Beepsumu cast her eyes downward. “W-well, um… We don’t know. I’m not really sure what effect we could have on a dimension we don’t belong in, but I imagine it wouldn’t be good… Anyways, the house. Please come with us.” She took Bowyetta’s hand and led the two indoors. “Gosh, we’re sorry to trouble you over something like this, but we can’t risk harming someone else’s dimension.”

The Repairman, whose business mainly revolved around going to universes he didn’t belong in, tried to reassure Beepsumu: “Relax, the dimensions’ll still be around when you leave. Besides, more often than not, things don’t really change for long.”

Then again, the Repairman did have an incredible lack of presence for decades…

“Eh, that’s all right, it happens all the time. I just wish there were more Toons who were as concerned as you. Now, let’s see…”

He pulled a cart out of seemingly nowhere. It had a large red toolbox on the top shelf, and a large blue one on the bottom. Digging into the red toolbox, he produced a blowtorch, a full face mask, and a sheet of metal. This job shouldn’t be too hard…