Final Act

Chapter 1: The Boy in The Paper

"Good afternoon, sir!"

Weed Memlo nods at the secretary and walks up to her desk. She greets him with a polite smile, a courtesy he is used to seeing among most staff at Warner Brother studios. Even the old guard at the post just near the studio's gates welcomes him with a hello and a tip of his hat. Memlo stops before the desk, setting up a small brown briefcase on her desk.

"I have an appointment with Thaddeus Plotz," Memlo says. "One-thirty sharp."

"Do you?" The secretary raises a brow, tapping away at her desk computer. "Well, let's see here..."

"It's urgent I get these important-" Memlo stops speaking as a shrill shout comes from within the office of Mr. Plotz. He glances in its direction a moment before returning his attention to the secretary. "...papers to the CEO! They must go to Mr. Plotz immediately."

"I see your appointment here, Mr..." She squints at her laptop screen. "Mr. Memlo. Well, I'm afraid there must have been a mix-up, Mr. Plotz is busy right now with some clients."

"Is he?" Memlo eyes the secretary a moment as if contemplating what to say next. His voice raises, only a tad, but enough to assure the secretary of his offense. "I can assure you I spoke with Mr. Plotz personally about this appointment. How can he be busy now?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Memlo, but once the Warners are done with their appointment, you may go in." The secretary noticed the man had visibly gone rigid halfway through her sentence. "Sir?"

"Did-did you say the Warners?" He stutters, adjusting his tie in a fidgeting way.

The secretary opens her mouth to speak, but a crash startles her from continuing the sentence.

"WARNERS!" Childish giggles and laughter soon drown out the CEO's furious shout. In the time it took for Memlo to look toward the office doors, said doors burst open.

"OUT! OUT! OUT!" Thaddeus Plotz screams as three puppycat toon children rush out of doors with large smiles on their faces, but as soon as they are kicked out, they're quick to turn to the red-faced CEO and grin.

"Nice talking to ya, Plotzy!" Yakko smirks.

"We can't wait until next month's meeting!" Dot giggles while placing her hands behind her back in a modest manner.

"We'll bring donuts!" Wakko manages to get in just as the CEO slams his doors close, making all three Warners flinch, but keep their expressions cheery.

A thud captures their attention and in unison, all three heads turn towards the source. A quick gasp escapes Memlo, who had begun to reach for his briefcase, which had fallen, but straightens up in alarm upon sighting their eager and toothy smiles. As the secretary chooses to hide behind her desk, the Warners bounce into action and skip on over to the man.

"Memlo!" Yakko exclaims, first to pounce on the man's back, wrapping his arms around Memlo's neck. "Long time no see!"

"Where have you been, doll?" Dot was next to cling to Memlo's leg, followed by Wakko who took Memlo's arm and swung off it like a monkey. "You never visit!"

"I-No, don't-wait-!" Memlo visibly pales as the Warners climb on his body. He then makes work to remove them. "Get off, this instant!"

His attempts are futile as the Warners tighten their grips on his limbs, yet he manages to shake Wakko off his arms, making the middle child jump off. Wakko gives Memlo a cheeky grin as his siblings snigger in Memlo's attempts to remove them. Wakko then notices the briefcase on the floor.

"Ooh! Did you bring us presents?" Wakko asks, grasping the clasps on the briefcase.

"Wait!"

Memlo's warning came too late. As soon as the briefcase's clasps were unlatched, papers shot out of the case's inside, slamming into the middle child and sending him across the room. His siblings watch in astonishment as an unimaginable amount of paper flies out of the briefcase and flies all over the room. To their surprise, they had let Memlo go, who took this chance to grab what he could of the paperwork that continued to exit the briefcase. As the man scurried around, the eldest and youngest Warners rushed to their brother. Wakko sat in a pile of papers, his eyes rolling around on his face like googly eyes. He holds his head as his eyes readjust themselves back on his face properly. One blink later and he looks into the eyes of his concerned siblings.