Party of Warner
by tannim
June 22, 2007

	 "Who are these invitations from again, Dot?" Yakko looked at his invitation, and Wakko happily chewed on HIS, as the trio walked down the sidewalk. Assuming you count running 29 frames per second with Ralph chasing them as walking.

	"I don't know, they only say "You are cordially invited to a private party in your honer on March 20th, 2007, you're loving host – MBC" Dot held it up to the sky, a pen drew in the sun above her to give better light. "I wonder who MBC is?" 

	"Maybe Tina Yothers!" Wakko chimed in eagerly.  He'd taken to stopping for several frames at a time and wiggling his butt teasingly at Ralph.

	"Or Mr. Lethal Weapon!" Dot said with hearts in her eyes then yawned. ""Oh, it has P.S. Don't Come without Wakko! At the bottom too."

	"Ahhh.... I don't think those names fit the initials." Yakko looked it over again and frowned. "I wonder why somebody would want Wakko"

	 "Faboo, this time I'M the important one!" He stopped flashing his butt wiggling his tail at Ralph and strode proudly in front of the others with chest puffed out and chin lifted high.  After a moment he grinned and slyly looked back.  "And maybe I don't want to come...Then you two couldn't come to the party."

	"HEY!" Both oldest and youngest sibling yelled.  "You aren't making US miss the party!"

Wakko turned his head at the scenery.  "I wonder how many times we're going to pass that bush and yard."

	Dot fell to pieces suddenly as Ralph's net swooped down over her and fell as sand out of it.  Ralph just collapsed with the next, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.  "Duh, That's it, I quit.  If I keep chasing them I'll lose weight!"  He drug his net behind him as he walked off the set.

	Yakko looked down at the puddle of Dot.  Wakko happily walked over and swept her off his feet.  "You know Wakko, it would be simpler to sweep her up off the ground"

	"Nah, I like walking all over her." He poured her into a martini shaker and shook it, and himself, in a silly dance that had the censors reviewing their rules on pelvic gyrations, alcoholic symbols, and an acute lack of pants.

	 Yakko watched impassively, for a moment, glanced at the camera, and said "Your guess is as good as mine."

	Wakko did one last pirouette at the end of his dance before he pouring his sister out into her normal shape as though she were a drink.

	Dot stepped back and forth trying to get her balance back.  Her pretty white face darkened as she regained her senses and stretched up on tip toes and pressed her nose to his.  "Wakko, I am NOT a Drink!"

	The boy tilted his head "Just last night you were bragging how the guys were drinking you up?"

	Dot turned to Yakko.

	Yakko shook his head. "Don't look at me, he's YOUR brother."

	She looked at the camera, then back at her brother, "You already used that joke."

	Yakko's voice wafted up as the camera drew away from them into a blinking eye through a telescope. "I did?" A faint response while the telescope zoomed back more than a mile away in the villains side of the Warner lot. "Yeah, in that one epis..."

	Before the camera could get to the end of the telescope a new voice rang out "Hey! I'm not ready for that yet! Go back to those three!" The camera jumped back to the Warners to see them checking through scripts.

	Wakko juggled them while Dot skimmed through one and Yakko held the ones she had already went through.  The pile tumbled over as Dot tossed one too many onto her brother and tripped Wakko.  He wobbled around tossing them before falling and ripping the background down to reveal the long path up to the manor in the villain side of the Warner lot that they had been invited to.

	While Yakko climbed out of the pile and Dot dusted herself off with a tiny brush Wakko looked up from where he lay.  "I thought we didn't have scripts?"

	The older Warner picked one up and looked at the title.  "We don't... these are fan scripts." After reading another he made an EEP face.  "Ahhh... I don't think that would get past the censors."

	The Warner sister jumped up and hugged it to her "Yeah, give it to me Wilfred!" She giggled cutely and dropped that one down her skirt for later before the all turned to the background.

	"Ok, NOW I'm ready" The feminine voice made the camera jerk back up and zoom to the roof along a telescope.   It pulled back to show a blue and grey furred kitten in a Snidely Whiplash style hat and cloak.  She pulled her eye away from the large telescope and hopped up and down happily.  "Yay they're... Oof!" After a moments struggle with the cape she clawed it to pieces and threw the hat down to stomp it.  "Hey! I'm not a villain!"  Yelled with a glare at the animators somewhere up there.  After a deep breath she hopped again happily "Yay, they're here!"  She walked to the edge of the mansion roof, not even noticing the black eye ring the end of the telescope had left, and peered over the edge at the Warners standing at the doorway.

	MoonBeamCat wrung her hands together eagerly.  Her lovely Wakko, WAKKO WARNER, her LOVELY WAKKO WARNER WAS HERE AT HER cheaply rented HOUSE!  The kitten's eyes glowed with a passionate fire, her lust tried to put it out as she felt a tingle between her legs.  She sighed and jumped up to run around swatting her blazing eyes with her paws. "OUCH!  HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!" A convenient bucket of water allowed her to dunk her head, and as she stared at her reflection she saw that once again she had a cape around her shoulders and the paintbrush pulled away into the nothingness from the newly redrawn hat.  She ripped them off again and screamed "I'M NOT A VILLAIN DAMNIT!"

	Moon stood there a moment panting and growling to herself "Geeze rent one mansion in the villains district and your branded a villain!"  The doorbell brought her back to her senses and she hurried the scene change along by running down the stairs.  A quick change and she slipped into a pretty maid's dress. She stopped by the broom closet to turn the MoonieBot XJ24th.5C on and pulled the dial in the back of her dress to Host. "Ok, MoonieBot, you treat them real nice and I'll make sure they have a good time." And added to herself "And that I get to be close to Wakko..."

	MoonieBot cheerfully raised her hand in a salute. "Yes master, I'll be a good host so your plans to capture them won't fail".

	Moon shook her head "I'm not trying to capture them.... Oh never mind.  Get ready to greet them, and be sure to have the cook prepare lots of food.  I want the garden ready for fun too, and that pool had better be warm!"  She ran off to the door to leave the bot to it's tasks.  Mooniebot's evilly widened smile went completely unnoticed.

	At the door Moon smoothed her black skirt and took a deep breath. She could catch snippets of the Warners talking amongst themselves from the other side of the door. "Gee, I hope ... right place" "What... says... brought you Wakko..." The kitten opened the door and bowed.

	She looked up to speak "Hel..." And found nobody there but a couple survey ladies.

	"Would you like to take a survey?"

	"AHHH!!! No!" The door slammed LOUDLY in their faces before it opened a crack so Moon could hang a sign "Moved to Istanbul(not Constantinople)" before slamming again.

	"I guess she doesn't like Jess Harnell."

	"Maybe she doesn't like blue shirts"

	Inside the mansion Moon leaned with her back against the door panting "I hate surveys."  Her eyes lit up as she saw the Varner Brudders, und der Varner Seester and after glaring at the Sweedish Death as he said what she thought she ran up to them.

	"What? I can't be here when somebody is gonna be Kaput?" Death rolled eyes, his head, and vanished in a cloud of dust(actually he just tossed the dust up and hurried out the door.)

	Moon bowed in front of the Warners "Welcome to MBC's private party.  I see you brought the guest of honor..." Her eyes looking Wakko up and down repeatedly and hungrily.

	Yakko turned to dot, who turned to him.  "I think this is the right place... I hope there are some nice nurses here..." Dot made a face "Boys" Wakko simply looked around and smiled.  "I wonder if there's something to eat."

	The kitten cleared her throat to get their attention.  She found Yakko standing above her and jumped out of the way as he dropped the coffin. "I don't need a coffin drop!"

	"Then why were you coughing" Dot said and stuffed a bomb into the coffin as a hand reached out at her.

	Moon shivered "Creepy... Anyway, I wanted to get your attention!"

	Wakko jumped in her arms "I LOVE attention!  But I don't have any to give."

	The kitten giggled "Mmm... I can give you all you want" Her Paw roamed down Wakko's shirt towards his belly when MoonieBot stepped out with perfectly villainous timing.  Real Moonie glared at her  with pursed lips and angrily V'd eyebrows.  She dropped Wakko and stomped over to her host bot. "This is MBC, your host" Sounding very annoyed.

	The Warners ran around the bot. "Yay, the host!  Are we live?  Which game show are we on?!"

	The bot  winked at her master "Yes, you ARE on a game live game show.  If you win, you'll get to go on an all expense paid vacation..."

	Wakko pulled a large suitcase out and dug in it.  A bathing suit flew out, something Moonie caught.  As she pulled them up she growled and ripped the hat and cape off again and muttered about not being a villain.  The boy looked up "I'm not ready for a vacation, I can't find my pants!"

	Yakko tossed his suitcase up "I can't find my shirts!" Dot looked at her brothers hips and chest, then down at herself. "I can't find my shirts OR my pants.  I guess we can't go..."

	The bot looked confused.  "You don't need shirts or pants."

	Moon giggled to herself and thought "Obviously.  That would hide things I want to see..."

	Her host motioned to three doors behind her "All you have to do is pick Door number 1, Door number 2, or Door number LOGIC ERROR DOOR NUMBER 3 NOT FOUND."  Moon scooted over to her bot as discreetly as she could and slammed a mallet into the back of it's head. "Or Door Number 3"  The bot smiled, its eyes looking in opposite directions.

	The Warners didn't seem to notice, they huddled together, looking up at the two kittens not really noticing that they looked pretty much identical aside from their clothing.  The bot's hips had an upside down crescent moon where-as Moon's hips had a right side up one.  They at last broke huddle and Yakko spoke up "Ahhh... we choose door number 4"

	Real Moonie sighed, MoonieBot grinned and pulled a cord that was beside her "Good choice" The floor fell out from under the Warners and they fell into the darkness below.  An OW, echoed up followed by splashing.  Moonie hurried over and looked down, her bot came with her. "Step one completed mistress."

	In the gloom the Warners found themselves swimming through a vat of lime jello.  The gummy mass jiggled with each movement.  The alligators evil Mooniebot had put in with it hung motionless and didn't even pay attention to their "prey", discount crocodiles just weren't worth the money.    Dot and Yakko struggled at first.  Finding the jello had been made Jiggler style though they didn't get far.  Wakko on the other hand had a great time. He bit great chunks out and ate a path towards the exit.  Dot and Yakko watched at first, then followed.  Everybody loves Jello.

	When they were out they found the kitten in the maid skirt standing by the door "Did we win?!" 

	"Umm... SURE! Now you get to the next round!" Rather happy that the evil plan hadn't happened as she had expected after seeing it.  She handed the boys one dog collar.  "One of you put this on"  Every time Yakko tried to hold it she pushed him away and held it out to Wakko. "Either one of you will do" Yakko tried again and she stuck it around Wakko's neck.  "Good choice!" She grinned while Wakko stretched his neck up to look at the collar.

	"What's this for?" The youngest brother asked.  His neck snapping back into normal size.

	Yakko found himself with a crop in his hand and Dot found herself being pulled to the other side of the room.  A glass wall dropped down between the sides of the room and Moonie sat down on a couch.  She offered a big bowl of popcorn to Dot.  "Now we get to watch the show."

	Dot sat down "Show? Oh, I hope it's something with Mel Gibson! Tee Hee."

	Moon pushed a button on the arm of the couch.  Both boys turned as a large vine like thing pushed through the door they had come out of.  The green vine looked a lot like it was made out of jello... only it was much more dense and drippy.  It darted forward and wrapped around Wakko's right wrist.  The vines dripped a clear thick sticky looking liquid from the tips.  A deep blue and bright white substance floated inside the liquid adding cloudiness to the transparent fluid.

	"Faboo... what's this, It looks like Dot's pet!" Wakko tugged experimentally.  The thing felt really neat actually... He didn't notice the others coming through the door after the first.  He was too busy tugging on the first and watching his brother.

	Yakko looked down at the crop and then over to Moonie.  "Ahh.... what exactly are we supposed to be doing?"

	The kitten spread her legs a bit, into the chubby sports fanguy watching a game with a beer in his hand on the couch position, and relaxed with a dreamy expression. "You're going to help your new pet make Wakko feel good.  Of course you can join it's fun with Wakko personally... if you DON'T do anything... you join him."

	"I wonder what that means, Yakko.  This thing feels kind of familiar." Wakko lifted his arm up and down rapidly to watch the ropey thing bounce and jiggle.

	Dot munched the popcorn watching Mel Gibson in Wakko's place in her mind.

	"Hey, this feels just like my thingy!" Wakko happily announced to his brother while he tugged at the vine with his left hand.  More tendrils had slid out frm the door making six thick tentacles surrounding the puppy child.  Two wrapped around his ankles while another gripped the other wrist.  Wakko's shirt tightened around his belly as the final two slid up under it along his black furred butt and back.  The boy laughed and squirmed. "Stop it! That tickles! Hee Hee Hee, Not the armpit! Hahaha!"

	Yakko watched it curiously, he wasn't sure exactly what to do. When the two in his brother's shirt suddenly darted out the shirt sleeves straight at him he had to slash at them with the crop. "Oh what the heck. It might even be fun.  Assuming the censors aren't watching." Though he was willing to try it, he had no idea what exactly to do.

	The whipped tentacles whimpered and pulled away, then came at him again.  Moon cheered him on "Come on, you can do it! Tell them what to do!"

	The Warner wearing the pants in the family looked at the scene and down at the crop.  He opened his mouth to give an order then saw Wakko's mouth being invaded by a new tentacle and dropped it.  "I just can't do it. It's Just Not Funny, I'm a toon, I can't d...!"

	The tentacles gripped him and held him tight near Wakko.  Yakko kicked but they had him around his ankles and muzzle and, despite his toonish abilities and "slipperiness", he couldn't get away from them.  More tendrils slid out of the floor tiles coiling up his and Wakko's legs.  Those sliding up Yakko's legs stretched his pants legs open until they split like a squeezed banana from ankles up to crotch.

	Wakko's eyes bulged as he watched it and felt his own legs being forced apart.  The tentacles pushed him up and wrapped around his muzzle just like they had his brother.  Both Warners were turned to face Moonie on the other side of the room and both found their eyes drawn to the floor before the glass.  The floor shattered as though it were glass hit from below and crumbled down. A slick wet form climbed up from the hole. The gloved hands showed first, a big red hat showed next with black ears poking out of the top.  Another pair of gloved hands pushed up behind it as it stood up.

	Moonie leaned forward eagerly, her paws leaving the bowl of popcorn and sliding between her legs.  Her eyes on the tentacle snared Wakko more than his brother.  She slid a finger along herself and up to draw circles around her clit.  Her excitement grew with the arrival of the clones.

	Clone Wakko stood proudly erect, as did little clone Wakko between his shiny black furred thighs.  The tentacle that had produced him pulled back to let his tail slide out like a long cock from a well pleased vulva.  He picked up the dropped crop and moved to his bound counterpart.  C-Wakko ran a finger over the boy's balls and looked back at Moonie.  "Keep watching Mistress, I'll make sure we have a good evil time just for you."

	The cat's eyes shone, despite having to ignore the evil comment, and she glanced at Yakko who was trying to ignore his own clone forcing a kiss on him.  "I didn't think you'd be able to do it... so I decided to get somebody who'd give me what I wanted." She purred happily.  CloneW had pulled a tentacle from Wakko's balls and rubbed it over the boy's small hidden nipples and Moon turned her attention to the Warner she was most interested in.  Her eyes ran up the twin Warners, the only real way to tell which was authentic was that one of them had very damp fur from being birthed by the tentacle beast hidden throughout the mansion... that and the lack of the WB seal of Authenticity on his right heel.

	CW stood on two tentacles and let them lift him up into the air. With his toonish balance he didn't even sway.  His hips reach Wakko's face and he roughly gripped the Warner's ears. "You're going to get your first taste of yourself.  I hope you're everything you thought you were" The boy's double leered down at him with his canine maleness fully swelled other than the knot at the base which had yet to swell.  He rubbed it on his Original's nose left and right making sure the boy could sniff his sweet male scent.

	Wakko turned away only to have the thing poking against his muzzle follow his head at each attempt at escape.  The young Warner brother tugged at his arms, his legs, even wiggled his hips but none of his toonish abilities seemed to work.  Even his tail tugging at the tentacles couldn't pry them open.  His fingers clenched and he looked up at his clone without resisting.  "What are you tr... umph!" cut off by the toon meat stuffed into his mouth.

	CW pushed his hips forward to fill his toy's mouth.  He was amused to feel Wakko's tongue slither over his maleness.  The boy seemed to like his own cock's flavor and only felt a little guilty about running his tongue over it to explore it.  His master looked over at his mistress and grinned with Wakko's signature goofy grin.  A grin that curled his cheeks up the added enjoyment of real Wakko's mouth made his eyes droop.

	Moon took a deep breath while watching.  Her right paw sliding over her thighs and along her outer lips.  She drug two claws in a V around her clit without touching it when her paw lifted high enough and down around it to very lightly slide along between her inner and outer loving the soft sensations of indirect stimulation while watching her beloved Wakko being forced to satisfy another male.  Loud purrs rumbled through the couch.  The vibrations made Dot hum to herself while she stared blankly at the glass still watching the scene with her mental edits of the correct male actors.  After a few moments the Warner sister melted into the couch cushions.

	Moon didn't even notice, Dot.  Her fingers busy, her eyes busy, her imagination not being asked to work at all while she watched.  "Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot" her mantra chanted under her heavy breathing.  She watched C-Wakko slap a tentacle and point to Wakko's erection.

	A thin tendril hung away as though pouting before darting straight to the canine shaft pulsing and swaying slightly in the air.  A bead of pre hanging about the head.  The tip of the tentacle flicked like an eager tongue over the bead before pressing against the bound Warner's small hole.  His eyes widened hugely,  eye dots turning into massive puppy eyes before the left eye and cheek fluttered.

	Some three yards away Yakko's clone had him bent over and had decided it would be fun to warm his original up a bit first.  C-Yakko griped the Original's banana peel split pants by the belt loops and tugged at them. Yakko's upper butt cheek fur and curves slowly came into view and CY crouched to nibble each cheek with with lips.  The eldest Warner brother felt a bit of flush in his cheeks.  The tentacle around his mouth kept any comments he might have tossed out quiet but he made a flustered grunt and tugged at the vines around his wrists as best he could.  The clone tugged harder but the zipped and buttoned pants didn't go down easily.  After half of the black furred haunches were exposed the evil creature ran a hand down Yakko's clothed rump and up his thighs from behind.

	The fake older Warner's arm bent toonishly and extended so he could caress the bulge in the pants on the way up to unbutton the pants.  The hand slid into them next to cup the package.  As it slid into the pants the zipper split from the extra bulk inside without the button to hold the pants closed.  A firm squeeze had Yakko's eyes shut but the immediate follow up of feeling his pants yanked down around his ankles had him trying to look down at himself.  The tentacles didn't let his muzzle move yet though and forced him to stare straight ahead.  His clone tapped the tentacles with his crop and the lashed them.  The tentacles loosened up on Yakko's head letting him look around more freely.  "He needs to watch for fun.  You know that" Admonishing them before turning back to the rump at hand.

	He pulled his glove off, then back on like a doctor preparing for surgery.  Yakko's head turned to watch his clone the whole time.  He wondered what the phony Warner was up to, but it dawned on him as soon as the arm raised.  Yakko's tail darted down to try to cover his butt only to be gripped by his clone's hand and yanked up and out of the way.  His clone held onto it like a handle.  "You'll be loving this, slut boy."

	The hand swished down in a menacing arc before right over the older Warner's anus an inch below his tail base.  The bound Warner jerked forward under blow with his ass indented from the force.  His body tried to move forward but the tentacles holding his body in the air didn't let it move more than an inch forward.  A second swat had Yakko's bottom tingling a bit before the ache built.  Yakko's head drooped down from it.  But as a third landed he felt the impact a bit differently.

	The shock wave from each swat vibrated through him and had an effect on the boy's prostate he hadn't expected.  He felt each blow reverberate down in that special gland.  A semi-orgasmic tingle came from it.  It felt to him like the beginning of an orgasm but stopped as soon as it started.  His body wanted more and the fourth swat gave it to him again.  The swats also made his shaft bounce pleasantly up and down so it slapped his belly.  He was fully rigid after just the first swat but hadn't noticed before.  Both feelings mixed quite well with the stinging on his fur covered buttocks and he decided it wasn't all THAT bad... it was actually rather enjoyable!

	His eyes strayed to his brother but something nudging his balls again brought his attention back to himself.  The quick glance of Wakko showed the younger Warner's erection letting a single drip of clear liquid run down itself and a thin tentacle rubbing in it like a bathing snake rubbing the slick stuff over itself as much as it could.  Yakko's Clone brought his own tail into the game and bounced the cute pouch around to keep his toy's mind on his master.

	The clone looked at his mistress and snickered.  There was no doubt that she wasn't especially interested in what happened to Yakko, but he was.  He looked down at the mirror of his mirrored body and squeezed both black furred mounds he had warmed.  His hands cupped them and kneaded them like a kitten for several seconds.  "Now that you're a bit warmer... lets turn up the heat."  His fingers dug in and pinched, his tail curled around the real Warner's balls like a snake's coils and constricted quickly until a grunt of distress escaped Yakko's tentacle bound muzzle.

	Yakko didn't like having his balls stretched, and that was exactly what the evil clone's tail was doing to them.  They were trapped at the bottom of his pouch and pulled ever so slowly from his hips.  His body however suggested other things.  It was definitely interested in what was happening.  Three beads of clear slick pre already made his shaft wet.  Another was building at his tip and ran a thin strand to his belly fur where it had bounced with the last swat to his rear.  His mind was filling with images of himself naked on his bed, with another of himself holding a leash to a ball collar.  He wanted to do things to himself suddenly.  His thoughts changing to licking his own erection while he pet his own head.  Yakko even opened his mouth and tugged his suddenly manacled arms forward to tug his pants down to his own ankles.  He felt so dreamy as he took it into his mouth.  The taste brought him awake to what was really going on.  He looked up and saw himself, his clone, in front of him.  He looked around and saw Wakko swatting at his rump trying to keep tentacles away from it.  The older Warner saw his arms and hands holding his clone's pants down by his ankles and realized he really WAS sucking his own cock.

	Clone Yakko pet his toy's head. "You taste good, don't you?" His hips ground forward until real Yakko's nose was mashed into his groin fur.

	The real Warner's tongue ran over his shaft curiously but that enjoyment was cut short by the hips it was connected to yanking back to leave only the scent and taste of his own masculinity for him to enjoy.  He watched the clone step out of his pants and disappear behind him.  The tail had never left his balls, it had just stretched with its owner.  But now it was joined by something wet and hot and hard poking against the trapped jewels from behind.  Yakko's eyes widen when he felt the hot poker slide along his perineum up to poke around his cleft.  The sudden dampness in there made him squirm, the sudden poke against his backdoor made him tremble.  A gentle pressure built against his ring stretching it and prying it open but it was the sudden intense pressure followed by the feeling of invasion that made Yakko jerk in his tentacle bonds. His clone didn't hold back, all seven and three eighths inches of canine meat slid home.

	Hiding behind the older Warner his salami really WAS in Yakko's slacks, where his slacks would have been anyway, and deeper still hidden between the boys pert buttocks.  A hand gripped Yakko's muzzle and forced him to look at Wakko.  "See, your brother loves it... Just like YOU do."

	Wakko panted, his eyes rolled up in his head.  His cock trembled with a slender tendril of tentacle sliding inside while an offshoot vine curled around it.  The offshoot clenched and retracted like a pair of snake coils and just as slick stimulating the hot Warner brother shaft.  His clone licked his ear while sucking on it and firmly slapped the boy's fluffy butt.  Clone Wakko turned Real Wakko to look at his mistress across the room and then pressed his lips to his original form's and forced a kiss.  Wakko's eyes rolled back around and into focus before his eyelids drooped from the excessive stimulation "Nnngg..."

	"He makes such pretty music just for you mistress" C-Wakko's spoke despite his mouth not being used for it. He pulled back and drug all ten inches out of his tongue out of Wakko's throat and mouth.  The copy Warner squeezed a tentacle behind his captive and a branching offshoot grew up in response.  It was stuff into the boy's already plugged ass where it joined with and coiled around the thick vine already in there.  The coiling offshoot thickened quickly and stretched the tight hole even more.

	Wakko's whimper of temporary discomfort changing into a grunt of surprise and interest as it pressed against his prostate.  That new pressure added to the already constant stream of stimulation coming from in front of him both at his muzzle and nose and down below at his danglely bits.  He felt something new building, something he hadn't quite experienced before, aside from all the other times he had experienced it of course.  

	"I gotta Pee..."

	"Oh, that's not pee you want to let out."  The clone gripped his captive's balls gently and pulled his right ear back into his mouth with his lips.  He Sucked on it while Wakko hunched his hips desperately into the air.  With the tendril inside his cock though, the pressure valve that normally let him cum stayed shut, plugged deep both at the top of his cockroot and the bottom of it.  Real Wakko's  orgasm couldn't go anywhere.  The backed up pleasure pressure drove him to a drooling dead zombie-ish look.  His clone turned to look at Yakko and licked his lips.  "So Easy and willing..." Again the voice not really coming from his mouth while it was occupied with sucking Wakko's ears.

	Yakko tried to turn his head away from the lust filled evil smirking expression of his brother's clone but he was held to watch.  The thick vines around his muzzle relaxed after a few moments though and he managed to open his mouth just in time to receive a deep kiss from his own clone.  The fake Warner's neck had stretched around so his muzzle pressed into the real one's mouth nose first and sucked on Yakko's tongue lewdly.   The real Warner's cheek bulged with the outline of the fake Warner's nose while the clone's whole muzzle slipped into his mouth to suck on his tongue.

	Wakko's black furred hips pulled pushed forward with the tentacles trying to invade deeper and slid back.  With the thinner tentacle around the thicker one both inside him every movement it made had his ring stretching and clenching open and closed as though a ribbed dildo were being thrust in and out. The tentacle duo pumped faster under the clone's attentions.  His hands pet or squeezed other tendrils and all of them understood what he wanted.  He didn't have to speak to them.  In and out, an inch or so at a time, in and out a few inches at a time, five inches at a time, Eight, Twelve, Wakko's body trembled, the heavy action in her boyish butt pulled the toon's ring back with it before his hole could stretch around it and release as the thrusts grew full speed.  The heavy repeated stretching of the boy's ring kept him kicking at the tentacles holding his ankles as well as his arms.  The thick tentacle squeezing around his lightly fuzzed sack pulled back and stretched them an inch further away from his groin.

	The vine gave a similar stretching pull to Yakko's balls.  It got a loving pat by clone Yakko's hand as it pumped  the original Warner's hard shaft.  Beads of pre glistened from his tip and along the tentacle on his balls, but nothing at all glistened from his brother's.

	Wakko whimpered loudly, his orgasmic pressure just didn't let up. His clone stroked his chest as though he were a lover.  C-Wakko rode the tentacle under his feet around to the front of his toy.  The boy's arms were lifted higher so his copy could nibble at his chest just in front of and below his shoulder.  "Mmm... Does it  want me to stop?  I could let you cum you know..." His voice the same as his captive, but with more seductive curl to it.

	"Yes... Er... No, I dunno Ohhh... I just have to let it go!" Wakko wasn't sure what he was saying.  His copy rubbed his fake Warner cock and let the tentacles he rode lift him so his cock was a foot in front of Wakko's face, but level with it.  He rubbed himself firmly with steady strokes that made his black furred scrotum bounce and wiggle.  Beads of sticky sap drooled out in a heavy stream like a bottle of syrup knocked over.  His lips widened and opened as he assumed the happy goofy smile his original was so good at.  Hips hunched lightly while the pleasure built.

	The authentic toon watched intently, rather jealous of the freedom to rub, but more so of the boy milk escaping the evil creature.  His eyes widened at the size of his double's knot, which was bigger than his own.  The fake gripped that knot firmly with his other hand and hunched one last time.  With a strong squeeze over the engorged spot a powerful blast of bluish white cum shot out and directly into Wakko's face.  Another jet of cum caught the boy in the mouth after he opened it to protest the first blast.

	Wakko coughed and spluttered, not expecting the squirt to hit the back of his throat.  His eyes watered a bit, making him look as though he were crying, though he wasn't.  He hacked the bit of cum out and it fell to the floor, but he could feel the other 7 squirts hit him to replace it.  The Warner's black chest  fur matted where some of the globs landed.  His belly  felt funny with a spatter of spunk on it cooling down.  He twitched his nose trying to get the remains of one of the stronger jets off it.

	Clone Wakko's eyes drooped, his orgasm held left him feeling quite drained.  He looked over to see his mistress holding herself on the edge.  Her eyes wide open and unblinking, a bit of red visible in them where she really needed to blink.  Her paw lightly trailing circles around her clit and along the edge of her young nether lips.  CW knew he had to get his partner to move to the next stage.  He had really enjoyed it though.

	The fake Warner backed up a bit when he looked at the real one.  Wakko's eyes were as big as fine china dinner plates with the special puppy eyes.  "I wanna cum..." Blinking and humping the air as much as the tentacles would allow.

	Both clones looked at each other and clone Yakko pounded into the oldest Warner sibling with renewed vigor.  His lengthened toonish neck pulled his muzzle out of Yakko's mouth and dropped down to nibble its way down the boy's chest fur.  Lips clenched and pinched at Yakko's nipples teasingly until the clone's head pressed his nose to the hot Warner meat that was the exact duplicate of that which was pounding the hot Warner buns just so many moist inches away.   Thrusting over and over all the while he teased his toy.  He understood it was time to end it too.

	Yakko stiffened, and not just between his legs, at the sudden unusual touch against his shaft.  The relentless stretching of his rump had seriously weakened his desire to get away, of course the spanking and various kissings and rubbings had helped, but the anal penetration had been something he hadn't experienced so enthusiastically before.  His rear muscles gripped the invading flesh involuntarily as his body tried to expel it.  Toon though he was and used to stretching parts of himself when it wasn't funny his anatomy was generally normal.  Including his gland inside that the fake Warner was grinding against.  His attention was brought back to his front at the feeling of the hot lips engulfing his rod.  He could only gape at the sight of his own head giving him a blow job.  "I never realized I was so good..."

	The fake Yakko glanced up and easily guessed what his original was thinking by the look on his face.  He knew it wouldn't be long for the eldest brother.  That clone too looked towards his mistress and then back. She hadn't even glanced at him since he had gotten deep into his work's ass.  His muzzle bobbed down and up quickly at  first but slowing down to drag his tongue firmly around and along the musky male rod.

	Clone Yakko's  knot was bulging and he had to slam harder against Yakko's ring to get it in.  His his flattened the authentic ass cheeks seven times before popping in and locking.  Not being a real Warner had advantages, such as controlling when he wanted to cum.  He didn't need pleasure build-up to do it, only a villainous need to get the job done.  And as he felt his Yakko's knot swell in response to the additional pressure inside he know it was time to get that job done.  Both boys were squirmed, the fake one for show, the real one from a building flood that he didn't even try to hold back

	Yakko clenched his left eye and kept the other watching his clone nursing like a hungry calf at his cock when he went over the edge.  He could feel the clone's cock doing the same thing at the same time.  Pulsing and throbbing powerfully.  Each pulse sending a strong spurt of cum into the other's body identically.  The oldest Warner humped forward trying to feed his spasming orgasm into his duplicate.  The flood of pleasure sweeping through him drained much of his toonish stamina.  He drooped through the last pulses and weak trickle.   Through the after glow he watched his double swallowing, or so he thought.

	Though the clone's throat pulsed he swallowed nothing.  His body was just trying to deal with the orgasm it had been forced to have.  The clone's pleasure was real enough to it, but being a villain he couldn't enjoy such things for more than a moment. Unless, of course, there was a very strong chance that his toy would get away.

	Instead the fake boy held all of Yakko's cum in his mouth until no more ran out.  He licked a few times and let his hips go still, still tied to the bound Warner.  C-Yakko lifted his head up and away to once again stare himself in the eyes.  He opened his lips just a bit and again forced a kiss on his double.  A push with his tongue between Yakko's lips and a rush of hot breath and he passed the cum to it's creator.

	Yakko tried to shy away from the new kiss but gave in when he couldn't.  His eyes opened wide when he felt the slick mix of saliva and cum pass into his mouth.  He tried to push it back and found it once again fed back to him.  The Warner looked towards his brother but the younger boy wasn't paying any attention at all.  He was busy with his own clone's paws tickling him and whispering to him.

	A tug at Yakko's rear made him groan and his eyes clench as he accidentally swallowed his own load.  CY pulled his neck back and snapped a collar around Yakko's neck. "I think you're done here..." He stepped over his own tied cock and simply walked towards the door on the other side of the room away from Wakko.  The oldest Warner hung tiredly in the tentacles until they let go. Then let himself be drug away out the door, with his double's knot and cock stuck in his ass as the leash.

	Clone Wakko tickled his real counterpart, happy the other had finished.  Now it was his turn.  "I'll let you cum, but in a way that you'll have to cum again, and again with the mistress... Mmmm... won't that be nice?"  His paws continued to tickle the young Warner all over. On his sides, under his armpits, over his feet.  Fingers and tentacle tendrils mercilessly tickled the boy.  While that tickling overwhelmed the boy a pair of Moon's panties were draped over the tip of his muzzle so he would breath in her personal musk.

	Moon felt herself flush at the sight of her panties there.  She hadn't given them to anybody and wasn't sure just where they had gotten the pair, but seeing him with them on his face like that was sure a heat builder.  The boy's eyes were rolling like slot machines in front of her.  Her fingers were slick wit lust but unwilling to drive her over the edge.  She didn't want to orgasm from herself again.  Moon needed HIM.

	Tears poured out of Wakko's eyes from the tickling.  The subtle movements in his real from the tentacles wiggling inside ceased and slid out, the vines in his erection withdrew, he was lowered to the floor without even a bump.  He did not try to get away.  Each tickling appendage worked him over expertly, all working together to build up a new pressure.  And as he was tickled that pressure soared rapidly.  His orgasm mixed with it.  His mind went blank.  He didn't even remember his animator's middle name anymore.  A powerful bliss filled him with incredible energy and he felt himself go over like tripping off the edge of a terraced cliff. He just kept going over and over peak after peak.  The pleasure erased his already normally sparse thoughts to nothing... except the owner of the scent filling his senses.

	Wakko's erection bent with the force of his squirts.  Pulse after heavy pulse speckled his clone's chest with his male sap.  The fake Warner stumbled back slightly.  He enjoyed his job.  It had been a lot of fun, forcing Wakko into a Toonigasm had been well worth the effort.  The sexual energy he'd built up mixed with the toonish laughter from the tickling into a nearly insatiable lust.  He watched the 11th spurt from the toon dribble out with no force and could see the shaft continue pulsing anyway.  C-W pulled Moon's panties from Wakko's muzzle and told him what to do.  "You need to go out that door and find our mistress... you won't get any relief from this need until you fuck her silly!" A sharp slap to the boy's buttocks and Wakko ran to the door and through it.  The duplicate looked at his mistresses stupid grin before he reached up and changed scenery with a hefty tug at the ceiling.

	The animators drew Wakko running through the door Yakko had been led out of.  He nearly tripped over his brother and four Yakko clones.  One had Yakko tied to him like a pupped and laying on his back. Arms tied to Arms, legs tied to legs.  Another squatted over Yakko letting the clone tied to him use the real Yakko as a cock extension.  The first clone thrust up into the real Warner, the real Warner's hips were driven up into the other fake Warner.  The other two clones knelt on either side of the trio on the floor and pumped their cocks with their hands rapidly.  One came into the toon's mouth even as Wakko hurried past.  A quick glance was all he gave them as the lust crazed boy ran on up a flight of stairs beyond the orgy of Yakko.

	Moon sat in her bed kicking her legs irritatedly.  "Oh come on, it's just up a flight of stairs and through a big room.  It's not that far!  I wanna get laid!"  She looked down her body and picked up a brush.  A giggle and she started grooming herself.  "Tee Hee, I may as well look pretty for my sweet young lover"  She stopped and hissed at the pencil trying to draw a villain hat above her.  It stopped and erased it, the cat went back to her grooming.

	Wakko reached the top of the stairs and looked out across the open room.  It resembled a lightly wooded forest with thin trees and bushes spread at random.  He sniffed the air deeply and caught a familiar scent again.  Thoughts of the cat he was seeking flew past his sex clouded mind.  His nose lifted into the air and his upper body dropped to down until he was crawling around like dog trying to figure out where the scent came from.  It was subtle, but the maddening need drove him on.   His tongue dripped, his cock drooled, his puppy children-ish senses picked up and away he darted through the thin foliage.

	The Warner stopped at a stream and looked both ways before crossing, it'd been ten minutes since he started wandering around the room. Not that he had any sense of time in his condition.  He'd climbed a tree but the tree had simply sunk into the floor so he couldn't get any higher.  Bush after bush he'd pushed through or ran around, always on all fours, except for the times he walked up normally.  Each tree looked pretty much the same, as did every bush and the thick grass carpet that lay everywhere that wasn't dirt or water.  At least the scent had become stronger.  

	Wakko simply ran through a few clumped together trees when the frustration grew too much until he saw it.  A bed, hiding in the open next to a few fruit bearing trees and behind a patch of berry bushes.    On the bed a blue furred cat sat reading a copy of "Ultimate Teen Fashion Slave".  Her eyes flicking up and down the pages rapidly while her paws flipped through them.  After a few seconds she tossed it onto a mountain of teen girl mags behind the bed and picked up another one.  She slumped back in the bed looking interested in all the hot fashions.  The boy stopped and quietly slunk down.  An incredible brother-ish urge to interrupt girlish enjoyment setting in.  The urge mixing with his other urges in exotically indescribable but erotic ways. He darted over to a bush and humped the air, that part of him very much interested in girlish enjoyment demanding attention.

	Wakko crawled on his belly, his eyes locked on his prey.  He popped his head around a tree while his body continued crawling, slowly, QUICKLY, sideways-ally, towards his target.  His head snapped back to his body, his eyes larger than his head, the drool running from his mouth made a river behind him.  At last he reached the bed undetected.  A jump! A SQUEAL!  The cute blue kitty yowled as she was pinned.  His lips darted forward, his eyes crashed into hers, their lips locked tight.  Black fur pressed to blue and pink rigid flesh slid inside eager wet lips.  The cat's eyes glowed bright, the shock of his passionate attack blowing her mind, but shot her purr-verator to full roar.

	Her purr shook the bed, his grunts echoed around the room.  The slap of hips kissing adding a sensual undertone to the rampant purring.  A sudden shriek of outrage rent the air and interrupted the intense action.

	"STOP THAT STOP THAT STOP THAT!!! STOP FUCKING IN MY BED!"  Another Moonbeam Cat flailed her arms so angrily and fast that she floated over the floor while ranting.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED YOU FUCKING IMPOSTER!"  Realization dawned on her as she yelled, what she had yelled was exactly what was happening and her jaw dropped.  Steam built and made a loud whistle coming out her ears.

	Through Wakko's lust fogged toonish brain a loud train crashed into another one.  His head split into two heads as he looked at the cat under him blushing and flushed, a zipper on her chest showing metal plating under the fur, and at the cat screaming and ranting and equally naked who looked like the cat he was humping, minus the zipper.   His hips didn't stop moving though, just in case.  Before he could tie the knot however the real cat pounced them both. Slashing viciously with her claws at both her evil robotic look-a-like assistant AND Wakko.

	The robot scrambled away and Wakko yelled in dismay as he was shredded.  Moony grabbed the robot and beat her with Wakko's tail furiously.  "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!  YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO FUCK HIM "I" AM!!!"  Her trembling paws halted once the robot was pounded into just under half its original height.  The bot's head dropped off her pretty torso and rolled around until the real cat stepped on it.

	"I was just trying to keep him warm for you, evil mistress!" The bot smiled hopefully.

	A dark smile darkened the room.  Blazing terrible light from Moonie's eyes lit it again like a flash of lightning. Her fangs bared, her claws glinted, a deep horrible laugh echoed like thunder, before the head exploded under Moon's foot.  The clawmarks on the floor seemed to appear as sudden as the light after a switch was turned.

	Moon licked her claws and grumbled as she swept Wakko up with a broom.  "A girl can't even sneak off to brush her teeth without some hussy trying to steal her man...AND WHO WOULD READ TEEN FASHION SLAVE!!! Fucking teen magazines turning girls into stupid shopping zombies"  After  finishing sweeping her would be lover up she scrubbed the bed and burned all the magazines.  

	"Damn stupid robots..." She growled and took the script remote out of her pocket.  Brushing her fur a bit she push Rewind.  She watched herself beat the robot back into it's proper shape and lay in bet with her. She saw herself unslash Wakko into one whole Warner and pushed pause just as the ... A jump!...

	Moon kicked the robot out of the bed and took her position.  She licked her lips at what she saw  dangling from her black furred lover hanging frozen in scripted time in the air.  The cat couldn't resist giving it a lick before giggling and again taking position on her back with her legs spread read.  She pushed play...

	... A SQUEAL!  The cute blue kitty yowled as she was pinned.  His lips darted forward, his eyes crashed into hers, their lips locked tight.  Black fur pressed to blue and pink ridgid flesh slid inside eager wet lips.  The cat's eyes glowed bright, the shock of his passionate attack blowing her mind, but shot her purr-verator to full roar.

	Her purr shook the bed, his grunts echoed around the room.  The slap of hips kissing adding a sensual undertone to the rampant purring.  Moonie's eyes shone with a bright vibrant light.  Her arms wrapped around her lover's sides and hugged him tightly to her.  She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, she could smell his breath's vaguely semeny and nicely Snickers(tm) bar-ish, she could even hear his toonish thoughts echoing around his head.  "Must hump kitty! Must hump KITTY! MUST unnng... Hump... Unngg... KITTY!!!"  A blissful smile drew the corners of her mouth wide along her muzzle.  Her tail swished like a whip alongside the bed and Moony didn't take her mating laying down(ok, so she did, but she didn't stay still!), after the first nine and a half thrusts her hips jerked back and slammed up to meet Wakko's.  The thrust breaking Wakko's toonigasmically distorted view and brought him back to the semi-real animated world.

	He paused staring at her blankly.  "Hi, I'm WakKO!" His normal introduction suddenly seemed less important to him than  what was happening down below.  He lay down on her again and kissed back.  "Don't I know you from somewhere?   Unng..." He was silenced him with another kiss from the cat under him.  He let loose and just rode the waves she was giving him, and let her enjoy the waves he was sending into her.  His balls gently slapped against her perineum and bounced against her inner thighs at random while their hips met.  He loved the way her flat chest ground against his.  Both enjoyed rubbing their chests together.

	Moon purred louder, vibrating her lover more than her favorite toy could.  Her pleasure nub bumped against his belly and groin fur as they joined.  Sometimes a teasing flutter of light fur, others a full GRIND of his firm furred toonish flesh.  Her clit throbbed prominently begging and receiving the attention it demanded.  Soft slick and sticky noises added to the sweet music of their intimate grunts and groans and purrs and the creak of the bed.  She sucked in deep breath suddenly.  The fire in her loins she'd been fanning and dampening all afternoon turning into a fireball slamming heatwaves throughout her feline body.  Her muscles all contracted at once as she had her first orgasm.  The contractions hitting repeatedly all over her while she road out the pleasure.

	Wakko yelped at the sudden intense grip her inner hand had on his erection.  The pulsing squeezes of her muscles, her fluttering cunt tickling the base of his shaft in delightful ways.  He could feel her clit throbbing.  Unsure if he should stop or not he slid mostly out and slowed down.  Her snarl and leg wrapping around his hips to force him back in fully suggested he shouldn't stop.  Not that he had actually wanted to.  The fire building in his own loins had told him he shouldn't.  As her orgasm faded he felt her lustful lubricant and backwash of his eager jets of pre soaking into his balls and thigh fur.

	He ran his cheek roughs along her neck, his nose sniffing deep to take in her hot feminine scents.  She smelled of natural musk, a hint of chocolate, and a bit of his own sweat.  He felt her paw run down his back and along his side.  It slide down to where they joined to feel his small pouch and it's precious jewels inside.

	Moon's lips parted and she licked her them eagerly. Her paw slid back up, her tongue slid out, and she tasted their combined sexuality.  For now, hers was the dominant taste. Feeling his muzzle on her neck and shoulders, she arched her back to give him more to nuzzle.  The cat couldn't believe she was finally getting to have her way with him.  After watching him all day he was hers.  They both reveled in their time.

	Both looked into each other's eyes at the first bump of Wakko's swelling knot.  They wanted it in, they needed it in. Moon relaxed her back's arch and the Warner lifted himself into a more upright position.  His hands gripped her hips and she gripped the bed.  During that slowdown between feeling the knot and preparing, it had grown thicker.

	Wakko pushed forward hard and he drooped his ears at the loud yowl that escaped her lips when his knot hit.  The hard flesh slowed greatly the moment it hit her tight vulva.  Her thick outer lips providing much needed padding before her wetter and more sensitive inner lips felt the friction of his stiff Warner knob trying to work past them.  He growled and pushed more firmly.  The determination and pleasure in her eyes assuring him she enjoyed herself.  Any stretching pain was mingling with her lust too much to hurt.  The cat's kitty slowly opened to accept his tie.

	Wakko panted loudly, his tongue dangling seven and a quarter inches down his chest from his mouth.  His hips were pumping in and out fractionally trying to work himself in faster.  Those subtle movements had Moony whimpering and gasping.  His canine-ish cock really rubbed her right inside, his belly fur drug against her clitty in lovely teasing repetition of softly brushed strokes.

	Her eyes drooped, her head lolled back, and she had a smaller softer orgasm hit just as his swollen knot popped in a locked his hips to her.  The thick bulb inside ground against the back of her clit from inside and she clamped like a vise around it.  The softer muscle squeezes had drool running  down her lover's dangling tongue as fast as it had his clear pre shooting into her.

	The Warner stayed still for a moment at the contractions milking him but as those same inner movements teased him an urgency built inside his own groin.   He pushed in again, using the inch of flesh behind his knot to it's fullest he jerked in and out. The motion became wilder as his pleasure built and that wild pushing and tugging drug Moon's second orgasm out even as a third built inside.  Her paws trembled as they ran up and down her lovers chest, pausing to caress her lower belly just above her pleasure nub.  She barely resisted touching it and instead rubbed his tongue onto his nipple while her hips lifted up to grind into his harder.

	Wakko tugged hard one last time, driving his knot against the base of her inner clit and drooped onto her. His hips staying still while his seed sprayed into her.  Each wonderful pulse up his length made him feel wonderful.  It was so much nicer than when his clone had teased him. The pressure burst, the need drained, and the euphoria made his tail stand up like black spear jammed into his rump.  	Moony too felt his euphoria, his final bump against his clit and the hot explosion of sticky goodness filling her drove her over into a third orgasm without letting the small second orgasm finish first.  She felt like she was drowning in pleasure.  The intensity of her muscle contractions leaving such beautiful and satisfying tingles all throughout her small furry body.   She raked her claws down Wakko's back and dig them into his pert buttocks to hold him so he couldn't escape.  His hot seed inside burned hotter than her leaving her very aware of the gift she received even while nothing else was going on in her head.  Her eyes glazed over with TILT replacing her iris's.

	Wakko came down first.  He gazed down at his kitty lover and lay down on top of her gently.  His groin tickled, the post orgasmic feelings still there keeping him too sensitive to move.   The purrs still vibrated through him, though they were much quieter and gentle now.  His hands ran over her small chest and he couldn't resist rubbing her tiny nipples.  "She's pretty."

	The girl's eyes shot open and a deep yawn escaped her.  She carefully extracted her claws from Wakko's rump and stretched luxuriously as only a cat can before staring star struck at her lover.  "You really mean it?"  She felt the fullness between her legs and made a sweet groan of pleasure.  "ohh... it wasn't just a dream." Her lips darted up to his, her muzzle followed with her head in tow as she kissed again.

	Wakko winced at the claw removal, "how could he have not noticed that stuck in there before?", he wondered to himself. Her kiss cleared that up just as fast as he thought it.  They kissed and gentle fondled each other for several minutes before his knot shrunk.  He noticed first as his hips grew looser. Moon noticed as soon as he moved.

	"You can pull out now... if you want."

	The Warner looked down to where they joined on the bed and then back into her eyes.  Wordlessly he slid out, and together they watched their mess soak into the bed.  Moony pounced her lover suddenly similar to how she had been pounced earlier.  She placed her hips on Wakko's face and nuzzled up to his wet cock.  She licked gently, but with her rough feline tongue, even that was more than the post orgasmic boy could take.  He whimpered and she smooshed her sloppy sex against his muzzle.  Licking him and sucking him clean as she felt him do the same.  Every time he licked she stopped licking and suckled him, but when he didn't lick fast enough she gave him a nice long lick.  She stopped suddenly and slid off, a final mini orgasm from his attentions left her too weak to move.

	"Unnn... Soo sated and tired...  I need sleep."  Zzzz...

	Wakko sat up and pet her as she fell asleep.  "Aw, I guess the party's over.   Well at least we had a good time guys."  He looked at his brother and sister where they sat watching and munching popcorn shrimp with a video camera recording it all.  Yakko jumped down and patted the tape.

	"I think we got enough.  This'll make a great episode for our new XXX series.  I think it topped you and your threesome with Flabio and Marita, Dot!"

	"SPEW!"

	"Skippy! What did I tell you about watching that Animaniacs show!?  It'll rot your brain!"

	"Sorry Aunt Slappy..."

	"Bah, Bunch of Hooey.  Where's that remote... ah, here it is."

	-CLICK-

	"Beeeeeyoooop"