“Oh no oh no where did he go?” Without waiting for an answer, the blue cup got into the crowd, probably getting lost again.

The Repairman’s train was coming to the station, bursting with toons who, as soon as they opened their doors, they would hurry towards wherever they would want to go, but they would have to lump with the ones who were already in the station, creating an even more chaotic mass of zany diversity.

Despite this, the red cup could still be seen among the crowd, pouting at the audience. Not the crowd per se, the audience.

Oh, for the love of-

The Repairman took a deep breath. No big deal. This was to be expected; it was a Toon train station, after all. He could still make it to the train if he was fast. He dashed through the throng, making hurried ”‘scuse mes", “sorrys” and “COMING THROUGHs” as he went.

Finally, he found the crack in the wall, as well as its source. He quickly pulled out his trowel and slapped about a pint of cement on the crack, not even caring if it was a smooth fix or not.

“Quit the mugging, would you?” he said sarcastically, turning around.

“Oh.”

It was then that he saw who the offender was.

Is this gonna be a back-and-forth thing?  the Repairman thought.

Out loud, he said, “I saw your friend looking for you.”