Wakko: When's The Last Time You Slept?

Wakko: when's the last time you slept?

Yakko: uahhhh~ a few days ago, I think?

Dot: A few?! How many??

Yakko: (counting on his fingers, then his toes, then his ears, then holds up tail) ...I need more-

Dot: YOU NEED SLEEP!!

She totally would, if provoked...or dared.

Reblog if your muse would pick a fight in a parking lot at 3am

Can I rant a second about how in the Warners and the Beanstalk, even though Yakko and Wakko both 'Hellooo Nurse' at the harp, when the harp is touching Yakko's face he's cringing? No matter how often he jumps into a girl's arms or all the folks he comically smooches, the second the harp is cupping his face and touching him he grimaced and actually glared for a tiny moment

Sorry I can't find a clip to attach but look it up, if interested

Honored

Knuckles and Mighty drabble

@rayyasha asked:

Do think you could do a drabble about knuckles and mighty arguing about who can punch stronger, but then Amy shows up and her hammer is almost too heavy for them?

Thanks so much for your ask! I’ll do my best.

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“Heh.” Smirk curling on his lip, Knuckles stepped back and admired his handiwork. The thunderous crack had snapped through the clearing, the boulder in front of them snapped cleanly in two, debris having scattered around from the impact point. “Beat that.”

Mighty examined the carnage brightly, rubbing his chin in mock curiosity. “Very cool! You can crack boulders. I remember doing that when I was 8.”

“I don’t see you punching anything any harder.”

“Well that’s because there’s nothing here worth punching.” As always, the armadillo’s words carried a budding, positive tone. Knuckles couldn’t even find the strength to be mad, but that did nothing to dampen his competitive streak.

“Gotta have your eyes checked then, buddy. I’m standing right here.”

Out of nowhere, a sharp call cut through the air, distracting the two.

“Boys!” Amy ran up to them, breath coming in short. “Oh my goodness, have either of you two seen Cream? Vanilla is coming to pick her up in twenty minutes and I’m kinda freakin out.”

“Oh boy, Amy.” Mighty leaned back, looking around swiftly. “I’m so sorry, but we haven’t seen her. Need any help looking?”

Frustrated, Amy extended her hand, summoning her hammer in the way only Amy knew how to do. Grunting, she swung the flat of her weapon towards the cracked rock. The deafening boom startled both Knuckles and Mighty, neither prepare for the brunt of the pink hedgehog’s rage.

A moment past, where Amy panted and stared at the empty space where the massive boulder had once stood.

Carefully, almost daintily, she set her hammer down in the dirt, hardly ruffling the blades of grass.

“No thank you!” She exclaimed. “I’ll find her. Watch my hammer will you?”

With speed that might give Sonic’s a run for his money, she was off.

“Well.” Mighty said after a moment, releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “I’m glad to see Amy hasn’t changed a bit.”

“I’ll say.” Knuckles grunted. Wrapping a hand around the handle of the hammer, he moved it away from the remains of the boulder.

Except. It didn’t move.

“What the-” Another tug, then a yank, then a pull. But nothing yielded.

Mighty laughed, watching his friend grow even redder trying to move the brightly painted hammer. “Having trouble there buddy?”

Knuckles spluttered angrily, gesturing to the unmoved weapon. “You try!”

Reaching out, Mighty braced himself. Amy had always packed a punch but she couldn’t have gotten that much stronger.

“Hah.” Knuckles watched the armadillo, arms crossed smugly. “Who’s having trouble now.”

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I’m out of steam but I hope you enjoyed!

Brain: You two have problems.

Dot: Ofcourse we have problems-

Wakko pointing to Yakko: That’s our father!

Crippling fear of failure and spite have been my primary sources of motivation since I was old enough to reason. Please dont ask me why I want to do things