Okay yes, I understand that I am writing ANOTHER fic. What can I say? I've written myself into a rut with Royally Insane and this idea has driven me to the point where I simply HAVE to write it down. Luckily for you guys, I've written out these chapters AHEAD of time so I can post more frequently. I hate not updating for months at a time. Anyways, I'll shut up and let you read. Thank you for taking the time to read my very long and pointless intro. If you did, HERE'S A COOKIE! *gives cookies happily*

Operation: Val Chapter 1

So today started out like pretty much every day does. It was a warm morning, much is the way mornings usually ARE in Burbank, California….although I remember last week it was fairly cloudy outside and the wind had more of a fallish feel to it. Or should I say autumny? Fallish or autumny? You know it's funny because neither one is a word but-

Will you just get to the POINT?! No wonder they call you Yakko! And how come I can't narrate this chapter? I'm the cutest!

Quiet Dot! You're ruining the scene!

Oh please it was ruined before I got here. I wanna be the narrator!

Yeah that's tough. Now as I was sayin-

I wanna narrate.

Wakko, I'm the narrator for this chapter.

But I have a cool accent. Please?

Look, I'm the oldest so I get to narrate the first chapter. So both of you be quiet and let me finish!

…jerk.

ANYWAYS, the day started off like most of our mornings usually do. I woke up in the BEST mood…

An alarm buzzed somewhere in a foggy dream, eliciting a groan from a lump in a bed. The lump stirred for a moment and then a fist was flying down on the alarm, silencing it. The lump stirred again and then a groggy head popped out, ears disheveled and fur standing up at funny angles.

This groggy head belonged to none other than Yakko Warner. He smacked his lips and looked at the clock to see what time it was: 2 o' clock.

He groaned again and threw his pillow at the wall in frustration. Why can't I just sleep in for once?!

He got up and spin dressed out of his green pj bottoms and into his normal slacks and black belt. Stumbling over to the bathroom, he combed his ears back, paused to wink at himself in the mirror, and then left to start breakfast for his two adoring sibs.

Now, it's important to know that breakfast at the Warners' tower wasn't exactly normal. There was always somebody who wanted something different from whatever somebody else wanted. And what they wanted could be anything.

Yakko cringed as he remembered last week when Dot had decided she wanted cordon bleu for breakfast and Wakko decided he wanted lobster. They may be tv stars but all the money they got was given to Plotz because he had full ownership rights over them. Other than the funds they got for each week and the allowances Scratchy gave them when they behaved-he called them 'good noodle allowances'- they didn't have much else.

Yakko started to work prepping for the morning as he waited for his sibs to awaken and start the day. Suprisingly, Dot was the first up, still wearing her pink nightie and her fur up in curlers.

"Mornin' sis. What's the order today?" Yakko grinned, hoping it was simple.

Dot yawned and sat down. "Just a cup o' joe. Not hungry." Yakko paused and then laughed.

"There is no way I'm filling a Warner full of coffee. How about orange juice and pancakes?"

Dot shrugged. "Whatever."

Wakko walked in next and walked over to the fridge just as Yakko reached for the handle. He picked up the fridge in one hand and swallowed it whole, taking a second to belch afterwards.

Yakko didn't miss a beat. "Let's eat out for breakfast today!"

They both instantly perked up and Dot grinned. "Let me go get ready!" Wakko was hopping up and down.

"Can I order whatever I want?"

Yakko smirked. "After you just ate our fridge?"

"I'm hungry!"

About a half an hour later and one wardrobe disaster curtesy of Dot,they were hopping out of the tower and running right past Ralph as he stood at his post. They blew him a kiss as he jumped in shock and then they were running the streets of Burbank, cartwheeling and dancing on top of people's heads. Eventually they all settled on a little breakfast joint to eat at (that they hadn't been kicked out of yet). The ones that didn't see it coming were the most fun to eat at.

Yakko led the way inside and a pretty blond waitress in a pink uniform clicked over in her heels.

"Party of 3?"

"Oh baby it's only a party if we make it 4, as in, you included." Yakko and Wakko jumped into her arms.

"Hellooooooo nurse!"

The waitress, startled, dropped them in a bit of horror. Dot rolled her eyes as they melted into a puddle at her feet.

"Boys….we'll just find our own seat, thanks." She scooped her two brothers up in a jar and dumped them in a booth beside her as they waited to order.

Waiting was not one of any of the Warners' best qualities. About 20 seconds into their wait, Wakko hopped out of his seat and ran around the room, collecting all of the salt and pepper shakers from irritated customers before bringing them back to his table. He stood in the table and made a small scale replica of the Statue of Liberty.

Yakko grinned as he leaned back with his arms back in a gesture of relaxation. "That's my sib." He saw a blond and brunette stroll to a booth across from them, wearing little sundresses and pocket books.

"I'll be right back." He winked at Dot who rolled her eyes. Two minutes later the sound of screaming could be heard and Yakko walked back over, grinning broadly.

"They're SO gonna call me."

"In your dreams maybe. Hey where'd Wakko go?" Dot looked around. Yakko glanced around and laughed.

"Look."

Wakko was sitting on the floor wearing a red collar as he begged for table scraps. A chubby woman with a stuffed bird on her hat smiled and gave him a piece of bacon. He yipped and wagged his tail as he rolled over for her.

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That kid'll do anything for food."

A small group of girls gasped and ran over to pet him. "Oh he's so cute!" one of them picked him up and cradled him as she stroked his ears.

Yakko blinked then his face broke out in a classic smirk. "Maybe he has the right idea!" Before Dot could say her signature line, he was on the floor wearing a collar and panting. Another girl picked him up and hugged him.

"How adorable."

Yakko grinned. "Oh yeah."

Just then, the door to the restaurant slammed open and a figure walked in. He was old, with pure white hair and a long nose like a hawk. His mouth was looked in a scowl as if everything he saw was disgusting to him. As he walked, he had a slight lurch in his step from a limp in his right leg. But what threw people off the most, was his glass eye, which seemed to follow a person with its dead stare.

This man was followed by an assistant, a small portly man of around 30 years old. He seemed to be sweating profusely, as if he had just run a marathon. In truth however, he was just a large, sweaty man.

What made these two men stand out most of all was the peculiar way they were dressed. The taller elderly man was wearing a large lab coat that appeared to be 3 sizes too big for him while the smaller man was wearing a dark suit with shined shoes.

The room went silent and then there was the sound of hurried clicking as the waitress from before ran over with a nervous grin on her face.

"Ah Mr. Thorndill, welcome!"

The elderly man's scowl deepened. "DR. Thorndill."

She gulped and nodded. "O-of course. You're table's right this way!" She led the way past the Warners' table where Wakko was still sitting on the ground. Dr. Thorndill looked down at him with absolute disgust and his right leg cuffed Wakko's side as they walked by.

The middle Warner went sprawling and the little man stepped over him, muttering an apology as he went.

Wakko blinked as Yakko helped him up, a scowl on his face.

"Sibs, I believe we just met today's special friend."

Dr. Thorndill sat down quietly in his seat and nodded to the waitress. "I shall tell you when I am ready to order."

She nodded and smiled before scampering into the kitchen, running right up to the cook.

"Dr. Thorndill's here!"

The cook dropped his spatula and turned to her, nearly burning his arm on the stove. "WHAT?! You mean the crazed doctor who makes those messed up 'toons?!"

She rolled her eyes. "No I mean the one that knits fuzzy sweaters. YES that Dr. Thorndill!"

"Oh god did you hear about that time his pancakes were burnt on the bottom?! What he did that cook?! He turned him into a goddamned toon! All deformed and weird….how is he not in prison?!" the cook started hyperventilating and the waitress smacked him across the face.

"Keep your voice down! He might have cameras. Just….keep calm and we'll get through this…I hope."

During this little conversation, the Warners had migrated from their seats and had slowly popped up in the seat beside the doctor and the small man.

Dot kissed his cheek. "Hi! I'm Dot! But you may call me the cutest girl in the whole wide world!"

Dr. Thorndill's glass eye seemed to bore into her. "Is that so…?"

Yakko rested his elbow on the doctor's head. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh…yep. And I'm Yakko. It's a please ta meet ya pal really it is hey have you ever considered using a nice moisturizer on that big shiny dome o' yers?" He pulled up Dr. Thorndill's hair piece and grinned as he checked his reflection in the glow of the doctor's head.

Wakko, meanwhile, had eaten everything on the table, including the table itself. "Yummy!"

Dr. Thorndill quietly took Yakko's arm away from his head and studied it, pinching him slightly. Yakko blinked and tried to pull his arm back. "Uh…"

"Prima black ink…studio quality. Hmm…." Dr. Thorndill then did something strange. He smiled.

"It has been a pleasure to be introduced to such annoyances. We will be in touch. Come Jenkins." He looked to Jenkins who gulped and nodded, giving the Warners stony looks before following the doctor out the door.

The waitress was just leaving the kitchen when she gasped and looked at the Warners.

"What. Did. You. DO?"

Wakko blinked. "That was weird."

Yakko laughed. "Crazy old man. Come on let's go home!"

In truth, before they had even got back to the studio Yakko had forgotten all about the psyco doctor. He was too busy having fun to worry about nut jobs like that…

…However, Dr. Thorn-freak had much more planned that day for us then I knew. It's funny to look back on what we were going to go through and realize how much I just didn't care.

That's awesome. Can I tell the story next time?

No I wanna!

Back off Wakko I asked first!

No you didn't!

Yeah I did!

And that's the start. I hope you liked it! And I hope you read and review! Bye!