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The mice were huffing and puffing trying to climb the water tower. The only other thing keeping them secure were their harnesses. As the fervent howling continued, the gusts of wind almost caused Brain’s paw to slip off the ladder. Just in time, Pinky grabbed his hand, carrying him up.
“Are you alright, Brain?” Pinky asked.
Brain’s eye twitched. Of course Pinky already forgot their pseudonyms. Why would a dimwit like him even remember in the first place? As Brain was thinking of insults to write down, Pinky carried him up the ladder.
Pinky wore a blonde wig and a plain, pink dress, while Brain wore a hat, glasses, and a plain long-sleeved shirt. The only reason why the two mice were doing this in the first place was simple: To get Brain’s script back. Whenever the scientists were last in their room, they left the windows open. As a result, Brain’s script flew out the window. As the mice got out of the ladder, they were now met with a yellow and blue door with the WB logo on it.
Brain said, “Call me Steven Spielbrain, and you’re my wife, Larissa Spielberg.”
“Okay Brain, uh, I mean, Spielbrain!” Pinky blurted, “Oh… wait. How do we know this is where your script is?”
“By calculating the wind direction times the wind speed, it points us precisely here.” Brain said, “Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“Gee, I think so Brain, but do you really think we can find overalls our size?” Pinky inquired.
“No, Pinky, we can use this information to get our script. And then, take over the world!” Brain exclaimed.
The stoop-shouldered mouse took a few steps towards the door. He knocked on the door thrice, waiting patiently for whoever lived there to answer. Whenever the door whooshed open, Brain immediately introduced himself and Pinky.
“Hello, I am Steven Spielbrain,” Brain said
“And I am his lovely wife, Larissa Spielbrain,” Pinky said.
The children in question were… well what were they? They looked like puppies, dogs, things? Brain wasn’t even sure himself, but he can’t worry about frivolous details now.
Two of them chimed in, “We’re the Warner brothers!”
“And the Warner sister!” Said another Warner.
One of the brothers had a blue sweatshirt, while the taller one wore khaki pants. The sister had a small, pink skirt with a flower nestled between her two ears.
“I’m Yakko,” the tall one said.
“I’m Wakko,” the other brother said.
“And I’m Dot. I’m the cute one. Call me Dottie and you die,” the sister threatened.
Pinky turned his head towards Brain, “That lady sure is scary, Spielbrain,” he muttered.
Brain cleared his throat and spoke, “I lost one of my scripts. It appears It may have flown into your very water tower,”
Suddenly, the Warners got out their notebooks, and they began clamoring for autographs. The cacophony of their voices and the howling of the wind was enough to drive him mad.
“I have no time for such frivolities!” Brain shouted.
“But look at the children!” Pinky pleaded.
He was going to hesitate, to try to say no. However, after Christmas a few years ago, he knew he couldn’t see let himself see Pinky cry again.
“Alright, fine,” Brain mumbled, succumbing to his fate.
Taking one of the pencils handed out for him, he quickly and neatly signed their notebooks one by one. After he was done, he regained his composure and began speaking again.
Brain cleared his throat, “Anyways-“
“The script you were talking about?” Yakko said, “Well, the dog ate it.”
Yakko and Dot moved away from the door. In the water tower, Brain could clearly see chewed up paper strewn around the “house”. And there was Wakko, at the center of it all. He stood on all fours, and even had his tongue out. Brain was almost fuming, and his face was red as a tomato. He grumbled and slammed the door shut. As the mice climbed out of the tower, it was already quite dark out. When they landed safely, Pinky gazed at the night sky. The air was still, not harsh like earlier. Pinky could spot a shooting star high above.
“I think I see a shooting star, Brain. Do you think I should make a wish?” Pinky asked.
“Whatever your heart desires, Pinky,” Brain said.
“Okay, um… I wish for my friend Brain to take over the world,” Pinky said.
After a few long moments passed, Brain folded his arms and began walking.
“Come, Pinky, we’ll prepare for tomorrow night,” Brain said.
“What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?” Pinky inquired.
“The same thing we do every night, Pinky, try to take over the world!”