In the 1980s, artist CB achieves unbelievable fame and success with portraits of Japanese girls with beautiful eyes. However, no one realizes that his adopted son, Yakko, is the real artist behind the pen.
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Bugs Bunny listens to some of the galey dwellers as he stops in front of one, right as a dweller walks up to him, saying,
“We showed up early. We have 4.”
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Before Bugs can reply, someone bumps into him, and when he looks, it turns out to be Yakko Warner, in a lavender tie holding a tray of drinks, looking apologetic as he holds the tray up.
“Thank you.” The dweller says, taking a drink off the tray and walking away.
Yakko doesn't stick around to chitchat, just moves to an empty corner, while in another part of the gallery, CB’s signing a poster with his autograph.
“Hey there, handsome.” Heloise greets Yakko, drink in hand. “Amazing party we have here.”
Yakko smiles meekly, but he’s not prepared when Heloise then asks, “So where’s your art?”
Not good. This was CB’s forte, not his, but he manages, “Uhhhhhhhh we decided CB should have his own show.”
But it’s clear that was the wrong thing to say, as Heloise asks, confused, “We? Why would we do something like that?”
Is she really gonna make him say it? “Cause CB’s already more well known.”
But of course that’s not enough for her, which is made clear when she says, “Interesting. I never would’ve pegged CB as the bubblegum pop type.”
Oh that’s it. Yakko looks right at her, and in the most strained tone he can manage, says, “I really appreciate you showing up like this. It’s really good to talk to you.”
Then he walks away, determined to not talk to anyone else if he can help it.
But since when has the universe ever cared about what he wants?
A gallery dweller walks up to Yakko, commenting, “Your adopted father is really talented.”
Okay, not so bad. Yakko nods in agreement, ready to keep moving.
But then the dweller ruins any chances of that happening, when he asks,
“Are you an artist too?”
And in the moment between when that question is asked, and the time it takes for Yakko to process it, has to be one of the longest in his life.
All of his hard work is proudly displayed on the walls, and what is he doing? Serving drinks like a kid in a sad after school special, instead of proudly proclaiming he’s the artist.
CB’s an artist in the eyes of the art world, but what is he? Just a kid he adopted.
Seeing the dweller is still waiting for an answer, Yakko stutters for a long moment, before finally saying, “Uhhhhhhh I don’t know.”
