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Yakko woke a few hours later, carefully detaching himself from Dot's hold on his right arm. She was still fast asleep. The poor little kid was exhausted from this little adventure so far. Yakko once again regretted dragging her out here. She was only 9 after all. Maybe not in physical years. But still 9 just the same. Yakko took a moment to lay there and ponder their existence as toons. He had never had these deep philosophical thoughts in the past. He was too busy just living. Though now he was wondering. What was he really? Was he really 14? Or in his sixties? Was he even really alive? Or just walking as almost a specter? He raised a brow

ack. Sorry to constantly release the story in moderate doses. I'm trying to work on making chapters longer. But I'm almost to 400 views and it's the most amazing feeling! Thank you all so much and please leave your thoughts! More coming soon! Yakko and Dot raced down the street, weaving through people in the crowd. The officer chased after them. "Make way! Make way!" The officer called. Yakko pulled Dot along with him to keep her from getting lost in the flood of people. He knew he couldn't run forever and eventually the officer would catch up with them if he didn't think of a way to shake him. "Think, Yakko. Think." He muttered to himself.

The mid morning sun peaked over the buildings of Burbank. In the ally where they spent the night, Yakko sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Dot was still sleeping soundly next to him. Staring out at the already bustling street in front of him, he sighed. Why had he dragged his baby sister out into the city like this? Without a plan, no less? Not having a plan was a new feeling for Yakko. After all, he was the oldest. The ringleader. The guy with the plan who could talk his way in and out of anything. Now he was just hiding in an ally without a clue. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Yakko watched people go by and thought about Wakko. He had been m

Wakko woke long before sunrise, unable to sleep. He was homesick, having a dream about running around with Yakko and Dot. He thought back to the argument he and his older brother had the night before Mike snatched him, and a pang of guilt struck his little heart. He didn't even get the chance to apologize. He wiped a tear away, realizing Yakko must think Wakko hated him; and now he would never be able to make it right. As he lay curled up under the blanket, his guilt grew. He berated himself for getting into this. Yakko warned him about walking around alone and what did he do? He not only lashed out and hurt his brother's feelings...but he

A truck horn blared out, cutting through the chatter and the miscellaneous sounds of the city's hustle and bustle. From an alleyway, Yakko and Dot poked their heads around the corner. "Well. We're out in the city." Said Dot. "Yep." "And we're gonna find Wakko?" "Most definitely." "Where do we start?" "Ahhhhhhh...." Yakko took a moment to ponder the fact that just running off the lot into the city wasn't his most well thought out plan; and it was starting to become a bit later in the evening. Dusk would arrive soon and Yakko and Dot both knew how dangerous the city could be at night. "Well...we just start looking!"  Dot raised an eyebro

Morning came quickly and Yakko was woken by the sound of Dot sniffling. He opened is eyes and went to give her a comforting hug, only to find she wasn't beside him. Sitting up, his ears perked to listen, he heard her above him. Yakko got up out of bed and found Dot curled up in Wakko's bunk-without Wakko. Yakko's heart sank. Wakko didn't come home. Climbing up the ladder, Yakko joined Dot in Wakko's bed, pulling the crying child onto his lap as he sat there cross-legged. "H-he didn't come b-back..." Dot stuttered, her sniffles turning into sobs. Yakko hugged her and gently rocked the young child back and forth. He was trying to keep his comp

It was common knowledge that a toon doesn't like to be cooped up. Being constricted by their surroundings is against their very nature. That being said, after being in the cage all day, Wakko was starting to feel the discomfort. It reminded him of being locked in the tower. Only this time he didn't have his siblings; the very thing that made the 60 year confinement bearable. Sitting in the center of his prison hugging his knees and staring at the wall, he sighed sadly. He wondered if his brother and sister caught on that he was missing yet. He figured Yakko would assume he was off wandering about and wouldn't know something was wrong until ni

As I lay here in bed I remember the time I slept in your arms. You're arms around me in a hold that was born gentle yet secure; as though even in sleep you were assuring me that you were still there. I remember it was one of the most peaceful nights of my life. I remember waking up first and watching you sleep. You looked so relaxed and at peace. The sound of your breathing was almost like a symphony to me. I remember kissing you gently and even though you were still asleep you have me a soft kiss in return and pulled me closer to you. I was never one for contact but with you I can never get enough. It's like I'm only half of me; only whole

I wish you loved me the way you did when you were trying to get me. I wish you still spoke to me like I was the thing that made your world turn. I wish I could hear the longing for me in your voice like I did when I was first yours. I wish you still spoke of your love for me with the detail of a poet. I wish it still took you five minutes just to properly describe my eyes. I wish you loved me the way you did when you were trying to get me.