Grabbing a roll of duct tape from the hammer space behind my back, I gleefully duct taped the Breaker’s mouth shut just in case we’d hear any unwanted chin music out of him.

I saw the Repairman give me a funny look as he and Stupid were both picking up the lumps that made up the Breaker and plop them around the wheelchair.

“Greasy! Psycho!,” I barked, “don’t just sit there with your thumbs up your asses. Go and find us some small boxes to cart this chump away!”

Wheezy produced several small boxes from his own hammer space and held them up to me. “Why’d you have those behind your back?” I growled.

“Figured we’d need them, so I found them.”, he replied, to which I said as I smacked them out of his hand, “Go find them again! Those are cheap over. I’ll be doing most of the work with arresting this guy! Least you three can do is get us better boxes!”

With that, I helped Stupid and the Repairman use a putty knife to scrape the remaining lumps of clay off of the floor.

-Smartass

The Breaker gave a muffled sigh as where his mouth would be was taped up. Both he and the Repairman idly wondered why this would matter, but the gesture seemed to be good enough for Toons.

As the other weasels looked for better boxes, the Repairman went over and grabbed the cheap ones. Hey, they could come in handy…

He turned to Smartass.

"Hey, if you don’t mind me asking,” he asked, out of idle curiosity, “What do you get out of all this?”