Snapping his paddleball casually, Yakko glanced at his siblings in the other seats. Dot was practicing different cute faces in a mirror, and Wakko was staring off into space with intense concentration. He hoped this early appointment wouldn't take long; they had to get to Plotz's office before he got in so they could mix up his files and hide his signing pen.

"All right, you can go in now," the nurse said. Yakko raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly.

"I dunno… I kinda like it out here."

"Me too!" said Wakko, who had snapped out of his daydreaming.

Dot rolled her eyes as she hopped off her seat.

"Boys."

Her brothers followed her into Scratchy's office, throwing amorous gazes at the nurse until the door closed. Once inside, all three bounded over the psychiatry couch and flopped down.

"How ya doin', Scratchy?" Yakko asked. To his surprise, Scratchansniff looked more uneasy than he did annoyed.

"Yes, hello," he said. "Zis morning, my little friends, we vill not be having a session."

Yakko glanced at his siblings, and then hopped off the couch.

"So can we go?"

"Well, no," Scratchy said. "Zere is someone here zat I think you should meet."

The siblings glanced at each other uneasily; the last few times Scratchy had brought someone in to 'meet them', it hadn't been very much fun.

"We're not doing a group with Elmira again, are we?" Yakko asked uneasily. Dot pretended to faint as Wakko yelped and yanked his hat over his eyes.

"No, nozing like zat," Scratchy quickly said. As the Warners watched suspiciously, he pressed a button on his intercom and spoke.

"Miss Nurse? Send her in, please."

After a moment, the door to the office opened again and a slender young woman wearing jeans and an elaborately embroidered t-shirt stepped in. Her large green eyes had a soft, kind look and she had wavy strawberry blonde hair tied in a loose bun. The boys immediately leaped to their feet.

"Helloooo, nurse!"

Dot glared at them, then looked back at the newcomer. Even she had to admit this lady was pretty, despite her unfortunate fashion sense.

"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring her brothers as they ogled her. The woman smiled uneasily and nodded a greeting.

"I'm Kay," she said in a gentle, shy voice. "Kay Nichols. I'm a private investigator."

"You investigate private stuff?" Wakko asked, cocking his head.

Yakko blew a kiss.

"G'night, everybody!"

The woman, Kay, blinked a few times, then cleared her throat.

"Well, no…" she said. "That means I do detective work outside of the police."

"Why would y' do it inside them?" Yakko asked.

Kay opened her mouth to speak again, then rubbed her head.

"Okay, um, let's just say I'm a detective."

Dot frowned and crossed her arms.

"Why didn't you say that to start with?"

Looking thoroughly confused by now, Kay glanced at Scratchy, who shrugged. The three siblings grinned; messing with someone new was always fun.

"Okay…" Kay said. "Well, I'm a detective, and the studio hired me to investigate some recent attacks on local toons."

The Warners immediately grew solemn. Everyone in the toon community knew about that. Kay chewed her bottom lip uneasily, and then went on.

"Anyway, during my investigation, I linked the attacks to a pattern that's been recurring over the past five years. All the descriptions have been of the same person, and his more recent victims have all been friends or relatives of toons he's gone after in the past."

Yakko glanced at his siblings, then back at Kay.

"So, uh… what's that got to do with us?"

He frowned as she started chewing her lip again, then rubbed her neck.

"Well, as I was looking at the cases, I found one that… well…"

Yakko shifted in his seat; this was starting to get weird. He glanced over at Wakko and Dot, who looked just as uneasy as him.

"Oh, how do I say this…" Kay murmured to herself, rubbing her temples. "The man behind these attacks is… he's the same person who… who…"

She dropped off again, biting her lip as she looked down. Dot huffed, losing her patience.

"Who what?" she demanded. After a moment, Kay took a deep breath and slowly looked up. Her next words were as unexpected as they were completely shocking.

"Who killed your parents."