Now, I know we don’t have a circadian rhythm going with all this no sun business, but I think it’s about bedtime anyway. You’re just used to being able to eat all the time, so now your body thinks it’s meal time 24/7,” Dot waves a hand, and Yakko nods in agreement. Even though he has the best grasp on the whole gag bag situation, more so than Dot and Yakko himself, he can’t make food either, something he hasn’t stopped grumbling about. “I’m still hungry,” Wakko grumbles, crossing his arms. The floor shakes a little, and Yakko and Dot bounce themselves until it settles. Wakko hops down a second later, however, bouncing off of the metal floor as if it were a trampoline. “Hey, save some of that for the rest of us!” he jokes, and he swears he can hear Wakko roll his eyes. Yakko can hear him chowing down on the steel beams up near the top of the tower. Technically they don’t have to eat, being cartoons and all, but Wakko likes it more than most. Also, to hopefully find something to eat.
Wakko snickers from up in the rafters, having climbed up there to relieve some boredom. “Right,” She smiles, cheered up for the time being. Classic, right?” Yakko jokes, and Dot giggles. When they open that door, we can pretend that our eyes have melted from the sun. They’ve adjusted to the darkness enough that they can see each other, can see the walls full of rivets and the looming door they can’t open- they haven’t really tried yet, though, because they want to see how this joke lands-but it’s still annoying. He hopes the punchline hits soon, though, because his eyes miss sunlight. Locking them up in here, for all time? Man, this prank is really something. The water tower is woefully empty, and they’ve been in the place for about a couple days. “It’s dark in here,” Dot says, and her voice echoes. They can’t prepare food themselves, much less make it appear. There are some visual gags, too, that they can do, but they’re young, not even a year old, so they ate at the mess hall with all the other new toons, or toons who don’t feel the need to make their own. They really only know how to make mallets, at the moment, because nothing is funnier than a well timed slam of one on top someone’s head.
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