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Hiya folks! My name is Mikki! I'm new (not really) around these parts of fanfiction (meaning the Animaniacs Fandom) and this is gonna be my first A! story. Here's a brief summary of what it's gonna be about.
Summary: The Warner's get sent to different public schools.
WOW! Told you it was brief. But it will get more interesting than that. I PROMISE JUST STAY WITH ME!
Anywho! I'll just get the stupid disclaimer off of my back and we shalt be set.
I DO NOT NOR EVER WILL OWN THE ANIMANIACS.
So without further ado, I present to you, a 340 word, prologue. TADA! I talk too much.
Prologue: How it Happened
"I've had it, Plotz! Those kids are uncontrollable! They're monstrous! Misbehaved! I never in my life had such awful students!" The CEO of Warner Brothers sighed and rubbed his temples in a vain attempt to rid of his headache the studio's private tutor was giving him. Miss. Flamiel, a whack job of a teacher, stricter than an army officer, and as loud as thunder. Only half listening to the rampaging teacher, the short CEO could only wonder what the Warner trio could have possibly done to put the teacher in such a horrible fit. Then again, they are the Warner's. They could have done anything.
"Miss. Flamiel please just tell me what they did so I can carry on with my day!" Plotz finally snapped. The tutor paused for a moment. Staring at the CEO.
"What did they do?" She repeated. "What didn't they do!" Plotz groaned as she prepared to go through her mental list of misconducts the Warner siblings have done.
"They put glue in my coffee, they purposely jam the stapler, they put thumb tacks on my seat, they ignore everything I say! I can't stand it anymore Plotz! I quit! Go find another tutor dumb enough to teacher the little hellions!" With a final huff, the enraged teacher stomped out of the room and slammed the door with a loud bang. Plotz sat dumbfounded, still staring at the empty seat where the tutor once sat. He slumped back in his office chair and put a hand on his forehead.
"What am I going to do now?" He muttered to himself. Plotz sat in silence for several moments speculating his options or coming up with some sort of plan. Then it hit him. Plotz then picked up his desk phone and started dialing. It rang a few times before someone picked up.
"Miss. Jay?" He spoke to his secretary. "Could you send Ralph to fetch me the Warner's. We need to have a discussion."
WOWZER! Dat was short. The plot doesn't actually kick in until the next chapter.
So if you want more just click on that fantastic review button and send me a nicely worded comment, question, concern, etc. and I shall start typing up the next chapter for your (and yours only) enjoyment.