Chapter Text
Morning in Burbank, California. At the Warner Bros. water tower, Wakko Warner was just waking up. He slowly opened his eyes, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, but when his eyes were fully open, he saw something a bit strange: his feet were hanging from his bed. Wakko rolled out of bed with a confused look on his face, stood up, and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he looked different than how he looked before. This isn’t the first time he’s noticed this happen to him lately: recently, he finally succeeded at growing his hair out, something he wanted to do for a long time. This time, however, it wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to do. When Wakko looked in the mirror, his face appeared higher on the mirror than it normally did. Then, Wakko looked down. There was more distance between him and the ground than he was used to.
“That’s weird,” Wakko thought.
Wakko left the bathroom. He tried to head back to his room, but before he could, Yakko woke up and came out of his bedroom.
“Good morning, Wa-” Yakko began.
Yakko didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he just stared at Wakko, his mouth agape.
“Is something wrong, Yakko?” Wakko asked.
“Oh, no no!” Yakko replied, “it’s just... is it me, or did you just have a massive growth spurt overnight?”
“I don’t know,” Wakko explained, “I’ve been asking myself the same question.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out! Let’s go see how tall you are, baby bro.”
Wakko and Yakko walked over to a wall. It was covered in black markings made by Yakko checking his and his siblings’ height. The tallest mark on the wall at the moment was one of Yakko’s, marked when he was fifteen years old. Wakko stood against the wall as Yakko took a pencil out of hammerspace. Wakko took his hat off as Yakko measured Wakko’s height. He put the pencil at the top of Wakko’s head and drew a line on the wall that he marked as “Wakko, 13.” Wakko then stepped away from the wall, and he and Yakko looked for Wakko’s height when he was twelve. When they found it, they noticed it was far below the new mark.
“Whoa,” Wakko said when he saw it.
“Yep,” Yakko added, “Wakko, looks like you had a massive growth spurt!”
Yakko looked at the lines on the wall, and to his surprise, Wakko’s new mark was above the mark Yakko had when he was fourteen years old, and it was scarily close to his fifteen-year-old self’s mark. Yakko gulped and nervously giggled.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Wakko asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Yakko said, “it’s just, uhhhh... Wakko, you’re really tall.”
“Really?” Wakko replied, smiling.
“Oh yeah. You’re taller right now than I was at fourteen!”
“Ya mean I’m huge?”
“Pretty much.”
Wakko gasped, and his tail started to wag. He put his hat back on, and then, he began to bounce up and down, giggling. Yakko couldn’t help but laugh with his little brother.
“I’m huge, I’m huge!” Wakko exclaimed.
“You sure are!” Yakko replied.
Yakko and Wakko then grabbed each other’s hands and began to bounce up and down together. All the commotion was enough to wake up their sister, Dot. She opened her door, rubbed her half-open eyes, and saw Wakko and Yakko going up and down.
“What’s going on?” Dot asked.
Wakko and Yakko stopped bouncing.
“Oh,” Yakko said, “morning, Dot!”
“Good morning!” Wakko added.
“Good morning, brothers,” Dot replied.
Dot fully opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Wakko was much taller than she remembered him being. Before, he was only a little bit taller than her, but now, he was almost Yakko’s height. Dot’s eyes widened, and she slowly backed away.
“Yakko?” Dot asked.
“What’s up little sis?” Yakko replied.
“Is it me or did something happen to Wakko?” Dot pointed at Wakko.
“Well, yeah, something happened to him.”
“I grew!” Wakko added, “a lot!”
“How did that happen?!” Dot asked.
“Well, sis,” Yakko explained, “as us toons get older, we grow, but unlike non-toons, we mostly grow in spurts that usually happen when we’re asleep. Wakko over here was about the same size for a long time, with a bit of growing here and there, but he hasn’t had a spurt in a while. At least, not one that any of us remember. You guys don’t remember Wakko having a growth spurt recently, do you?”
Wakko shook his head no.
“I don’t recall any of us having a growth spurt recently,” Dot said.
“Oh, OK!” Yakko continued, “the longer most toons go without a growth spurt, the more likely they are to have one later on, and since Wakko went so long without a growth spurt, he ended up having one.”
“Faboo!” Wakko exclaimed.
“Does that mean I’m gonna have one soon too?” Dot asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Most likely!” Yakko replied, “though, probably not right now.”
“Will I have another one?” Wakko asked.
“Probably!” Yakko said, “but definitely not right after this first one.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. I can’t believe it! I’m huge!”
Wakko giggled and started bouncing up and down again. Yakko and Dot laughed alongside him, Yakko lightly flapping his hands. Suddenly, something hit Wakko. He stopped bouncing, and his smile turned into a frown.
“What’s wrong, Wakko?” Dot asked.
“I just realized something,” Wakko said.
“What’s up?” Yakko asked.
“My clothes,” Wakko began, “do you think they’ll still fit me? I mean, this shirt and my hat are fine, but what about everything else? What about my favorite sweater?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Dot said.
“We should check your closet,” Yakko added.
The Warners ran into Wakko’s bedroom. Wakko opened his closet and took out his favorite blue sweater, the one he wore everywhere for as long as he could remember. He looked at the sweater, and noticed that it would be far too small for him to wear now. Wakko gasped.
“No!” he shouted, “I’m too big! I’m too big!”
“Oh, you’re not too big, baby bro,” Yakko reassured, “your sweater’s just too small is all!”
“That’s not any better,” Wakko added.
“I know, I know.”
“Oh, I can’t believe it! My favorite sweater, and now I can’t even wear it anymore! What am I going to do?”
Yakko and Dot began to think, and light bulbs appeared beside their heads at the same time. They noticed, giggled, and smiled at each other.
“You go first, Yakko,” Dot said.
“Oh, alright!” Yakko replied, “I was thinking maybe we could all go shopping for clothes together!”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” Dot exclaimed.
“But what am I going to wear there?” Wakko asked, “all I have is this PJ shirt!”
Wakko pulled his PJ shirt out. It was blue, but a deeper color than his sweater, and it was covered in bright yellow stars. Yakko put a hand on Wakko’s shoulder.
“No worries, Wakko,” Yakko said, “I’ll lend you one of my shirts, since I assume we’re wearing the same size now.”
“Oh, alright,” Wakko replied, “I doubt it’ll look any good on me though.”
“Don’t say that, little bro,” Yakko reassured, “I’m sure you’ll look just fine. Besides, when we get there, I bet there’s gonna be all sorts of stuff that looks good on you!”
Wakko didn’t reply. He simply smiled at his brother, and together, they went to Yakko’s room to change. Yakko wasn’t wrong very often, but now more than just about every other time he could remember, Wakko hoped that Yakko was right, and that Wakko would be able to find something that he liked just as much as his favorite sweater.