A/N: Hello! So, for a couple of years, I fell out of this fandom. But now that I've made my return, I reminisced on my times as a fanfiction writer. I'm generally proud of my stories...except my rather average/"meh" first try. I wanted to do this idea justice, so I looked at where I went wrong and rewrote "The Silenced Warner". I hope you will enjoy this updated version of my story.

It was a beautiful night outside. The stars were shining, and a full moon glowed brightly on the Warner Bros. movie lot. A figure wearing a black cloak walked by the water tower, finding the atmosphere rather welcoming. They wandered around, sneaking through the shadows as if looking for something...or someone. They stopped in front of a large building, barely able to make out the grey structure. It was bland on the outside, but golden lights sparkling through the windows indicated that the inside was anything but. The figure looked at a sign placed in front of the glass doors.

Animaniacs: Live Performance

Plastered behind the title was a picture of the Warner siblings. For two weekends only, they performed some of their songs live for all their fans. Of course, knowing their spontaneous behavior, they insisted not to schedule which songs to perform but have the fans decide spur the moment. Looking at the date, the cloaked figure could tell it was their last performance. They snuck inside, barely able to become lost in a sea of faces immediately upon entering. As soon as the figure entered the concert room, they could hear the Warners' voices singing in unison.

But there is only one of you, that makes you special
Yes there is nothing else exactly like you are
As you're unique and you're terrific and you're kinda built specific 'cause there's no one else the same as the person you became

The cloaked figure resented that statement. They left the room, feeling bothered as the Warners finished their song. Meanwhile, the audience clapped and cheered as the toons took their bows. Although the figure left before the song ended, they could still hear the screaming, affectionate mess of voices the Warners called their audience. Judging by the intensity, that must have meant the concert was over. The Warners would return home soon, and the figure saw it as a good sign.

After meeting up with some adoring fans, taking pictures, and signing merchandise brought to them, the Warners skipped back to their tower.

"Man, what an audience!" said Yakko. "That must've been our best show yet!"

"Yeah!" said Dot. "I don't think we've had a crowd that big before..."

They climbed up the water tower, swinging from pipe to pipe. They eventually reached the top, Yakko opening the door for his siblings.

"Well, I dunno about you two, but I'm all pooped out."

"What?" said Wakko. "But I didn't see you use the potty yet!"

Yakko laughed while Dot rolled her eyes, clearly not a big fan of immature toilet humor. As soon as they entered their home, they got ready for bed. Yakko wore his purple onesie, Dot put on her pink nightgown and haircurlers for her ears, and Wakko wore his blue onesie. They entered the bedroom, getting in their bunk beds. Dot slept on the top, Wakko in the middle, and Yakko on the bottom.

"Looks like we're turning in," said Yakko.

"To what?" said Wakko.

"We'll find out tomorrow," said Dot. "Night, guys."

"Night, Dot."

They turned off the lights and fell asleep. As soon as they entered a deep enough sleep, the cloaked figure from earlier snuck into the tower. White gloves stuck out from the sleeves and carried a strange machine resembling a vacuum. The figure put the tube on Yakko's mouth and turned on the machine, which barely made any noise. With a few tugs, the tube rumbled and vibrated. The figure turned off the machine and looked inside to see what he fished out of the sleeping toon's body. They nodded contently, sinisterly smiling from under the cloak and fleeing into the night.