Wakko's POV:

"What seems to be the problem Wakko?" Scratchy asked.
"Sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling." I replied.
"In your case, most of those feelings are hunger."
"I know what hunger is, I have that feeling 24/7. But this is something different." I sighed.
"Stupidity?"
"No."
"Maybe you want to talk to mister puppet head." Scratchy pulled his doll out of his pants.
I made a face.
"Hello Wakko! I'm Mister puppet head."
"No one likes you." I replied.
Scratchansniff quickly put the doll away.
"Wakko what's on your mind?" He asked.
"Doc we've already been through this. It's my hair."
"Wakko!" He yelled.
"Hi Doc." I waved.
He clenched his teeth together.
"Alright that's enough! Get out! Get out! Get out!" He screamed and quite literally kicked me out of his room.
"Some P-sychiatrist."

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"How'd it go?" Dot asked.
"Terrible!" I replied.
Just then, the phone rang.
"I got it!"
"No I got it!"
Yakko grabbed the phone.
"I never get to get it."

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Sorry I know this chapter is short... sorry. I just wanted a cliffhanger. XD