I was watching the movie, and then thought about Dot's story. How did Yakko come up with that story anyway? How come it's so close to their lineage? Do the Warner brothers remember where they come from? So I came up with this.

Wakko's Wish (c) Warner brothers (The studio, obviously ;D)

" No!"

So far that had been the only word he'd heard all night.

" No Yak no!"

A seven year old Yakko Warner sighed, staring tiredly at his young sister who currently had her arms crossed and lips twisted into a pout. She was on a bed made out of hay, pink pajamas covering her frame.

Currently he'd been trying to make his sister go to sleep. He couldn't afford a watch to know what time it was, but was pretty sure it was late. Really late.

" Dot, please go to sleep."

" Yakky no!" Yakko rubbed his eyes, to worn out to deal with this.

" Don't shout Dot. You'll wake your brother."

" No tired Yak!"

Of course she wasn't. And frankly no one was to blame but Yakko. He knew he'd regret buying those fruits. He'd been able to get some money, and the only thing he could buy were some fruits that'd been coated in sugar. Unsure of whether to buy it or not, he had to give in, since neither he or his siblings had eaten anything decent in a couple of days. In fact, it was a wonder that Wakko wasn't up as well.

The eldest Warner was now wondering if it'd have been better to have just eaten snow again.

" Please Dot? Could you go to sleep? For me?"

" No no Yakky!" Well, at least she looked cute.

" What'll it take for you to go to sleep, Dot?" Yakko moaned to himself, but the girl had heard him and grinned.

" Stowy Yakko!" Dot answered, trying her best to look cuter. Yakko smiled faintly.

" I don't know any stories, Dot."

" No! Yakky stowy!" She said the best way a three year old could.

" How about you go to sleep now, and I'll tell you one in the morning?" 'Please say yes, please say yes.' His mind chanted over and over.

" No!"

'Darn it.'

" I'll take you to the toy store if you do...." Maybe bribery would work.

" No!" Yakko groaned, turning around, making sure Wakko was still asleep.

" Dot, go to sleep now."

" Stowy Yak!" Sighing, he relented.

" Alright. Just let me think of one." Dot giggled, pleased to be getting what she wanted, and motioned for Yakko to sit next to her. ' You're spoiling her, Yakko...' He yawned. ' But if it means she'll go to sleep...'

" Just one story, and then it's lights out, okay Dot?" He looked her in the eye. She smiled at him.

"Okay Yakky."

Nodding, he snuggled into the hay and racked his memories for any story. Unable to find one, the orphan resisted the urge to groan and looked at Dot. She held his gaze with expecting eyes, and he tried once more, too tired to deal with this. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind, and he smacked his lips, ready to breaky the silence with his story.

" Once upon a time, a brave knight married a beautiful princess....

He could feel himself being rocked up and down, laughing loudly as strong arms held him tight. Yakko looked all around, bouncing as he galloped on the large black horse with his father, who had a large bag tighed safely to his back.

The child saw his mother growing bigger as they aproached her, and she faked surprise, a dainty smile on her lips.

" What is this? My knight has come to rescue me on his large stead." She said dramatically. The puppy-like child nearly jumped at the booming voice of his father.

" Yes, because my princess deserves only the best..." He answered. " Come, my love. We shall run away together and marry happily." Yakko laughed, not undestanding what they said, but finding their shakespear-like tone funny.

"... and they had two sons...."

" But alas! What will become of us? For when we grow of old age no one will be there to take care of us!" The princess held up her arm in fake sorrow.

" Nonsense! You are a princess, and a princess deserves royal treatment. Therefore, I have brought you a gift." The giggling Yakko was lifted into the air, and he was put in the soft hands of his mother, smiling with glee.

" A child, who shall take care of us when we are elders."

The knight's wife chuckled, hugging her son. " Yes, but he is only one, and we are two. If I am a princess and we marry, you will become a King. Who will take care of my husband, while I am treated like royalty?"

The puppy-like child turned to his father.

" Ah, that is why, my dear, I've brought you another gift." Carefully, he removed the bad tied to his bag, and gently revealed a sleeping Wakko, who was apparently undisturbed from the horse's gallop.

Balancing Yakko onto one arm, she reached out for Wakko as the youngest boy gently woke up. Tiny hands pushed the large red hat back, and he met Yakko's gaze. Cooing, the baby strechted one of his hands out. The elder sibling stared with a confused gaze, before holding out a finger, which Wakko grasped tightly. Both brothers smlied, shaking their hands slightly as if greeting each other.

" But they wanted a daughter too." Yakko told his story, vague memories returning and flashing across his eyes as he told the story. Dot smiled slightly, her ears twitching at the last sentence.

" And how did they get a daughter?" She asked, resting her head on his arm.

" Well..." Yakko put a finger on his chin, deep in thought as another memory surfaced. " They planted a garden all over the kingdom. And on the first day of spring every flower in that garden bloomed...

Yakko stared sadly at the flowers of the garden he currently sat in, still a little shakey. He'd woken up to the groans of his mother, which turned into shouts and then evolved to screams. Panicked, the boy had run out of his room, not noticing Wakko's cries as he ran to his mother's bedroom, only to be stopped by his father and unwillingly carried to the gardens.

'Da-doo' had explained to him that it was time to meet his new baby brother, or sister. He had then concluded that it was not worth meeting his new sibling if it made his mom scream like that. His father said that it was tem... tempory-temparo.... that it wouldn't last long, but Yakko hadn't deemed it fair.

So now he was currently among a different and large variety of beautiful and colorful flowers, but he really didn't care.

Yakko didn't remember much when Wakko was born. All he could remember was that his baby brother was in his mother's belly one day, and then crying for food the next. ...And he stinked sometimes.

Come to think of it, he still did.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by some bright at the edge of his vision. Turning his head to get a full view, he spotted a flower. It was a simple flower, with yellow petals and an orange center. It was nothing special, but he liked it.

Walking over, Yakko picked the flower from the stem just as strong hands lifted him from the ground.

" C'mon Yakko." His father grunted as he placed the boy on his shoulders. " Let's go see your new sister."

" And out of the prettiest flower came..... " He paused a moment for dramatic effect, as Dot grinned anxiously, batting her eyes.

" ...you." Yakko finished as his sister giggled.

" And so the knight and his bride took you home, and every night they'd come in and say..."

" Who's the cutest girl?" The woman asked with a smile as the baby in her arms cooed. Yakko only stared from afar, having yet to make himself known to his mother.

Ever since Dottie had been born, it semed that all of a sudden he had to be the responsible one. He couldn't rough house with Wakko as much as he'd like, his parents would always bring up the subject that he had to act his age and be more mature, he had to babysit her and everytime he wanted their attention, they were too busy for him.

All in all, he was jealous of the newest addition to the family.

" That's right, you are!" The clear sound of his mum's voice brought him out of his thoughts. The baby giggled as she was tickled by her father, who was right beside his beloved wife.

" And how'd you ever get so cute?" His father asked teasingly.

" She was born that way, of course." Dottie's mother replied. Shooting a sheepish smile at her, the grown man turned back to the baby, pressing his large nose against her tiny one.

" Tell us your name, young lady." He laughed, before his wife answered softly:

" Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Bannana Fanna Bo Besca The third." She cradled her child gently.

Dot made an annoyed expression at her brother, as he yawned. Upon seeing the irritation on her face, he quickly snapped his fingers as his tired mind remembered.

" And you'd say, 'But you can call me Dot.', and they'd ask, 'Can we call you Dottie?' "

" But we can call her Dottie."

All of a sudden the small baby began to cry, her shrill scream making little Yakko wince, and retreat behind his hiding place as his parents tried to calm her down.

" No, no no. It's okay Dottie-" Another shriek interrupted her father as Dottie struggled frantically in her mother's grasp. Yakko had babysitted her sister long enough to know the reason why she cried. He decided it was time to intervene.

Popping out from his hiding place, he ran up to his mother, the yellow flower in hand, and quickly pulled on her clothes so that he could get her attention.

" Not now, Yakko, I'm taking care of your-"

" She doesn't like to be called Dottie." Both adults stared at him with a confused expression, the only sound in the room being of Dot's cries. An amused smile grew on his mother's face.

" Oh? Did she tell you that?" Yakko shrugged before giving a small nod.

" What else did she tell you?" His father asked teasingly. The eldest Warner thought for a moment before answering.

" She said that if you called her Dottie, you die." Both parents laughed softly, while Dot seemed to calm down and was actually giggling a bit.

" And mom and dad would laugh and laugh, and they'd tickle you." At that sentence Yakko did just the same, earning some giggles from Dot. He also noticed that she yawned when she thought he wasn't looking. " And you'd laugh too."

He smiled wearingly.

" And you'd fall asleep with a great big smile on your heart." Dot nodded, getting the hint and laying down for sleep.

" Pwetty stowy, Yakko." The eldest Warner nodded in agreement, rubbing his bleary eyes.

" Yes it is, Dot. Now go to sleep." Dot wasted no time, and was fast asleep in minutes.

Yakko however, didn't feel like sleeping anymore, despite how tired he was. The memories that flashed by as he told the story made him sad. He wished he could know what happened to his parents. Life as an orphan, unsure of where to take the next step, was frustrating. And he had two siblings to take care of.

No one wanted to give a boy like himself a job, so he had to beg and perform for money. This town was too small for any type of orphanage to even be built. Sometimes it got so bad that he was forced to steal. Luckily it had only been a few times.

He thought of the flashbacks once more. Everything in his memories was blurry. The background, his parents faces, sometimes even Wakko and Dot themselves despite the fact that he still had them. They were faded, and seemed nothing more than a dream of what he hoped had been. But if that was true, then why were the Warner siblings lacking parents. Had something happened to them?

Had they, dare he think of it, abandoned them?

Those flashbacks, dream like and faded, were strange. He struggled to remember more and there were times when he couldn't recall a certain scene. But he did know that they came from a good family. Both morally and economically. The soft silky clothing that he barely managed to remember was different from the ragged raspy clothes of the villagers where they lived.

Maybe there had been a raid. He had heard that after the palace had been taken over, many families with close connections were robbed. That is, if he and his sibs were from nobalty.

Yakko sighed, and positioned himself comfortably in the hay to turn in for a good night's sleep. Someday in the future, he resolved, he would find out what happened to his parents, and hopefully find a way to make things right for living conditions. But no matter what, he wouldn't lose hope. He had to stay strong for his sibs.

A few years later, when the hospital gave him their birth certificate -their royal birth certificates- Yakko Warner nearly fainted on the spot.