“In ten minutes?” Bruce asked, perplexed. “Mate, at this rate, ye’ll be lucky if ye get there in ten months-” He stopped shortly upon the other insisted that they weren’t traveling to the United States by the transportation beneath them. Curiously, the great white titled his head. “And just ‘ow’re ye gonna be gettin’ there?”
The Repairman was somewhat taken aback by the shark’s stipulation. Ten MONTHS? Why would it–
Ah. Bruce didn’t know about other Toon universes.
“I don’t mean the USA in this world,” he began, “I mean the town of Free Country, USA. Part of an entirely different Toon world.”
The Repairman was aware of a “Toontown” hub for Toons of all franchises, but he spent most of his time in individual worlds, so he preferred to explain it that way.
“You see, different stories need different worlds, so Toons have different universes depending on their needs. As for how I’ll get there…”
He looked at his oar uncertainly.
“…Honestly, I’m not sure, myself. I just go in a certain direction for a bit and I’m there. It’s convenient, really.”
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