While he was messing around with the mallet and the trap, I gave a signal.

“All right boys….on the count of three, we jump this chump!”

“Is that on three, boss?”, Stupid asked, “or after three?”

I glared at him, and I snapped, “Just…. just jump on him!”

“One,” I counted, as we inched closer, “Two,” we posed, ready to jump. “Three!”, I shouted and we all jumped on the Breaker.

All of a sudden, we heard a whistling noise, and Stupid shouted “Cannonball!”, and then he belly-flopped on us.

“Uh-oh….” He whimpered, as the floor shook, and we crashed through the floor, going down. We all crashed through floor after floor, till we hit the basement.

-Smartass

“Oof! What the–?”

And then the Breaker fell.

The Repairman, meanwhile, was still trying to regain control of his own giggling. Was it really this hard for weasels? He couldn’t even hear the leader’s orders over his fits.

He did, however, get to see five weasels and his alternate universe self crash through several stories in that classic Toony fashion. This only made him laugh even harder as he looked into the newly-created hole. Because of the mass of Toons that fell, it looked less like a singular Toon shape and more like an abstract painting.

The Repairman stopped laughing and started screaming as his bouts of laughter caused him and his wheelchair to fall down the hole.

So this is what “die laughing” means…

He landed, still screaming, with a splat! on the basement floor next to the others.

Once he got up, he still had a weasel-ish form, but the fall was not kind to that. He began fiddling with his wig, trying to get it to its normal handsome look, when the wheelchair landed on him, squashing the inkblot into something resembling a Rorschach test.

The Breaker was seeing stars, but he was still up. Granted, “up” is not that impressive when you’re the same size as the Repairman, but it was clear he was still standing. And that the finger trap was still on him. He tried to steady himself, swaying every which way in the process. He swung his half-broken mallet around as he did so.

“You got a frenemy…” he slurred in his daze, “…When the toad looks rather dead…”