart right past the security guard as he was distracted by the arrival of the Hollywood elite.

Ambrosia, having never seen a studio in her short existence, stood in awe at the glitz and glamour. The stars making their way across the lot, the large sound stages, the gleaming water tower casting a shadow over the area. bearing the studios logo proudly. Ambrosia sniffed the air deeply as they passed by the studio cafeteria. Her stomach rumbled as she realized how hungry she was, but the rabbit shook it off. She would think about food later. There was a larger task at hand at the moment.

The three toons made their way across the lot, Rita leading the charge to the animation studio. The little rabbit toon couldn't help but feel starstruck, especially when they passed other toons. Though she had been alive a day and had never met any of them, her toon heart knew her predecessors instinctively. Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Babs and Buster Bunny, their presence sent a nervous tremor through her. As they reached the entrance, Ambrosia stopped dead in her tracks.

"Well. This is where we leave ya, kid." Rita stated. Ambrosia looked at the cat, anxiety welling up inside her. Rita caught the look and smiled reassuringly. "Aw, don't worry. We'll be seeing you around. This is your thing. Let us know if you find your answers in here."

Runt gave her a hearty lick goodbye and, with that, the two departed. Ambrosia waved at them halfheartedly before turning back to the scene before her. She was scared, to say the least. As much as she hoped her creator was in there, she had no idea what to say or do.

The rabbit took a deep breath and l, despite her fears, marched inside.

Sorry for the long hiatus! I've returned! Hopefully I can keep the writer's block at bay. No Cindy this chapter. Her storyline isn't as developed as I would like so she won't be present in every chapter.