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Junior pouts slightly at the Repairmen’s grumpiness. Well, that was a disappointment; That crazy bird seemed fun for family reunions.

However, with further realization the chic quickly realizes that he was actually making things a bit worse.

“ Oh…oopsie… ”

Junior runs his hand on the back of his head-feathers a few times in sheepishly

“ Oh! I’m Junior! Wally Warbles Junior. An’, sorry. Gotta’ little excited dere is all, heh. ”

The Repairman stopped muttering to himself and turned to the bird. It was always surprising when someone stopped maliciously breaking the Wall.

“Ah, um, heh…” he stammered. “I…well, that’s all right. Most people do a lot worse.”

He sighed, uncertain of what else he could say, before slowly turning back and laying that brick down.

Marie waved on the Repairman’s behalf, as well as her own.

“Yeah, thanks for understanding. Nice to meet you though, Junior! I’m Marie and this is the Fourth Wall Repairman.”

The Repairman waved with his trowel the moment he could, grunting and turning back for a moment before laying another brick down.

“So, um, anyway,“ Marie said, eyes occasionally darting back to the Repairman, “I think you can sit and watch how it works, if you like…”

The Repairman froze briefly, but nodded.

“Feel free. Just don’t touch anything.”

juniorwarbles:

@siblings-a-fixin from ( x )

“ Da wall’s…broken..? ” Junior thinks for a moment. He never seen that wall before, and there was no way someone just built it out of the blue without him noticing. Actually, it seemed to appear only after he complained about how sluggish he was feeling and blaming the writer for being such a –

Oooooooh.

“ Ooooooh! Da ‘ wall’s ’ broken! I get it! ” The chick giggles in both amusement and newfound mischief. “ I didn’t know it would actually break! I thought dat was just a metaphorical shindig! ”

With all this new, unholy knowledge, Junior’s energy escalates as new questions keep popping in his overgrown head. In fact, he seems to be popping out of all directions while the two ( try to ) work. 

“ Can I see? What’s it made ov’ anyway? What happens if it breaks completely?

An’ What’s on da otha’ side? Can I boop my writer on da nose? Or would I have ta meet my animators to get permission ta meet my writer cuz ov’ Copy Right issues? Is Woody Woodpecker really my uncle or is dat just a comical suggestion? ”

Marie nodded, passing a brick and a bucket.

The Repairman said nothing, setting the brick in the proper spot in the crack after placing a large splotch of mortar.

And then he heard the kid giggle as he realized what they were talking about. He sagged, looking down and silently counting to ten.

“…Yes,” the Repairman sighed, “it’s real, and I gotta–”

Too late. Already, there were tiny cracks appearing over the Wall.

He rolled his eyes as the bird popped out all over. Marie Flinched constantly, trying to keep track of Junior but failing.

The Repairman shook after a bit.

“STOP!”

He sighed.

“…Look,” he finally said, “I’m pretty sure you’re not related to Woody Woodpecker, the Wall is made of cement and metaphor, and the other side…”

He shuddered.

“Eugh, I don’t like thinking about that…”

Marie gently turned the Repairman back to the Wall. Maybe she could help out here.

“Um, look…what’s your name…? This is a pretty busy job, so we’d appreciate if you were a little careful around here…”

Welp, it appears our little pioneer of knowledge has  once again  gone a little too far with his shenanigans….

While all the kooky toons of Inkwell were just masters at breaking things, Junior was one of the few who would (frequently) break a certain metaphorical phenomenon for clever and comedic effects.

Of course, he never considered that actual damage was done, but now
that he paid a little closer attention, that crevice was a little hard
to miss…

“ …was dat always dere? ” The chick asks the blob…toon…person (?) … uncertainly, while pointing at the crack in the rift.

The Repairman blinked. It wasn’t often that someone who broke the Wall asked that. Most were either completely oblivious to the whole thing or knew perfectly well what they were doing, for better or for worse.

Marie was the first to speak up. “Um, no, it’s just that the Wall’s broken, but we’re here to fix it.”

“Um, yeah,” the Repairman spoke up, trying to avoid things getting worse (the things brainy half-pints did with a bit of knowledge…), “Just hang on, this’ll be gone in just a sec. Marie, could you get a few bricks and some mortar?”

“Will do!”

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Marie sighed, as the two of them came back to Inkwell Isle. Still, her brother was content enough here, and this place wasn’t the worst offender for Fourth Wall breaks. She just preferred worlds that made a little more sense.

The Repairman, for his part, was about to ask Marie for the bucket of liquid cement when he saw the large bird just….sitting there, gawking at the crack the blobs were set to fix.

“Um..you okay there…?”