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A pounding at my door awoke me from my nap; I sat up, wiping away the dribble from my chin, and rose to my feet to answer the door.
Unhinging and opening the door, I was welcomed by an avid antsy London. She was adorned with a Looney Tunes drawstring bag along with a refine defined digital camera swung over her neck thanks to a strap.
I blinked harshly, fighting off my drowsiness, "Yeah?"
"Hey! Were you asleep?" She shook her head. "Never mind that! Hope you brought a camera--," she referenced at hers. "Cause we're heading to the studio!"
Her news instantly aroused me, causing my jaw to drop for the billionth time today.
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And so begins the ascend of my soul.
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｡･ﾟﾟ･✧˚༺ 7 Years Ago ༻˚✧˚˚°.. ｡
For as long as I can remember, cartoons have always been a part of my life.
"(Name)!" A kindly, gentle voice called my name, halting my wrist's spiraling motions bearing hard on the cement.
As a young girl, they were all I could think about.
I sat there, frozen with my arm hovered over the painted pavement as I clutched my chalk, eager to resume my work. The soft limestone that was once sharpened and brand new was now diminished from excessive use. The colored stick was on the verge of snapping, forced to undergo my constricting pressure.
They were constantly on my mind. Day to night to morning.
I remained in that same spot for a solid minute before deciding to block out the call, and breeze over it like a distant echo in the wind. After all, it was nothing more than a distraction trying to pry its meddlesome self in between me and my drawing.
It's a mystery how I even managed to function throughout the day.
My mind made up–I inched further, leaning over the dyed concrete with scrunched brows dedicated to concentrating on my awaited task. I readjusted my figure to ease into a comfortable position to effortlessly add on to the progressing doodle.
Though I suppose the disturbance was resolute on suspending my peaceful interlude.
For once more, the mellifluous voice chimed through the serene atmosphere only now had lost a touch of its sweetness and replaced with a more insistent tone beckoning for my presence.
No matter what the circumstance may be.
The creases of my lips pinched my cheeks as my mouth broke out into a scowl. I could feel the spontaneous twitching of my fingers firmly squeezing the chalk, itching to make contact with the gravelly canvas.
I groaned, coarsely shaking my head, attempting to wane my irritation. Never had I found the sound of my name to be so annoying. Therefore my animation imagination was put on a definite pause as I was forced to cease the tingling sensation running through my veins during my drawing phase. So in one swift motion, I jumped up on my feet and snapped my neck to the audacious disruption, who had my name pouring past their lips.
It was none other than my mother standing gracefully on the front porch casting me a warm smile. While her face adorned the look of tenderness and love, mine was but the opposite.
"Yeah?!" I hollered back, failing to mask my displeasure.
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I was met with deafening silence, only spiking my impatience. I grumbled in defiance. Well then, whatever the case may be, it can wait. I began to crouch down over the sidewalk, deliberately taking my sweet time should I be subject to any further interruptions.
Of course, mom always did have a way with words.
My suspicions were proven correct through the utterance of three simple- yet impactful words that left my body still slumped over itself.
"Animaniacs is on!"
Those 3 magic words expressed in her jolly and melodious voice rang through my ears. That name alone always left a resounding impact on my beating heart making its rhythm quicken in a pulsating bliss.
Just the mere mention of those 3 made me drop everything.
At this point, I was hypnotized and put under their spell. Why speaking the names of those zany siblings would have left the same effect, if not stronger.
If it were possible, I'd dedicate every moment of the day just to thinking about them.
In an instant, I regained control over my senses as if that intimate title initiated a power switch in my brain. Instructing me to straighten my hunched figure almost like a solid command. I gently rolled my head over my shoulder before shifting my body to fully face the path of my home.
From this position, the signal only grew more intense, becoming forceful as I took one step forward, presenting my awareness to the call.
Resistance is futile. I was simply too mesmerized to withstand the enticing invite.
Another inch of earth stolen triggered the powdery art utensil to slip through my fingertips, inevitably reaching its end by clinking against the smooth cement slab. The piece was no more as it successfully split into two.
For whenever it involved them, nothing else mattered.
I leisurely rose my pair of hands from my sides outward in front of me and began to observe a diligent yet fulfilling day's work. They were stained in chalky residue, commemorating a marking of a true artist. I then clenched my caked-up palms open and close, melding my fingers over the substance before clapping them off of debris. Clouds and specks of dust floated in the air, ticking my nose. The particles caused my nostrils to itch, prompting me to release an enormous sneeze that left me with a snotty nose.
I sniffed while absentmindedly wiping away the mucus. My teary gaze then fell upon the forgotten pictures engraved on the pavement. I found it only appropriate to acknowledge them with a solemn glance granting them a sympathetic nod.
Sorry, but why settle for a couple of doodles of you...
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I directed my vision solely on the pathway home with baby steps lightly scuffing up my shoes in the process. My feet dragged against the gravel, hastening my pace.
When I can watch you spring to life on my T.V!
"YAY!" I cheered, taking off in a sprint down the walkway.
Cause that's just how much they meant to me.
My face shimmered beneath the setting sun, blazing my features that beamed in excitement. I whooped and squealed, gliding down the street as I switched my movements to a fluid and joyous skip.
I'm not sure why.
In the middle of my frolicsome prancing, I leaped off the ground, engaging in an ecstatic twirl. However, my midair spin almost resulted in a crash in burn thanks to one clumsy misstep grazing my knees. All to which my mother reacted in panic as I could hear her emit a gasp over my graceless accident.
"Careful, dear!"
And for some odd reason, her concern only added to the hilarity of my mishap as I snorted and giggled in reply.
All my troubles just seemed to melt away.
I fumbled to my feet, releasing a series of cracking chortles as I resumed my eager dash towards my home.
Whether I was sad or mad to the point where all I wanted to do was scream and shout.
I performed a series of tricks down my neighborhood where my mother waited with open arms to greet me at the front door.
It all washed away to give room for joy and laughter.
"IT'S TIME FOR ANIMANIACS!" I screamed as I bound into my mother's loving embrace.
After all, that's what those 3 were made for.
"Yes, it is!" She cheered, lifting me up into the sky.
My favorite toons ...
I shrieked in delight as she spun me around, raising me high and low with her blissful peals of laughter sounding through the cul de sac.
Yakko, Wakko, and Dot.
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✯.・゜゜・ ONSF THEME ・゜゜･ﾟﾟ✯
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It's time for Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ!
After nineteen years we're back!
So just sit back and relax
You'll laugh till you collapse.
We're Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ!
⭐️《Ｙａｋｋｏ ＆ Ｗａｋｋｏ》🥪
Come join the Warner Brothers!
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And the Warner Sister Dot!
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We're back to wreaking havoc on the Warner movie lot.
They kicked us out the tower, we'll have to find another spot.
But we won't stop until we drop, and we'll come out on top!
We're Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ!
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Dot is cute, and Yakko yaks.
Wakko packs away the snacks.
💖Our new friend has all our backs! 💖
We're Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ!
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Read the story of a girl who hopes her art can change the world. .・゜゜・✎
She's stepped into the madness and her dreams have been unfurled.
She wishes to become a part of the Warner Brothers crew.
Now she has that chance through a contest to make all her dreams come true!
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We're Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ!
After years we've remained intact
We're still zany to the max, with more baloney in our slacks!
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We're Animanie
Totally insane-y
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Ａｎｉｍａｎｉａｃｓ! Those are the facts!
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"Yoohoo! HELLO, HELLO!" A frantic hand blurred past (Name)'s face, snapping her from her trance.
"Hmm," she hummed, blinking rapidly, perking her head off of her resting palm. She guided her focus away from the traveling streets rolling on the opposite side of the window.
London welcomed her back to reality with a toothy grin before emitting a giggle. " You were reeeaaallly out of it, you know?" She emphasized drawing out her words, leaning closer to her abstracted seatmate. "Like, I was calling you for a solid 5 minutes!"
(Name) creased her brows shaking her head at the teen's amusing exaggeration, but apologized nonetheless. "Really? Well, sorry about that," she replied faintly, twiddling with her hair.
London fanned her hand dismissively, swaying her body side to side along with it. "It's cool!" Her dimples shined through her shimmering smile as she disclosed her digitized camera from behind her back. "I just wanted to show you one of my recent adventures!"
"A-Adventure?" The awkward teen tilted her noggin, granting the excitable girl a wavering smile.
All to which London eagerly nodded in confirmation, entirely brushing over (Name)'s puzzlement.
"Yeah! To Disneyland!" She expressed it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh!" (Name) bobbed her head to the quirky girl's statement as if it made perfect sense. "Well, go ahead," she fully rotated her body to face London and provide her undivided attention. "Show me!"
Her seat companion scooted closer to her side, adjusting comfortably in the bus's plush chairs. Pressing the "On" button, the camera came to life, presenting a gallery of photos that contained a flurry of people.
"Sooo," London began. "Here's me and the fam spending the day in Toontown!" She cupped her cheek rocking her head back and forth as a goofy giggle escaped her. "Hehe! Look at our little mouse ears!"
The enthusiastic teen pointed a manic finger at the group of individuals costumed with a pair of mickey mouse ears standing in front of a sign that read "Mickey's Toontown." Each wore happy, sunny grins accompanied by a peace sign or pose or two.
"Don't we look cute?"
The corners of (Name)'s mouth upturned, finding the picture wholesome and utterly adorable. "Yeah," she wholeheartedly agreed with a closed-eye smile.
London eyed her bus buddy fondly as her grin widened, feeling her heart swell.
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A minute settled over, coating the two in silence which prompted (Name) to unclose her (E/c) irises to meet a pair of honey orbs.
The (H/c) haired female forged some distance between her and the eyeballing girl causing her back to press against the window.
"Huh?" She shrunk into herself, attempting to hide in the depths of her clothing. She actively pulled the hem of her outfit up to cover her nose. "W-Why are you staring at me?"
London bubbly blinked before twinkling at her self-conscious seatmate. "Aww, it's nothin!" She lightheartedly brushed it off, averting her affectionate gaze back upon her screen.
"Now, look at this one! See! See!" The vibrant cartoon enthusiast merrily jiggled in her seat as she brought the camcorder close to (Name)'s face coaxing her to gently push it down.
"I'm looking!" The timid artist returned a wide-eyed smile at the hyperactive teen.
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And so the rest of the ride was spent in "oooh"s and "aww's" with childish laughter that gushed the girls' overwhelming enthusiasm.
At this moment, as time slipped away and their destination grew nearer, (Name) could pleasantly feel herself begin to loosen up. She grew less rigid as her posture reduced its stiffness, and her shoulders could slump forward. No longer tense from being thrown into this unsuspecting yet everlasting dream experience.
Mind at ease, she threw a thankful glance over to the bouncy brunette beside her, watching her bob her head to a nonexistent beat that caused her curly hair to dance in the air. Her smile was contagious, as was her energy as it made (Name) momentarily forget the disquietude harboring in her nerves and overwhelming her system.
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Unfortunately, it could only distract her for so long.
(Name)'s chains of tittering came to an abrupt stop from spotting a towering monumental sight beyond the glass. The imposing home belongs to none other than the notorious ever-so-famous zany trio.
We're here already!? The trembling artist pursed her lips, regrettably receiving a rush of her just withdrawing anxiety.
Rapid tapping incessantly rang as London swiped through her gallery.
"And here's me pieing my big sis in the face--"
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Her zestful rambling was punctured by a thunderous thud that almost caused her to drop her beloved camera. Grasping her child in a fretful urgency, she swiveled her head to the disrupting sound finding it to be an (F/c) art bag. Her lips poked out in a pout as she began to eye her traveling companion seeing her focus diverted elsewhere.
To see as to what stole (Name)'s attention and made her flush her face against the window, London scooted closer.
However, the sight to behold was still invisible to her, courtesy of the artist's head, so she took it upon herself to prop herself on her knees. The stance left her looming over the distracted artist as she maneuvered her body to gently rest over (Name)'s back to peek over her head.
(Name) slightly jumped, eliciting a gasp from the faint pressure atop her shoulders. She slightly raised her neck to the perky girl above her, falling victim to another one of her gleaming smiles.
" HOLY GUACAMOLE, WE'RE HERE!"
The (H/c) haired teen winced from the ear-popping shout in her ears before she began to swing back and forth like a rocking chair due to London bouncing on her shoulders.
The ebullient sunkissed tween pounced off the fearful girl, so she could pack up her belongings. "(Name)! This is it! We're gonna--"
London ceased her electrified yelling noticing the aspiring artist shaking in her seat.
As (Name)'s body sluggishly slid off the window, London could fully see the panic laced in her quivering irises. The teen was visibly agitated, and it left London with a sour taste in her mouth over her jittery behavior. Her face melted in concern as a frown crossed her mouth from observing (Name) tightly clutch the fabric of her shirt over her heart.
"Woah! Woah, what's wrong?" She flew to the troubled teen's side and placed a delicate hand over her back. She comfortingly rubbed it in circles, "What happened to all your pep!?" She tilted her head, confounded over (Name)'s mood swing. "Aren't you excited?"
(Name) took in a deep trembling breath before responding. "Of course I am," she passionately admitted.
"Then what's the problem?"
(Name) sighed and gazed at the toon adored tween. "Can I be real with you, London?" She continues, encouraged by a swift nod. "I am majorly excited... but at the same time, I'm terrified." Her voice wavered, reverting back to its meek state.
"I-It's just I-," she huffed before her features brightened, recalling her hopes. "Have-- always dreamed of this moment." Her awakened zeal fleeted as her shoulders slumped as if a hefty weight was applied on top of them. "A-And now, I'm actually here... with the chance to become what I've always wanted to be."
London watched the apprehension envelop (Name) once more, who was now balling her palms in her lap.
The aspiring artist timorous gaze settled on her clenched fists. "A part of Warner Brothers... and as happy as I am," she shook her head in a desperate attempt to erase her consternation. "God--It's scary! I mean, am I really ready for this--"
Her dreaded-filled thoughts halted from the reassuring hold of her hand.
London caressed her itching palm with a kind smile gracing her visage. "It'll be ok."
(Name) whip her head up at her seatmate. Her lip quivered with raising insecurity "B-But--"
"Nu-uh!" London cut her off. "You. Will. Be. Fine," she made sure to emphasize and enunciate each word.
(Name) straightened her back and solemnly asked, "How can you be so sure?"
"Hmmm." London childishly blinks as she eases herself off of her. Then she ducked her head down while cupping her face.
(Name) observed the girl in confusion. Did I break her? She worriedly thought. "Uhhhhhh-"
A goofy giggle pierced the tense atmosphere as the source was revealed to be the oddball who suddenly lifted her head to show a pair of jazz hands. "Tee-hee! I'm not!"
Her dopey grin left (Name) stupefied as she sweatdropped. "Then why did you--"
"I just don't see any point in stressing about it," she cheerily shrugged. "(Name)," she took ahold of the female's hands, guiding her to face her. "You said this is your dream, and the way, your eyes light up whenever you remotely talk about cartoons shows me-- you're more than ready!"
(Name) sat taken aback by London's impassioned words. The two just met. They were merely acquaintances, yet they seemed to have developed a level of friendship from their everlasting adoration for cartoons.
Does she really believe in me?
"Of course I do!" London vehemently expressed.
(Name) fluttered, not meaning to have said that statement aloud.
"This an opportunity of a lifetime! We're the selected few who get to do this! We're like...," London paused in her speech pondering over her next set of words.
"We're like...," (Name) urged humorously, awaiting her response.
"Hold on, give me a sec," London clasped the artist's hands. "The...CHOSEN ONES!"
(Name) guffawed at the title, shaking her head as London chortles intermingle with hers. "That's why we have to give it our all."
"No holding back." (Name) shyly suggested.
"Exactly!" The quirky tween chirped, releasing her hands and holding a fist outward. "Whatever happens, let's stick together."
Catching the memo (Name) returned her fist bump joyfully.
"And of course, have fun!" London cheered enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air.
"Yayyyy!" (Name) whooped.
"Yay, indeed!"
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"Eh?" The pair simultaneously uttered.
They both glance at each other before standing up from their shared seat to see the rest of their completion gathering their bags.
Standing tall at the front of the charter bus were Mark Jamison Smith and Heloise Nerz.
The woman of the hour beamed as the cracks of light spilling through the bus windows cast a heavenly glow over her face. "Everyone! Welcome to Warner Brothers Studios!"
(Name) gasped as London squealed, the two both collapsing in their seat. A starry-eyed gaze met a flabbergasted one.
"Don't worry, we got this!"
Remembering her words of encouragement (Name) swallowed fear and gave her a determined nod. "Right!"
"Ooh!" London whipped out her camera. "Girl, you know we have to take pictures!"
"Sho' you right!"
London cackled at her response, bouncing to her side. She held her digital cam over their heads with a wide-open smile.
"Say, Warners!"
(Name) laughed before joyfully posing for the photo, shouting "Warners!"
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Question: Who is your favorite Warner Sibling?
✧•●• Hey Guys! Happy Holidays! We are nearing the end of 2021 and I am so excited!
I have a lot of plans -- FIRST OFF, I really want to do a Q & A. Like have U all ask me questions to commemorate the accomplishments of this story. I am also in the middle of creating A Special Anniversary Art to dedicate 2 YEARS SINCE I'VE WRITTEN THIS! ♡＼(⁀ᗢ⁀)／♡
Things are really starting to heat Up and it's only a moment of time before U meet the Warners! I know the pace is slow, but it'll all be worth it in the end! ✧•●•
😊 The Q&A will begin in a separate chap! I hope U all had a Marvelous holiday and I look forward to entering the New Year with U all!
If you enjoyed...
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It's very appreciated❣️
Until then, Stay Tooned Nurses!