Hello! I'm glad you've clicked on my story!

I've decided to write a relationship (completely platonic, mind you) between Dot Warner and Bugs Bunny, since I haven't really seen a story between them on this site. This story is based around the events of an earthquake that resembles one that occurred in 1994, but isn't that one in particular. In fact, I might have exaggerated what could happen during an earthquake quite a bit, so if it doesn't seem believable then it probably isn't.

Now I'm not going to beg you for reviews, but they would be appreciated. I feel like I'm a decent writer, but I definitely have tons to learn. I have the gist of the story in my head, but I'm open to any suggestions. And also, please don't be too harsh. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself, but unnecessary negativity is really not needed. So if you do have a critique (which I definitely do want to hear), please be nice.

And finally, my update times are probably going to be a bit iffy. I have a very busy schedule and the school year is a tough time for me to update. So I'm warning you now that you may get two updates in a week or one update in two months. But I promise you that I will not abandon this story. Please hold me up to that promise if I don't update for a while. I want to see the end of this as much as you do.

Dot pulled the fluffy comforter up to her chin. She was surrounded by at least a half a dozen stuffed animals and a magazine that had slipped to her slide after she had fallen asleep. Her pale pink shades were pulled down tightly, cloaking the room in a comfortable darkness. She rolled over onto her side and yawned. Cursing herself for waking up an hour before her alarm, she yanked the comforter further over her head and snuggled into her pillow.

The cool air drifting in through the cracks around her tiny windows slowly pushed the warmth out of her room. She was thankful for the space heater Yakko had installed a few days before. While Burbank was considerably warm for most of the year, this January was especially cold. Dot listened to the roaring wind pound against the thin metal walls and shivered. As Yakko would say, it sounded like mother nature just received her monthly gift.

The wind shook the walls and she sighed. Living in a giant water tower definitely could cause some extreme motion sickness.

What were those writers smoking? Living in a water tower on TV was one thing, since many cartoon characters lived in impractical homes on their shows. But to have her and her two brothers actually live in a hunk of metal several stories above the ground was madness.

Yakko seemed to be thinking along the same line, since it was number two on the "sibs' no-no list" that neither herself nor Wakko were allowed to leave the tower without him. Of course, Wakko had broken that rule on several occasions. He had a habit of listening to only half of what Yakko was saying. But she never had the guts to descend that ladder alone. Not only did she fear the wrath of Yakko when he was in overprotective big brother mode, but she was deathly afraid of heights.

At least she could see the irony in living 130 feet up in the air.

Dot hugged the stuffed cat she'd had since before they came to the lot close to her. She rubbed her cheek against the toy's matted fur and sighed contently. Wakko loved to remind her that the cat- Muffin, she'd dubbed him- looked too ratty and smelled eerily like low-tide, but who was he to judge? He slept with an autographed Don Knots picture under his pillow, after all.

Dot rolled over. The tower was shaking even more now and the wind had picked up. Why couldn't the studio have put them in a cottage on a hill or someplace more charming than a deteriorating water tower?

The vibrations were becoming more ferocious as she lay there. Her piggy bank began sliding across her dresser and a framed picture of her brothers fell over with a clap. A terrible crack came from outside. Her eyes widened. Surely this couldn't be an-

"EARTHQUAKE!" Yakko shouted from down the hall.

Dot shot up and jumped out of bed, grabbing Muffin as she stumbled towards her brothers' room. She latched onto the wall and flicked the light switch. Nothing. The hallway remained dark and the fear inside of her grew.

"Yakko, Wakko, I can't see!" she cried.

She reached out and groped for something to hold onto as the the walls and ceiling started to crack around her. The bookshelf in front of her collapsed and several picture frames shattered onto the ground. She scrambled over the scattered books and fallen debris when Yakko called out to her.

"I'm right here, Yakko!" she yelled over the moaning earth.

A familiar pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her off of the books. She could faintly make out Yakko's terrified stare as he half-dragged-half-carried Wakko with his other arm. They stumbled through the wreckage of what was once their comfortable- if a bit hectic- home as the earthquake tore through the Warner Brothers lot.

Yakko pulled them out of the hallway just as the TV crashed and sent shards of glass across the floor. Clutching his sibs close to him, Yakko tore through the living room as the tower began swaying violently.

"It's gonna fall over!" Wakko shouted.

Dot buried her face in Yakko's neck, whimpering as he struggled to keep his balance. While she would often claim to her brothers that she had "more courage in her pinky finger than Superman, Batman, and every other superhero combined," she was petrified at the moment. She had never felt such fear, not even when she had to jump off of the tower on the first day of shooting.

Dot was talented enough to hit the pavement without getting hurt, there was no doubt about that, but her fear of heights had made her hesitate and she ultimately costed the crew several takes. What if she somehow forgot what to do halfway down?

Wakko teased her about it for a week after. He finally stopped when Yakko picked him up by the scruff of his neck and dangled him over the bathtub. According to last July's issue of "TweenToon Weekly," it was a little known fact that Wakko hated baths. According to Dot and anyone else within a twenty foot radius of Wakko during one of his weeks long bath fasts, it wasn't. But Wakko's bathing issues was the least of her worries at the moment.

The bathroom door shot open. Water was spitting out of the pipes under the sink and the bathtub had cracked, allowing water to pool onto the stark floor. Her favorite rubber ducky floated towards Yakko's feet as the water gushed into the living room. It looked like Wakko wouldn't have to take another bath anytime soon.

"Yakko, we've got to get out of here!" she yelled.

"I'm right with ya sis," Yakko made a dart towards the large tower door. As he went to put Wakko down to open it, the large beige couch slid in front of it. "Help me get it out of the way, Wakko!"

Her brothers ran to one of the armrests on the couch and pushed against it as hard as they could. The couch finally began to slide across the floor, which was now hidden under a layer of murky water, and set it against the wall next to the door. Yakko grabbed Dot's arm, forced open the door, and pulled her and Wakko onto the landing outside. Her mouth hung open when she saw what was unfolding around the tower.

The studio looked as though Godzilla had just taken a stroll through it. The sound stages were collapsing into piles of rubble. Cars were thrown about as the pavement buckled beyond repair. Plotz's office was still standing, but by the looks of the cracked foundation it wouldn't be able to take much more. The sky was painted in a reddish hue as smoke plumed above Burbank and more fires broke out around the city. She felt Yakko's hand squeeze her shoulder as they watched their world collapse in a firestorm of destruction.

"C'mon sibs, we'd better move!" Yakko pulled her and Wakko close and ran towards the edge of the groaning tower. It started to rock back and forth and Dot clutched onto Yakko as hard as she could. "Dot- you need to let me breathe." he coughed.

She loosened her grip but kept her face buried in his neck. Even Skippy looked like a real Chuck Norris compared to her at the moment. But hey, she was six. That was enough of an excuse to be scared once in a while.

Suddenly, the tower started to fall forward. She heard Wakko gulp as they swayed towards the pavement.

"I guess this is our stop!" Yakko sprinted forward and jumped off the tower with a grip on each of his siblings.

The wind whipped around her as they tumbled towards the ground. Just go to your happy place, she thought. Shopping in Paris, vacationing in the Caribbean. Anywhere away from here. Just as she could envision palm trees off in the distance, Yakko hit the ground with a thud. It was over. Now they just needed to find shelter that wasn't a hundred feet in the air.

"Um... Yakko?" Wakko sputtered.

He was pointing behind them as a large shadow fell over them. Her stomach dropped. Sensing the danger, Yakko ran as fast as his toonspeed could take him and Dot stared at the tower. As much as she hated it there, it was home. It was where Wakko would wrestle with her on the couch and where Yakko would tuck her in at night. She felt a twinge of sadness- it was gone.

She quickly resolved the sorrow that had come over her and focused on getting off the lot with her brothers in one piece. Even though the earthquake had subsided, she knew the aftershocks were coming. Miss Flamiel had taught them just last week that they could be potentially stronger than the first quake, and she'd be darned if she died outside of Plotz's office.

To her horror, the ground began shaking again.

"Yakko, we have to get out of here!" she screamed, holding Muffin close to her.

Yakko took off with an arm around both of his sibs. He swiftly dodged the debris that poured down on them from the buildings crumbling with flames. Dot didn't know what he was going to do. It wasn't safe to be inside, and it definitely wasn't safe to be outside. She frantically searched for someplace- anyplace- that would protect them.

As she looked around the deteriorating lot, her eyes caught the stoop of an old stone building. While the top floor showed some signs of damage, the bottom looked mostly undisturbed and free of flames. The stoop, in fact, looked fully intact. She remembered Miss Flamiel also telling them that while standing in a door frame was not the safest option during an earthquake, it was better than moving around. Heck, anything was better than just standing around at this point.

She shook her head. Who knew the witch's sleep-inducing lessons would ever come in handy?

"Yakko, go to that stoop!" she said.

"What?"

"Just go! It's safer than running around like headless chickens or something!"

Yakko, seeing no other option, sprinted towards the building and the tight knot in Dot's stomach loosened slightly as they got closer. We might actually make it out in one piece, she thought.

She cursed herself when the tremors grew more violent. The earth suddenly split and threw Yakko to the ground with Wakko tumbling down next to him, but Dot wasn't as lucky. Yakko had lost his grip on her when he made contact with the pavement, and she was sent hurdling down into a steep trench the earthquake had formed. She tried to catch herself with her hands, but the force of the fall was too great. She felt pain shoot across her wrist when her tiny hand made contact with the ground.

She cried out as she continued to roll. The jagged earth scraped her skin and tore at her nightgown. She could feel blood stick to her fur as she continued to roll downward, and felt tiny pebbles and dirt fill her cuts.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of rolling, Dot's body slammed against a pile of rubble. She whimpered and slowly sat up. Her head was pounding and she felt sore all over. Her cuts stung and her wrist felt like a thousand knives had ripped into it. And worst of all, her brothers were no where in sight.

She didn't know what to do. So she began to cry.

Dot let out muffled sobs as she hugged herself. Where on the lot was she? How would she get back up to her brothers? Are they even there or are they- no, don't think like that, she told herself. But the thought of her brothers' lifeless bodies buried under a pile of ruble made her heart ache. She had never wanted to hear a joke from Wakko or be wrapped in a hug from Yakko so badly.

For the first time in her life, she was alone.

Dot let out a round of fresh sobs at this. Slowly, she let several more plump tears run down her cheek before finally wiping her eyes dry.

"Stop it, Dot," she said quietly. "You're better than a weepy little girl. You're the Warner sister, for crying out loud!"

She straightened up and looked around. The vibrations of the earth had become nothing more than tremors now, but she still felt shook up inside. Catching her reflection in the puddle next to here didn't help anything, either.

Her once smooth, carefully combed fur was matted and crimson patches littered her body. Some of her fur had even been ripped out entirely. Her pink nightgown was torn and muddy, and her favorite pink bow was barely hanging onto her droopy ears. Her eyes were red and sore from crying. Not to mention, her wrist hanged at an unnatural angle.

While she wasn't nearly as vain as Animaniacs portrayed her to be, Dot still took pride in her appearance. She knew she was cute, as Yakko often told her, but hardly ever acknowledged it out loud. Even though it would shock her fans, Dot wasn't that obsessed with being a "cutie." She'd much rather put her efforts into things other than her appearance, and to her, singing about her looks was anything but fun.

But seeing her ragged appearance had brought the reality of the situation even closer to Dot. She started to call for her brothers in hopes that they would hear her, but snapped her mouth shut when she realized the possibility of attracting any of the undesirable characters known to hang around the studio gates at night. Well, if they were still there.

Dot had seen a circle of men standing in front of the chain link fence in the back of the studio several times over the last few months when she had to be up for early shoots. The stale smell that had penetrated that area of the lot whenever they were around was unmistakably vile, and their low laughs and shady grins were nothing short of uncomfortable.

Sure she had her mallet, but how could she swing it with only one hand? Even though she could throw a pie (along with a variety of objects) at will, Dot felt scared. While she may be able to hold off someone for a few seconds, she was in no condition to fight anyone who intended to hurt her. What she needed were her brothers.

Dot sniffled and hugged Muffin close to her. How was she going to get out of this? She stared at the pile of crumbled stone in front of her and began to formulate a plan. But just as she began racking her brain for ideas, a large, gloved hand gently touched her shoulder.

"Are you alright there, doc?"

"Wakko? Are you okay?" Yakko sputtered as he sat up. His head was pounding and his vision was a bit blurred, but overall he felt okay. Well, as okay as a guy can feel after being thrown around like Elmyra's rag doll.

"Yeah, I think so. What about Dot?" he heard Wakko cough.

Yakko looked around for his youngest sib. He began to panic when her small form was nowhere in sight. Where could she have gone? He didn't see any large piles of rubble near them, so she wasn't buried. Actually, he didn't see anything past the large drop-off in front of him.

"Yakko? Where's- where's Dot?" Wakko asked loudly as he frantically looked for Dot with wide eyes. Yakko's heart raced. What was he going to do?

"Yakko, we have to find her!" Wakko panicked. Yakko meekly bobbed his head and grabbed Wakko's shoulders, trying to calm him down.

"Wak, you've got to calm down. We'll find her," Yakko said, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "Come on, she might have gone down that cliff."

Yakko swallowed as he struggled to subdue the shaking in his legs. Dozens of sickening thoughts prodded at his mind. Maybe she was hurt, maybe she was trapped. He tried to shake the uneasiness churning in his stomach. They were the Warners three- you couldn't have two without the other. That meant that she had to be okay, right?

Yakko pulled Wakko down to the ground next to him. A smokey odor filled his nose as a black cloud formed around them. He frantically grabbed at the ground, leading his brother towards the newly formed crater as the smoke clouded his vision. Breathing heavily, Yakko felt Wakko let go of his hand and stand up.

"Wakko, get down. There's too much smoke up-"

"Yakko? Wakko? Is that you?"

Yakko froze at the voice. Certainly that couldn't be-

"Scratchy? What are you doing here?" Wakko coughed.

"I had an early morning session with Mr. Gibson. Come away from that pit! It's too dangerous to be here right now!" the doctor screeched. Yakko ignored him and continued to crawl towards the crater. He'd be damned if they got out of here without his little sister.

"Boys, get back here! You are going to get burned!" Scratchansniff yelled as he pointed to a roaring blaze that was quickly approaching them. Yakko gaped at the inferno. Dot would be trapped by a ring of fire if he didn't move now.

"Yakko, look out!" Yakko looked up to find a burning piece of debris falling towards him. But before he could move, a body slammed against him and pushed him out of the way. Through his blurry vision, he saw a red hat fall to the ground next to him.

"Thanks Wak. C'mon, we have to get her."

Yakko pulled his brother up- who grabbed his hat so quickly that even Indiana Jones would be impressed- and took off towards the pit. However, a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards despite his protests.

"Scratchy, what are you doing! We have to get Dot!" he roared, trying to kick and shove his way out of the doctor's grip.

"No! It is too dangerous! We need to get out of here. There is a shelter down the road that-"

"Put me down! Dot needs us!" Yakko continued to protest.

"Yakko it's not safe here! Would you really endanger your brother's life right now? We need to leave before you two get lost, too!"

Yakko dropped his head. Scratchy was right. For every second they spent here, another second of Wakko's life was at risk. But how could they go without Dot? His precious baby sister must be so terrified, so lonely. He couldn't stand thinking of her being trapped by herself. Who knows what condition she is in, if she's even- No, he couldn't think about that...

But Scratchy was right. Wakko was here next to him, and he had a job to protect him. There was definitely no way he could lose two sibs today.

Yakko stared at the ground as he let Scratchy carry him and Wakko towards the car. Glared at it, actually. He'd still be in the water tower with his two siblings by his side if it weren't for the ground.

Tears began to well in his eyes. He had just done the one thing he had promised himself he would never do- he chose between his brother and sister. While he didn't really have a choice in this case, it still tore him apart. The horror of this truth was painted across Wakko's face. His little brother looked miserable as he struggled in Scratchy's surprisingly strong grip. For once, his tongue was kept inside of his firmly set pout. Any trace of childhood joy and mischief had been replaced with pure sadness. Yakko couldn't help but feel like that sadness and pain was directed at him.

Yakko turned away and hung his head as they approached Scratchy's car. When the doctor placed them in the backseat, Yakko glanced at Wakko one more time, hoping to see that some of his frustration had melted away. His rage only intensified, instead.

"How could you leave her there?" Wakko said slowly as he stared out the window.

"Wakko, I-"

"She's probably scared shitless down there all by herself!" Wakko interupted, his head snapping towards Yakko.

"Wakko!" Yakko was taken aback. His brother hardly ever swore.

"What, you gonna yell at me? Because I don't care! Just like you apparently!"

"What's that supposed to mean? Of course I-"

"No, you don't care. If you did care about Dot then she wouldn't still be in that hole! How could you?"

Wakko's breathing became ragged. His face was red and tears were welling in his eyes. Realizing what he said, he opened his mouth and tried to soften the harsh blow he had just dealt his brother.

"Yakko- I, I didn't mean-"

"No, you're right." Taking one last look at his brother, Yakko slouched down in his seat and turned towards the door.

For the first time in his life, he had nothing further to say. His own brother had accused him of abandoning their sister, and he couldn't argue he hadn't. Yakko felt like his heart was ripping into two splintered pieces. Feeling a pounding migraine begin to form, he placed his head in his hands and sighed.

Now what was he going to do?

Several miles away from the outskirts of Toontown, the inmates at Clampett Prison were waking up to another long and tiring day of work. Several toons filled the barren hallways with yawns, while some added loud snores to the prison's bleak atmosphere. Guards strolled up and down the rows of cells, but they hardly paid any attention to the prisoners.

It was the same every day. Wake up at the crack of dawn, eat whatever slop was served in the grimy cafeteria, and make various items for the citizens of Toontown. And just like every other day in cell 91393, a black and white toon started his morning by scratching a single line on the wall next to his bed.

Day 14,263.

The once animated and springy toon sat up in his cell with a groan. He stroked his scruffy beard and stared at the wall with bloodshot eyes. Clampett had worn him down to skin and bones, and everyday was the same damn routine. Just like every other day, a knock sounded on the other side of the wall.

"Hey Bosko, what are you going to do today?"

"Same thing I do everyday, Oswald. Try to escape."

"You say that everyday, asshole." the tall toon in the cell next to him snickered.

"And I mean it too. I think I'm just gonna lose it one of these days and gorge out a guard's goddamn eyeballs."

Bosko shifted on his rickety bunk and stared at the clock outside of his cell. After over 39 years in Clampett, he had tried to escape exactly 914 times. While each attempt was equally as unsuccessful as the next, he remained determined to break out of his own personal hell.

Many of the toons on his cell block were like him. They were old news who hadn't had a successful show in the years leading up to their arrests. Many had tried and failed to escape prison and had ultimately swallowed the remainder of their sentences like bad milk.

But that's what set him apart from the rest.

Bosko had sought revenge on the toon who landed him in Clampett since the day he arrived. The knot of bitterness in his heart had been pulled so tight that he thought he would soon burst from it. The only way he could retain any bit of the sanity left in his mind was to take out his worst enemy, ,and he wasn't going to stop trying until he succeeded.

The only toon who understood his struggle was Oswald, who's career had also been shattered by another high horse, white collar toon. While Oswald had only been sentenced for 25 years for theft and assault, he reminded Bosko daily how much he wanted out of this hellhole so that he could try to amend his past.

Bosko, on the other hand, had been convicted for assault and attempted murder. And, as Bosko told everyone he met, he "would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those damned birds."

Now the toon lay on his bunk with his hands folded on his chest. He smiled as he thought of all the ways he could carry out his revenge on that blasted asshole- at least there was one good thing about all of this free time on his hands. But as he closed his eyes and pulled his lips into a twisted smirk, the cell started shaking. Thinking it was just a usual California tremor, Bosko rolled over and faced the wall. But the vibrating was growing more intense and his bed began moving across the cell floor.

Bosko shot up when he realized this was no frequent occurrence. The walls were cracking and the small window above the sink had expanded into a gaping hole. Bosko would have easily slipped through the thin bars to escape, but the guards had placed a thin bracelet around his wrist to block his toon abilities, including the access of his hammerspace, upon his arrival at Clampett. But here was the perfect chance to break into the warden's office, steal the only pair of cutters that could break the bracelet, and escape.

Quickly he moved across the room to avoid the collapsing wall. A wall of dust blinded him for several moments before finally settling. He coughed and wiped his face, relieved to have avoided the falling stone around him.

"It's your lucky day, Bosko." Oswald said from behind him. He turned around to face his closest friend.

"You're right. I think today is finally the day."