The shark blinked, glancing down at the tin can which emitted a clear, echoing sound of the other’s voice. Granted, it probably wasn’t the weirdest thing he had witnessed in Toontown, or the outskirts. It certainly didn’t even reach close to the list. 

“Ye seen anythin’ down there?” the great white asked, making sure to avoid shouting into the tin can. 

The Repairman looked around (thankfully, his siren light was still blinking). Black wires snaked down the tunnel, which forked every which way. A couple of white-gloved robotic hands could be seen doing something far below, though they were too .

“Looks like I have some paths to try,” the inkblot finally said into the can. “There’s a couple to the left and a lower one to the right.”

After looking down again, he added, “And I think we should keep an eye on those robot hands. I’m not sure what they’re doing…”

He remembered unplugging all the wires for the arm controls. Why were these still moving?