Ask Brain!

two seasons? just heard we're getting a third.🤩

((Is this blog still active?? Troz))

"Welllll....Brain, have you ever been in love? Like truly, heels-over-your-head squooshy-wooshy in love?" Pinky sighed dreamily, sinking into the feeling. "Oh Brain, I've really found someone. He's smart and brave and I can't seem to stay away from him." ((You and I probably know who he's talking about, but he's neglected to mention it to Brain...))

Psst...Brain...I've got a secret.

Hey Brain, what would Dot do if the water tower caught fire? She'd Warner Brothers! Hahahahahaha!

((There are times when I think of doing a thread set in Acme Falls from Wakko's Wish. Braving a blizzard or something...but I dunno.))

“Not. A. Bit,” Pinky beamed. “Can I get you anything Brain? Food pellets? NyQuil?”

It was several deathly still hours before morning, when Pinky stirred. “Ooh, I needed me that shut-eye…” His ears perked, realizing just how awake he felt. “Narf poit zort trooooozz!!!” He happily squawked all of his favorite tics and fell into a giddy cackling fit. Pinky blinked at his buddy when he had calmed down. “I see you Brain! Ooh, you look like you could use a little sleep yourself. Your eyes are all baggy.”

"I think I can make out your squishy red button nose, haha…” He laughed weakly and kissed Brain atop the head. “Thank you for everything Brain. I’d be a right goner without you.” He curled up next to his favorite mouse and drifted off to sleep.

Pinky’s eyes settled on the white blob that he assumed was his friend and rubbed the hand that held his. Had he not been sick, he would have been jubilant about the extra attention he was receiving. “Well it’s just that they wanted *you* as a test subject, and you were all busy and I know you don’t like being disturbed and I thought it was going to be something yummy and…” He leaned on the other mouse. “…oh Brain, it was awful.”

Mm-hmm. I think it might be sitting on that blob over there. Or maybe that one. I’m all turned around. (His strength leaving him again, he sank to the floor of the cage again.) Brain? How do humans run on their exercise wheels if their arms are so much shorter than their legs?

Ooh, I hope it was *cough* her secret lover. Me heart's pounding, it is. The fever's gone at least. Where are we now, Brain? ((Hope I didn't rush you.))