Happy Father's Day everyone! Thank you so much for all of your reviews. I'm glad to hear that people are enjoying the story! So for this one-shot, I was inspired by an Animaniacs fic that I read recently, which played with the idea that being stuck in the elevator during "Ups and Downs" for so long would've messed with Wakko's hypoglycemia. I thought it was brilliant and well written. It's called 'Elevator Emergency' and I would highly recommend checking it out after reading this chapter!

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"How Hypoglycemia Can Hamper Your Hammerspace."

Wakko glared at the pamphlet in his hands, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he did his best to decipher the medical information in front of him, his body sinking further into the red chair in Hello Nurse's office. The pretty woman had left to go grab something, leaving him to look at the boring pamphlet instead of her.

He looked out the window, deep in thought. The past two days had been…not so faboo, to say the least.

It had started like any other normal day—Dr. Scratchansniff was escorting Wakko to see Mr. Plotz, as the middle Warner had eaten another one of the CEO's possessions: a conference table. But what could he say? He was hungry.

Then the elevator stopped working. The two were trapped for at least ten hours before two maintenance workers ended up getting stuck with them as well. Apparently, they had been in there for almost seventeen hours. Wakko had passed out after about fifteen, though he didn't really remember it.

Dot had filled him in once he woke up. According to her, when Wakko didn't return to the tower for lunch or dinner, Yakko had practically turned the studio upside-down looking for him. Then there was something about her, Yakko, a pink helmet, the Batmobile, Yakko almost getting arrested, and a hole in Plotz's house. He was still groggy when she told the story so he didn't catch all of it, but he knew at the very least that Plotz was angrier with their older brother than usual.

The two had eventually figured out that he and Scratchansniff were trapped in an elevator and rushed back to the studio with emergency services in tow. It was there that they had found Wakko passed out in the p-sychiatrist's arms, prompting them to rush him to the emergency room.

And so, Wakko woke up in the hospital. The doctors said he would be fine as long as he took it easy for the next couple of days and got his blood sugar up—they said he was hypoglycemic, so being stuck in an elevator for several hours without food had taken a toll on his glucose levels (whatever those were). Then they dumped plenty of pamphlets and info packets about the condition onto him and Yakko.

So, there was a reason the middle Warner always felt the need to "pack away the snacks"—who knew?

When they had gotten back home, Yakko had made it his mission to read every pamphlet and packet he could get his hands on, and did additional research until three in the morning when Dot yelled at him to go to bed. Wakko, on the other hand, grabbed something to eat, skimmed a couple of articles, and took a nap. He loved his brother, but it really seemed like he was overreacting a bit. So he had to watch his blood sugar and make sure he didn't go too long without eating—that's all he needed to know. Not what happened in his cells or atoms or whatever other science-y stuff was involved.

Apparently though, since he was a toon, there was more to it than they had initially thought. Yakko had found an article that stated low glucose levels could temporarily cut off access to one's hammerspace.

Which was why Wakko was sitting in Hello Nurse's office, trying to understand in greater detail why he couldn't pull an anvil out from behind him and why his gag bag had become a normal burlap sack. He had come alone, as it was an 8 AM appointment, and he already felt bad that his siblings had turned over every stone in the lot and beyond looking for him. On top of that, Yakko had taken it upon himself to do research for his brother rather than sleeping.

Wakko frowned. He really shouldn't have eaten that conference table. He'd have to find a way to make it up to his siblings.

"Um, Wakko?"

The middle Warner looked up to see Hello Nurse standing in front of him, two books in her hands, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. The woman of the year…

"Hellooooo nurse!"

"Yes, you said that when you walked in," she said, patting his head. "Now, I've found two books for you. One is about how hypoglycemia affects your hammerspace, and the other has exercises on how to regain access to it."

Wakko took the books and, out of habit, tried to shove them into the space behind him, only for them to fall on the carpet with a thud. He looked back up at the nurse. "How long until I get my hammerspace back?"

"It could take anywhere from two days to a week," she replied as he turned and picked up the books. "It varies from toon to toon." She led him to the door and opened it for him, adding, "Now you go home and be a good little boy. And don't do anything that will make Yakko touch the Batmobile again."

"No promises!" he replied with his typical goofy smile. "Goodbyeeee, nurse!" He hopped to her eye-level, planted a big wet kiss on her cheek, and left the building.

XXX

After several attempts to climb the water tower ladder with an armful of books, Wakko had finally made it inside and was now sitting at the kitchen table pouring over one that Hello Nurse had given him. He had spent about ten minutes on The Science Behind Hypoglycemia and the Hammerspace before closing it; all the chemistry and medical terminology flew over his head. This one was a lot more interesting—even if he wasn't a bookworm in the slightest, Wakko had always loved and excelled at Toon Theory (though he preferred actually performing it over reading about it).

As he read though, he found his thoughts drifting elsewhere again. Yakko and Dot must've been so worried about him yesterday and the night before. Especially Yakko—he always got worked up when he felt like he couldn't protect his siblings. Wakko knew it was part of being an older brother, as he often felt the same way when Dot found herself in a pinch. He knew there was more stress for Yakko though. He was the oldest and had two younger siblings to worry about rather than just one.

He sighed, closed the book, and headed into their shared bedroom where he found Dot and Yakko both still asleep on the bottom bunk, Yakko wrapping a protective arm around her. Probably fell asleep after Dot dragged him into bed at three in the morning, he thought.

Stifling a small laugh, he turned his attention to the nightstand where three pink concert tickets laid. Princess Ariel Live. He picked them up and frowned; he and his siblings were supposed to go the night he got trapped in the elevator. Dot had really wanted to see her sing, while he and Yakko had been looking forward to seeing…other things. Well, more so Yakko. Wakko liked girls, but his brother took it to an entirely new level.

He looked at his sleeping siblings, then the ticket again—Disney Studios wasn't far away, right? He wouldn't be able to get them an entire concert, but maybe at least an autograph since they'd been through so much the past couple of days…maybe an autographed picture of her in that seashell bra for Yakko…

Wakko nodded and smiled to himself, his mind made up as he quietly climbed the ladder and reached under his pillow to grab his gag bag. The little sack looked so sad and empty without a swirling vortex of hammerspace inside, but at least it could serve as a regular pouch.

He crept back down the ladder and into the kitchen before opening the sack. There wasn't much—just a lone sock that probably found its way in when he stuffed it under his pillow the night before.

Okay, Wakko, priorities…snacks.

He opened the fridge and restrained himself from dumping everything he saw into the bag; Yakko and Dot needed to eat too, and there was no way he could carry thirty pounds of food down the tower's ladder, let alone all the way to Disney.

He settled on a quart of orange juice, half of a birthday cake, a stick of butter, a banana, and a fork. Normally he'd eat a lot more, but he wouldn't be gone for very long. Tying his now full pouch, he paused and looked at the kitchen table.

Other priority…don't give Yakko a heart attack.

He grabbed a pen and a loose piece of paper, scribbled something down, and snuck out of the tower.

XXX

Should've remembered money for a cab.

Wakko shrugged at his own forgetfulness, dragging his beloved bag along the sidewalk. Sure, Disney wasn't too far away if you had a car, but the walk was pretty long and boring. Once he had realized he didn't have his wallet, he tried to pull of Dot's cute routine to get a free ride—it didn't work.

Oh well. At least it wasn't too hot out yet and he was in broad daylight. Not that anyone would dare jump him—according to the public, he still had his hammerspace and packed the hardest mallet swing out of the Warner trio.

He should've packed more orange juice, though. The walk was tiring.

After a few more agonizing minutes, he reached the gates of Disney studios, an arch with the Mickey Mouse emblem standing tall above them. Ahead of him stood a line of Disney stars showing IDs to the guard at the gate before walking in.

Well, that's not an option, he thought. He inspected the line for a few minutes before his eyes landed on two ugly girls, one with red hair, the other with brown, both in big poofy dresses that made their butts rival that of the Hip Hippos'.

He had an idea; it was one that would probably make Yakko impressed yet facepalm at the same time, but it was an idea.

He silently crept along the shadows near the gate, his black fur helping to hide him in the darkness. His heart thudded in his chest as he silently counted down the moments until the two were close enough…he'd have to be quick…

Three…two…one…

With one fluid movement, he stashed himself under the brunette's puke-yellow dress, the layers of frills concealing him from wandering eyes. The woman didn't even seem to notice; she was too wrapped up in her argument with the redhead.

Wakko breathed a barely audible sigh of relief. Now he just had to make sure this lady didn't notice a kid was right underneath her butt and he'd be at the Princess Lot in no time.

It was hard at first to keep in time with the woman's steps, as she kept stopping every ten feet to yell at the other girl who was apparently her sister. If Wakko wasn't unbelievably grateful for his siblings before, then he definitely was now. Even when Yakko and Dot were bickering at their worst, they weren't even close to half as bad as these two.

Eventually Wakko grew accustomed to the woman's crazy steps and avoided bumping into her or getting stepped on. If he squinted, he could see through the ugly fabric that they had just passed Snow White's set. He was definitely getting closer to—

"Drizella, you have a tail!"

Wait—

Before he could even finish the thought, a piercing shriek came from directly above him as a high heel kicked him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Oof!" He rolled out from under the dress and onto the pavement, clutching his bag as tightly as he could.

"Ew, it's an ugly cat kid!" the shrieking woman yelled.

"I'm not a cat!" Wakko spat, still laying on the ground. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around as a group of Disney toons began gathering, all eyes locked on him. He swallowed. An audience was not what he needed right now.

"Hey, it's that weird Ringo-sounding kid from the water tower at Warner Bros!" the redhead yelled, pointing a finger at him. "How'd you even get in here?!"

"I don't care how he got in here! He was looking up my dress!" the brunette screeched. She pointed to a few men in the crowd that had gathered. "Guards, get this trespassing Peeping Tom out of here!"

Wakko didn't need any other cues. He leapt over the crowd, thanking whatever worldly being decided that hypoglycemia wouldn't cut off his entire toon arsenal, and sped further into the lot before coming to a screeching halt when he slammed into something.

He looked up to see a short, dark-skinned man with angry eyes, a black beard, and a sword in his hand. A guard from Aladdin. And there were nineteen others beginning to surround the young Warner.

"Alright, kid," the guard said, pointing his sword at Wakko. "Don't put up a fight and I won't kick your ass too hard."

Part of him really wanted to take him up on that offer since the weapon was less than an inch from his nose, but Wakko was a Warner: a damn good actor and a brave one at that.

He swallowed his fear and smiled as he reached into his bag, pulling out the stick of butter and the sock. "Do you know what a buttersock is?" he asked cheerfully.

"A butter wha—oof!" The guard fell to the ground when Wakko smacked him across the head with the sock, the stick of butter shoved inside it.

"Faboo!" Wakko exclaimed. It actually worked! He turned to the rest of the guards as he swung the sock over his head, their mouths dropped in shock. "Who else wants to play with my buttersock?"

XXX

Yakko sat up abruptly in bed. "Something tells me a perfect 'Goodnight everybody!' just happened and I wasn't around to see it."

"YAKKO, WAKKO LEFT A NOTE ON THE TABLE AND NOW HE'S ON TV!" Dot's voice yelled from the living room. "And before you make some comment about us always being on TV, he's on the news, not our show."

Darn. Dot was getting good at predicting his wit. Now what the heck was Wakko doing on the news? He walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to his sister and listened to the reporter intently.

"Wakko Warner of Warner Bros. Studio, star of Steven Spielberg's 'Animaniacs', has been spotted at Disney Studios this morning. Eyewitnesses state that he was first seen hiding underneath Drizella Tremaine's dress. After being confronted by a group of guards, Warner whacked each and every one unconscious with a sock full of butter before going into hiding somewhere on the studio lot. Security is still searching for him. Interestingly enough, two days ago Wakko's older brother and co-star, Yakko Warner, hijacked Warner Bros. Studio's beloved Batmobile and crashed into CEO Thaddeus Plotz's house with their sister, Dot Warner, coming along for the ride. It looks like the water tower trio is just as zany to the max in real life as they are on their show. Back to you with the weather, George."

Yakko facepalmed. Plotz was gonna murder them both—in fact, he was willing to bet he was having the writing team come up with ideas on how to run the show with just Dot. Either way, Wakko was just in the hospital yesterday morning. Why was he—

"Here's the note," Dot said, interrupting his thoughts and shoving it near his face. He took it, immediately recognizing Wakko's chicken scratch.

Hi Yakko and Dottie (haha),

I felt bad that you guys had to go looking for me the other day, so I am going to Disney to get you a present. Don't worry, I brought snacks so I won't die.

Love, Wakko

"He's lucky he just got out of the hospital or I would kill him for the Dottie thing," Dot grumbled, sinking further into the couch.

Yakko sighed, playing with the note in his hands. Sneaking around under girls' dresses, breaking into Disney, beating guards with a buttersock…Wakko really had a talent for amusing him and giving him a migraine at the same time.

Regardless, the kid still didn't have hammerspace and that sock wasn't going to last very long.

"C'mon, sister sib," Yakko said, getting up from the couch. "We should go fetch our brother before he lands himself in the hospital again. Or puts the entire Disney studio there."

"We can't," Dot said simply, looking up at him. "They've got LAPD below and on top of the tower! I think they're afraid we're gonna go help Wakko tear Disney apart after—"

"The Batmobile incident, I know," Yakko finished, rolling his eyes. He sat back down and added, "Why didn't you wake me up as soon as you found out about all this?"

"You need your beauty sleep or you're gonna have wrinkles by the time you're twenty!" Dot exclaimed, poking his face.

"I wonder why," he said sarcastically, looking back down at Wakko's note. Well, at least he knew where his brother was this time. Every fiber of his being wanted to go to Disney and hunt him down, but he knew breaking out of the tower would not be a good idea; every police officer out there probably had a toon-proof net waiting for him and Dot. He didn't want her getting dragged into this too, especially after the stunt they had pulled the other day.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves, more for Dot's sake than his own. Wakko was at Disney, the company that wouldn't ever risk their squeaky-clean reputation…right? Then again, their little "renaissance" was giving them enough money to make anything "disappear" …

He shook his head. No, Wakko would be fine. But what if he didn't bring enough snacks and passes out again?

He groaned at himself, dragging a hand down his face.

Being the oldest was hard.

XXX

Wakko leaned against the hard bark of the tree he was perched in, finishing the last of his orange juice and cake. Disney security was still looking for him—he had whacked at least 30 guards across the head with the buttersock. Sadly, the butter had melted in the heat of the Californian sun, which was why the middle Warner had gone into hiding.

It wasn't all bad; Disney was starting to run out of toon guards. Security was comprised mostly of humans who would never be able to catch him unless they ganged up, and it seemed like the toons they had left weren't a huge threat. He was pretty sure he had seen Goofy wandering around with a shield.

On the downside, he had seen paparazzi and reporters wandering around too. Hopefully Yakko and Plotzy haven't turned on the news yet, he thought. He shifted his gaze further down the lot, now clearly able to see the blues and aquamarines that covered Ariel's set, knowing that his gift for his siblings was just a quick jaunt away.

Bag slung over his shoulder, he made his way back down the tree and hugged the shadows cast by various buildings and sets on the lot. He was getting closer and closer to Ariel's and he had to be quick, as that cake he had eaten would only last so long. Only a few more yards—

"There he is!"

Wakko spun around to see a group of photographers close behind him, shouting and snapping pictures. Shoot, he thought. Now the guards are gonna—

"I'M GONNA HYUCK YOU UP!"

The Warner spun around again to see the remainder of the Aladdin guards charging toward him, all led by Goofy holding a shield and a wiffle ball bat in his hands.

Wakko reached into his bag and pulled out the banana before chucking it at Goofy's feet. The lanky toon fell backwards onto the ground, arms and legs flailing as he bellowed the signature Goofy scream. Wakko chuckled and attempted to run from the guards again, but one picked him up by his ears and held him away at arm's length.

Desperate, he pulled out the only thing left in his gag bag—a fork—and pointed it at the guard. "You stay away from me," he warned. "I'm not afraid to use it!"

The man let out a big laugh. "You're a big talker for a little pipsqueak. Leave the yackin' to your brother. I'm turnin' you—"

"Wait! Stop!"

Wakko turned his attention to the voice, which came from a redheaded girl with determined blue eyes and a sparkling silver dress that shined in the sun as she ran towards them. Woman of 1989…

"Helloooooo nurse!" he yelled, still in the man's grasp.

"Princess Ariel," the guard said with a slight bow. "We were just taking—"

"Is that a dinglehopper?" Ariel asked excitedly.

Wakko was confused for a moment, then looked at the fork and smiled as he nodded, tongue flopping. "I'll trade ya for two autographed pictures."

"Deal!" she exclaimed giddly, snatching the fork from his hand. "I can add it to my collection!" She turned her attention to the guard. "Put him down. He's my guest."

"But—"

She ignored him. "It's Wakko, right? I'm Ariel. Eric and I love your show. Would you like to have lunch with us?"

Wakko smiled and nodded. Ariel is faboo.

XXX

Sitting through these commercials is almost worse than sitting through that Mario Brothers movie.

Yakko drummed his fingers against the arm of the couch impatiently. He and Dot had been watching the news all morning for updates on Wakko, and they only new piece of information they had was that their brother had taken out the majority of the guards with that stupid sock and tripped a surprisingly aggressive Goofy with a banana.

He knew Dot was getting worried despite her bad attempts to tell him that she was fine. He was incredibly perceptive of his siblings and could see plain as day that she was just as glued to the TV as him. Maybe—

"I'm home!"

"Wakko!" Dot screamed. Before Yakko could even process anything, Dot was in front of their open door, squeezing their brother in a hug comparable to Elmyra's. He took a moment to realize it: Wakko was okay. Tired and being squeezed to death by his little sister, but okay. The talk about breaking into a multimillion-dollar studio could wait.

He leapt over the back of the couch and sprinted to his little siblings, picking them up and wrapping them in a tight hug.

Okay, he thought. Maybe being the oldest isn't that bad after all.

XXX

After tucking Dot in for the night, Yakko wandered into the kitchen and to the fridge where he poured himself a glass of Lactaid and sat down at the table next to Wakko, who, surprisingly, wasn't distracted and had his nose deep in a book about toon theory. The older sibling felt bad about breaking his concentration, but he needed to talk to him.

"Alright, brother sib," Yakko said casually. "I know you touched on it in your note this morning, but do you mind telling me in full detail why you smacked down thirty guards and Goofy today to get Ariel's autograph?"

Wakko frowned, closing his book. "I know you two had really wanted to go to that concert the night I got trapped in the elevator and Dot told me how worried you were when you were looking for me. I wanted to do something to make it up to you guys."

Yakko couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wakko ended up in the hospital and he felt bad for them?

"Wakko," he began softly. "The concert was the last thing on my mind or Dot's once I realized that you were missing. And of course I was worried, I'm your big brother! How could I—"

"I know, I know," Wakko said quietly. "But you got in trouble with Plotzy because you were looking for me."

Yakko snickered. "I don't think he's too thrilled with either of us after today. Look, Wak. None of what happened with the elevator was your fault…ehhhh okay, maybe you shouldn't have eaten that conference room table," he joked. "But it's not like you knew that the elevator would get stuck for seventeen hours, you would pass out, or that you had hypoglycemia. Heck, I barely knew what it was before yesterday!"

"That's the other thing I feel bad about," Wakko said, resting his chin in his hands. "You were doing all the reading on that stuff and you aren't even the one who's sick!"

"Again, I'm your big brother," Yakko said, taking a sip of his fake milk. "I wouldn't have let you stay up all night reading even if you had wanted to. You needed to take it easy and rest." He sighed, then smiled. "Look, sib, I appreciate you going out of your way to do something for me and Dot, but ehhh…how about next time just a 'thank you'?"

Wakko nodded happily, tongue hanging out of his mouth once again. "Okay!"

"Good," he replied, patting his brother's cap before getting up and walking over to the pantry. "Now how about we eat all of Dot's snacks while you tell me all about your little adventure? I wanna hear about the whole 'dress' fiasco."

Thank you again everyone for all of you for reading and reviewing. It's always appreciated and encouraged! Goodnight everybody, and I'll see you in the next one-shot!