“Oh no oh no where did he go?” Without waiting for an answer, the blue cup got into the crowd, probably getting lost again.

The Repairman’s train was coming to the station, bursting with toons who, as soon as they opened their doors, they would hurry towards wherever they would want to go, but they would have to lump with the ones who were already in the station, creating an even more chaotic mass of zany diversity.

Despite this, the red cup could still be seen among the crowd, pouting at the audience. Not the crowd per se, the audience.

Oh, for the love of-

The Repairman took a deep breath. No big deal. This was to be expected; it was a Toon train station, after all. He could still make it to the train if he was fast. He dashed through the throng, making hurried ”‘scuse mes", “sorrys” and “COMING THROUGHs” as he went.

Finally, he found the crack in the wall, as well as its source. He quickly pulled out his trowel and slapped about a pint of cement on the crack, not even caring if it was a smooth fix or not.

“Quit the mugging, would you?” he said sarcastically, turning around.

“Oh.”

It was then that he saw who the offender was.

Is this gonna be a back-and-forth thing?  the Repairman thought.

Out loud, he said, “I saw your friend looking for you.”

“Oh, he looks like me but – 3:17!? IT’S GOING TAH LEAVE!!!”

Leaving the inkblot in mid-air, he dashed through the crowd trying to catch the last train.

A few moments later, another cup person peeked through the crowd. He was pretty similar to the one the Repairman met before, except for a few physical differences and that he was blue instead of red.

“…Cuphead…?” he muttered.

The Repairman felt a slight shift, but he didn’t think much of it until he saw the cup man make his exit. Looking down, he quickly fell of his patch of air and landed face first on the marble. It smarted, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to.

He looked up to see someone with a similar mug to the character he had just met.

As this newcomer asked for “Cuphead,” the Repairman looked around, trying to remember which way the red one went. Hmm. He forgot how disorienting faceplanting was.

“Sorry," he finally said to the blue one, somewhat regrettably, "you just missed him. Said his train was going to leave.”

“Honestly I don’t think so. At this rate I’ll have to take the train without him! By the way, has it arrived yet?”

Without asking first, he lifted the inkblot up, above his head.

“Can ya’ see anythin’?”

“I don’t know, I’m not – WAUGH!”

The Repairman quickly found himself trying to make sure none of his liquid form got into his companion’s head. He did not want to find out what would happen.

Once he felt secure enough to look around, he looked up at the nearest clock.

“3:17,″ he said to the figure beneath him.

He then realized he could see everyone in the sea of Toons that surrounded them. Dogs, cats, mice, and more unusual creatures and animated inanimate objects were all around. The smaller Toons were seen deftly darting through the crowd, while bigger ones generally moved in straight lines.

“Say,” the Repairman remarked, looking back down at the cup man, “you haven’t told me what your friend looks like…”