Rocky understood he was trying avoiding that subject, and decided to ignore the whole thing and go straight to next one.

“Well,
things’ve been doin’ fine here ‘round Frostbite Falls; those Dreamworks
folks have been treatin’ us better than I thought they would…”

“…but
I’m not sure whatcha mean by over ten years. Didja’ forget our short
film from three years back? Heck, I think the fourth wall cracks are
still there, even.”

Rocky points at the wall, and indeed there were a few cracks, aswell as some dust and spiderwebs surrounding it.

“Dreamworks, huh?” the Repairman echoed, casually slapping a Band-Aid over that small crack.

“Whoa, what?!” he exclaimed, rapidly turning to face the neglected cracks. “How did–?”

He sighed. No point whining or making excuses.

“Well, I guess I gotta get this thing checked,” he muttered, unscrewing the bulb from his siren light and setting it aside. He began to dig for a feather duster, but someone tapped on his shoulder.

Marie held the duster in one hand and pointed to the Wall with the other. The cracks were still there, but she left the Wall sparkling clean there.

The Repairman jumped back, startled.

“I…I thought you were looking out for those spies!”

“There are no spies to see,” Marie replied, irritably. “Just…thought I’d help out here a little…”