“Yeah…you’re gonna need a gas mask if you’re gonna stick with us!” I laughed as the little blob hurriedly pulled on a gas mask.

“And as far as where to….you’re gonna go undercover with us. Can you shapeshift? Or do we gotta mold you like clay so you’re weasel shaped?” I asked, holding up a greaser wig and a James Dean motorcycle jacket.

“If we could shape you like a weasel, you could pass for our 6th brother, Slimy. He was reposed to be in the movie with us, but he got cut out before filming began. He and our other brother Flasher got involved with the summer of love in ‘67 and now they run a yoga studio in Frisco. Don’t believe me? Look up the production art. Anyway, can you do it?”

-Smartass

“I-I’ll do it myself,” the Repairman replied, hurriedly. He tossed the gas mask, pulled a privacy screen from stage right and got to work.

Let’s see…fingers here…ears there…bend a little…feel like my arms should be longer…

A few moments later, he emerged looking vaguely like a weasel, despite still being fairly short. He didn’t seem to walk, however; he seemed to shamble as if he was still a blob, but he was still holding his arms out for balance. It was clear he was not used to legs.

His eyes were still blank, and despite having the silhouette of a generic Toon Patrol member, he was still practically just that: a silhouette.

“Will this work?” he asked, his new mouth dripping with inconsistency and ink as he spoke. He really hoped these guys wouldn’t want to mess with his form further. Yeah, being shapeless wasn’t great, but whatever form he was supposed to have, this was not it.