Arz cracked his neck as he turned around to face the world. What he wasn’t expecting was the massive amount of property damage he had done in his moment of excitement. One of the springs from the trampoline had shattered the windshield of a nearby car, causing the alarm to blare obnoxiously. Cobblestone was tossed haphasrdly on the sidewalk, some of it striking a fire hydrant with the oni’s brute force. Water was pouring out of the end and spilling onto a street, washing some of the dirt spilled from Arz’s digging into the nearest flood drain. He stared at the disaster pensively until something horrific crossed his mind.

He doesn’t have this world’s currency.

Arz lifted the Repairman’s tool cart over his head with relative ease before looking down to the cartoon blob. 

“Let me tell ya Tinker, jail ain’t a place fer folks like yerself. And if ya don’t want a record ya best run like yer life depended on it! Cause it does!” The oni rushed off at a ridiculous speed, though this is mostly due to cartoon logic. By the time the dust settled, he was already down a couple blocks. He stopped and turned to see the Repairman, throwing a free arm up in exasperation. “What I gotta carry ya around? Hurry up, Tinker!”

All the Repairman could do is gawk in shock as the other grabbed his cart out of the blue and started to flee with it.

“Wha…what are you talking about…?" was all he could mumble as he stared at the getaway.

As soon as the other called back to him, he snapped out of it and gave chase.

”GIVE IT BACK!“ he shouted, giving chase as fast as his body could take him. He wasn’t worried about police; property damage in Toontown was no big deal, and the jails were practically made of tin.

That cart, and those toolboxes, however…

Those were his.