Beepsumu spoke up, and she seemed just as panicked as Bowyetta. “This is what I was telling you about! Our house acts as a gateway between dimensions… But I don’t know where she took us!”

After about 25 seconds, the group found themselves dropped into a dimension they had never seen before. The sky was extremely dark, and rain was pouring down nonstop. The ground seemed to be made completely of metal, and there was some sort of castle off in the distance.

“Owww…” Beepsumu sat up, and she looked around. “Where the hell are we? And where’s the house?”

Bowyetta spoke up then, and she seemed to be in a panic. “N-not good! Not good we be here! Smithy is very much disliking intruders! We must be making our exit fast!”

Beepsumu stood up, and helped Bowyetta up as well. “Wait, Bowyetta, do you mean…” She glared at Jingletooth. “Why did you HAVE to send us HERE?!”

Jingletooth turned her head. “My finger… SLIPPED on the BUTTON!”

Bowyetta turned toward the building in the distance. “This is being Smithy’s Factory. Bowyetta is not knowing where the house is being, but she is knowing we must finding it fast, or…”

Bonkakira was the next to say something. “Bonkakira fears the house may be inside the factory.”

Even when Beepsumu looked shocked, her mouth was oddly triangular. “What?! How are we gonna get in there?!”

As Beepsumu spoke, something stuck its head out of Bowyetta’s hair. it was shaped like an arrow, but had a face like a dog. “Oh, oh! We’ve been listening this whole time!” It said. “And we think we have an idea!”

“Wait, the whole HOUSE?!” the Repairman shouted, shocked. And to think all he had to do was move from point A to point B.

He didn’t have time to ask more (and he wouldn’t have heard a reply over the rising din anyway), as he suddenly fell and landed on a metal surface with a splat! He tried to pull himself together, but was finding it harder than usual. Ugh. Must be raining.

He tried to reach for his cart, only to find that it was still in the house. He muttered a small “uh-oh.”

Desperately, he looked in his personal hammerspace. A pair of earbuds, three small pieces of flint, a paddleball, and a vinyl record of polka music came out, but no umbrella or poncho.

This wasn’t good. The downpour was making it harder and harder to keep his form. As much as he hated to do it, he held the record above him. It would have to do.

He turned to the others.

“Wait, this is Smithy’s?” If this guy was as bad as Bowyetta said, then yeah, they had better hurry.

He wasn’t as angry as Beepsumu was (most Toon scientists have days like this), but he still glared at Jingletooth.

“Bonkakira’s right,” he sighed, tapping his still-active siren light. “It’s in that castle.”

He jumped as well as he could with a wet floor as some arrow-dog thing popped out of Bowyetta’s hair.

Well, this day was full of surprises.

“…And what would this idea be?” he asked, evenly. Might as well; small and plucky guys often come up with pretty good ideas.