Primary Disclaimer: I make no claim of any kind to this work of fiction. It was written by Troy Klinger, who also answered to the pen name Furry. I am merely posting it here because it's come to my attention that the website on which it was originally posted has ceased to exist. The author has, to the best of my recollection, previously expressed a willingness to have his story shared to other websites by readers. And naturally, he is to be fully credited in this situation. To insure that his status as author is made perfectly clear, it will be mentioned in a short note at the top of each chapter.

Secondary Disclaimer: Myself and the author make no claim to any official Warner Brothers characters contained within this story, or to Animaniacs as a whole. No profit is gained from the displaying of this work.

VILLAGE OF THE TOONED

or

THE BURBANK KOO-KOOS an Animaniacs Tale of Terror by "Furry"

Prologue

Slappy Squirrel was sitting in her favorite easy chair, sipping a cup of tea and browsing her Reader's Digest Condensed version of 'The Anarchist Cookbook', when her little nephew Skippy wandered into their treehouse.

"Hi Aunt Slappy!" he said cheerfully.

"How was school today, Skippy?" Slappy asked, not bothering to look up. "Learn anything useful?"

"You bet!" Skippy said, putting his bookbag down. "Today we learned where babies come from."

"PPFFFBBBTT!" "Hey, neat spit-take, Aunt Slappy! Can I try that?"

"No!" Slappy snapped. "Er, you was saying something about babies?"

"Yeah. Today the teacher told us all about the stork," Skippy said as he walked into the kitchen and started to raid the cookie jar. "You know, how he carries bundles with babies in them and leaves them on new mothers' doorsteps?"

"Oh, yeah," Slappy said. "Well, it could've been worse-you might have had Joycelin Elders for a substitute."

Skippy came back with several fistfuls of cookies and went over to the window. He set the cookies down on the sill and started staring out up at the sky.

"Trying to find that stork?" Slappy asked, smiling.

"Yeah, Aunt Slappy," Skippy said eagerly. "That'd be neat!"

"Well, I wouldn't spend too much time worrying about it," Slappy said. "He's about as tricky as old Saint Nick. Even I've never seen him."

Late that night, a winged figure flapped through the darkened skies over the Warner Brothers Studio. It went unnoticed except by a large chicken, whose bright, sharp eyes recognized it immediately. It was a stork, on its way to make a delivery. The chicken noticed that there was something different about this stork. Different, and wrong.

Maybe there was something...unwholesome...in the gleam of its eyes, or perhaps the way it flapped its wings seemed strange and unnatural. Whatever the reason, the apparition sent shivers up the chicken's spine.

"Buk-BuKAWW!" he shrieked, running around in fright.

It dashed here and there, trying to alert its neighbors to the terror flying overhead. But of course, being a giant chicken, no one took it seriously.