Ask: “Not much time, been in time vortex, made queen Elizabeth the First mad, now army after me, HELP!!”
[[Continued from here]] [[Part 1 of a thing that will answer two asks. Stay tuned.]]
[[Note: due to difficulties with my current tablet, I will be drawing with a mouse again for a while. Not that there was much difference, but there you go.]]
And I would like to keep it short, thank you very much.
Well, the first thing your doing wrong if you want to keep it short is your measuring the wall at an angle! If you want a short inspection, measure it vertically!
The Repairman paused at the remark. He turned his eyes back to his measuring tape.
Indeed, it was crooked. The inkblot would even go so far as to think it was sagging. It certainly wasn’t touching the Wall he was inspecting.
The Repairman’s eyes lowered in embarrassment as he adjusted the tape.
“Barrels, right. Floating down a gentle stream in a couple’a barrels… Hey, what’s that sound? Sounds like rushing water and impending doom. There’s no waterfalls around here, is there?”
The sound of the rushing water was thunderous now. But not only that, but the water that was seeping through the boards of the barrel was rather worrisome as well,
Roger noted with growing anxiety
as he looked down at his soaked feet.
Though at the other’s words, the frantic rabbit’s head whipped back up again and he stared at the other with wide-eyed incredulity.
“Acoustics!?” The rabbit shrieked, ears shooting straight up into the air. He didn’t dare peek over the edge of the barrel. He didn’t want to know what was coming. Or to confirm it, rather, for he already knew. So instead, he simply shrunk down to await the inevitable. “I kinda would’a preffered to still be on land. At least we would’a died in one piece then! So thanks a lot!” He stomped a foot into the puddle surrounding their feet, crossed his arms, and covered his eyes with his ears. “Let me know when it’s over…” He whined.
The Repairman’s mind raced, not even noticing the rabbit’s worry as he pulled out his oversized toolbox in their already cramped space. He began to dig through it frantically, oblivious to the fact that the extra weight meant more water was seeping into the barrel and mixing with his inky form.
C’mon, c’mon, gimme something!
He was briefly snapped back to his surroundings by the former Hollywood star’s outburst.
“Sorry,” he sheepishly mumbled, "I don’t know why I thought that would comfort you.“
He resumed searching through the chest, resorting to throwing some helmets, boxes of nails, an inflatable pool, and a baseball bat out of the barrel entirely. His eyes brightened as he saw something, and just as he was about to pull it out, he heard Roger blaming him. The splashing and shaking from the stomp didn’t improve his mood, either. He snapped up to face the rabbit, pointing an accusing finger.
“And whose shenanigans exposed us? I didn’t even know you were there till you blew my easy travel!”
Besides, he thought, we wouldn’t have died either way, right? RIGHT?
He shook his (for lack of a better word) head, trying to push those worried thoughts away. It was hard, seeing as there was a more famous and heroic Toon than he breaking down in front of him. He pulled a large blue umbrella out of his toolbox. Picking up and closing the box, he opened the umbrella, creating a makeshift lid.
“Well… at least we have shielding,” he sighed, “so long as we hold on.”
“Tiny sorry, he not know that other wall there! Ehehe, hello Puny Mun man!”
[Ehehe, Hey Tiny…. Excuse me but…HOW LONG IS IT GONNA TAKE TO FIX THIS HOLE?!]
Tiny continued to poke his hand through the fourth wall hole he had broken… s-stop Tiny-TINY, get of the keyboar-padgn’lgbsfdmk
The Repairman rushed onto the scene, toolbox in his hand and signal light on his head. He stopped dead in his tracks the instant he saw the keyboard and its owner.
His eye twitched involuntarily. His toolbox fell, popping open as it hit the ground.
“Uh…Not…not long,” he managed to stammer. "It’s no problem, really, I’m sure I can fix this and all willbewellandtherewillbenoproblemswhatsoever….“
The inkblot continued to gibber, slowly growing more silent, as he dug into the toolbox for everything he would need. He stopped rooting, looking back and forth between his equipment and the unsettling, definitely-not-Toony universe that was before him and the tiger.
Sighing, he picked up the entire toolbox and leapt into action. A whirlwind of cement, hammers, screws, and planks quickly obscured anything in a ten-foot radius as the Repairman frantically tried to mend the situation. Bolts, ink, sawdust, and the occasional wrench flew every which way indiscriminately.
When the dust settled, the Repairman admired his handiwork. This was probably some of his best repairing yet. He turned towards the orange goliath quite proudly.
"See? I told you it’d be fine– Oh.” His face fell.
In the confusion, he had completely forgotten to get Tiny out of the way. The wall was fine, and no one seemed to be injured, but now the tiger had half his arm stuck in the wall (and quite possibly beyond it).
It’s…it’s perfect!
[[Happy 83rd birthday to the Repairman, and thank you all for two years on this blog! Shall we have more? I don’t see why not!]]
Sorry, it’s the only drawing of you I have on hand.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 