Pearson sighed and pointed to Chad. “He’s the culprit. Chad really doesn’t care about walls of the fourth variety.” Chad turned to Pearson. “….I didn’t even have time to read the license plate of the bus you just threw me under!” Pearson chuckled. “Well we gave about 2 minutes before something bad happens. Can you make this quick?” Pearson stepped to the side, clearing the path for the Repairman to fix the crack in the hole.
“Could you please try to tone down with that?” he asked Chad. “I don’t really like visiting warzones.”
He shook his head. It didn’t really matter that much. Not like any injuries to a Toon were permanent, right?
“Anyway, uh, yeah, this shouldn’t take that long.”
He pulled out a paint roller, already slathered with plaster, and began to push it against the Wall, until the entire crack was covered.
He was about to leave, but realized that they just got their computer stolen.
“Um, you need any help with that laptop?” he asked.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 