“Honestly I don’t think so. At this rate I’ll have to take the train without him! By the way, has it arrived yet?”

Without asking first, he lifted the inkblot up, above his head.

“Can ya’ see anythin’?”

“I don’t know, I’m not – WAUGH!”

The Repairman quickly found himself trying to make sure none of his liquid form got into his companion’s head. He did not want to find out what would happen.

Once he felt secure enough to look around, he looked up at the nearest clock.

“3:17,″ he said to the figure beneath him.

He then realized he could see everyone in the sea of Toons that surrounded them. Dogs, cats, mice, and more unusual creatures and animated inanimate objects were all around. The smaller Toons were seen deftly darting through the crowd, while bigger ones generally moved in straight lines.

“Say,” the Repairman remarked, looking back down at the cup man, “you haven’t told me what your friend looks like…”