Thank you all for following me! I hope not to timebend like this too often, and I certainly shouldn’t harm what I am meant to fix! Now, if you excuse me, I have some cleanup to do, and maybe a celebration later.
((Thanks a bunch! Sorry, the angle of the Repariman’s eyes was too good to pass up!))
And, since you asked, I came from a leaky pen.
Ohh boy leaky pen? Like in one of my cartoon-y Drawing?? [Stimpysoraus licks the gelatinous goop.]
*ahem* Please don’t lick me again. I…stain! Yes, that’s it! Don’t need an inky mouth, do we?
No relation.
[observe the stimpysoraus is in his natural habbitat]
“DUHH HAPPY HAPPY JJOY JOYUHHHH”
Now, could you please move? I don’t need to relive my experience with Gertie.
You poor thang. Where”d you’s come from?? Daaahhhu [drools]
And, since you asked, I came from a leaky pen.
The small Toon girl nodded in response, letting out another small giggle. She certainly could see how, even as an inky blob whose purpose was to maintain the Fourth Wall, he was still very much a Toon.
“I understand. And an adventure does sound fun. Maybe I’ll have the guts to do it one day…just not today.” She shook her head a bit before continuing. “Besides that, usually I’m genre savvy enough to understand the basics of what would most likely happen. But…you know. Can’t get ‘em right all the time, right?”
“True,” agreed the splotch, getting up. “Hang on a sec, this is bothering me.”
He moved towards the center of the room, brandishing a trowel. He dipped it into a seemingly empty bucket, and then waved the tool in the air for a minute.
“Sorry ‘bout that. That was my fault, so it was even more irritating for me to see it.”
He picked up the bottle again.
“Do you happen to know where the nearest bottomless pit is?”
She frowned a little bit as she crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, Mr. Repairman. I don’t think there’s a bottomless pit anywhere near where I live. Might wanna Google it or something…” she suggested.
“All right. Thanks anyway”
The Repairman carelessly put the bottle away in his hammerspace and turned to Shinko.
“I’ll probably be able to find Toon Town again, and then I won’t have any trouble finding an abyss. Thanks for your help.”
He was turning towards the door when he realized something.
“By the way, how’s that cookie dough turning out?”
[observe the stimpysoraus is in his natural habbitat]
“DUHH HAPPY HAPPY JJOY JOYUHHHH”
Now, could you please move? I don’t need to relive my experience with Gertie.
Shinko giggled a bit at the inky blob.
“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Repairman. Most of the time, I don’t notice! I’m still trying to figure stuff out, you know.”
The Repairman’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise.
“Oh? Well, just be careful with situations like this….unless you aspire to take a major role in an adventure, in which case, feel free to tempt fate all you want.”
The small Toon girl nodded in response, letting out another small giggle. She certainly could see how, even as an inky blob whose purpose was to maintain the Fourth Wall, he was still very much a Toon.
"I understand. And an adventure does sound fun. Maybe I’ll have the guts to do it one day…just not today.” She shook her head a bit before continuing. “Besides that, usually I’m genre savvy enough to understand the basics of what would most likely happen. But…you know. Can’t get ‘em right all the time, right?”
“True,” agreed the splotch, getting up. “Hang on a sec, this is bothering me.”
He moved towards the center of the room, brandishing a trowel. He dipped it into a seemingly empty bucket, and then waved the tool in the air for a minute.
“Sorry ‘bout that. That was my fault, so it was even more irritating for me to see it.”
He picked up the bottle again.
“Do you happen to know where the nearest bottomless pit is?”
“Hmm… I think I know of one I can get to quickly.”
The blot pulled out a cork and plugged the bottle.
“Of course,” he mused, “this would have to be done carefully, to avoid as many sequel hooks as possible.”
The Repairman winced at a sound only he could hear.
“If the bottle remains unprotected, it could crash against some other perpetually falling object….but the more it’s safeguarded, the more likely the Law of Irony will take effect.”
The Repairman looked back up at Shinko.
“Funny how we Toons are inconsistently savvy, isn’t it?”
Shinko giggled a bit at the inky blob.
“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Repairman. Most of the time, I don’t notice! I’m still trying to figure stuff out, you know.”
The Repairman’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise.
“Oh? Well, just be careful with situations like this….unless you aspire to take a major role in an adventure, in which case, feel free to tempt fate all you want.”
“Much better,” he replied. “Thank you.”
The bandage sunk slightly into his form, but was still visible as he looked at the axe-in-a-bottle.
“How do you suppose the bottle could be emptied without any…complications?” he asked.
She frowned a bit at that.
“I…really don’t know. Throw it into a bottomless pit?” she asked the Repairman
“Hmm… I think I know of one I can get to quickly.”
The blot pulled out a cork and plugged the bottle.
“Of course,” he mused, “this would have to be done carefully, to avoid as many sequel hooks as possible.”
The Repairman winced at a sound only he could hear.
“If the bottle remains unprotected, it could crash against some other perpetually falling object….but the more it’s safeguarded, the more likely the Law of Irony will take effect.”
The Repairman looked back up at Shinko.
“Funny how we Toons are inconsistently savvy, isn’t it?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 