Bowyetta wanted to roll back to look up at Mr. Sir, but more than
that she just wanted this metal stuff OFF of her. Her tears started to
slow down, but she remained still so Mr. Sir could finish his work.
“Y-You are caring about Bowyetta this much? And… Bowyetta’s friends are
caring also?” She wasn’t sure if she should doubt him or not, in fact
she wasn’t sure what she SHOULD believe right now. “Bowyetta was always
taught that Smithy would be the only one who was wanting of her… And if
he was not wanting, no one would be…”

The Shadow, however,
simply sat and watched. She was slightly jealous at all the care
Bowyetta was getting, but in this state there was nothing much she COULD
do. It’s not like she would last very long anyway.

““Yep,” the Repairman nodded. “What, you don’t think your friends would want you? Sheesh, that Smithy was full of something, I tell ya…”

Shaking his head, he pulled a yellow rotary phone from behind his back and began to dial.

It took a second, but the inkblot finally said, “Hi Bonk! Bowyetta’s here, she’s…relatively safe, and I think she wants and needs to hear from all of ya at home…Could you get Beep on the line? Maybe Medical?”

Having explained this, he handed the receiver to Bowyetta and continued to clean the liquid metal off her.

“It’s for you.”

“JUST please step away from the wall! If it needs to be
repaired the owner can do it themselves and who let you in here anyway> it
seems that there is no damage to the locks so you must have broken in
somehow.” He should have fired a warning shot, but his gut told him it
wasn’t a problem guns could solve.

He shook his head a few times then he kept on questioning
him. “You really have to leave and come with me or I will have to shoot you and
I really don’t want to shoot you. “

“No, no, it’s not that kind of Wall,” the Repairman hastily began to explain, before it hit him that it would probably be futile. Ah well. He could just come back and wrap it up anyway.

“Uh, I just kind of walk to where I need to be,” the inkblot said, lamely. Sadly, that’s the best way he could describe his multiverse travel.

He sighed.

“All right, I’ll follow you.”

He became a blur as his tools and supplies disappeared into his hammerspace, leaving the room almost the way it was before he got there. A faint whistling sound could be heard as he did this.

He stopped in front of the door, waiting for the other.

“Uh… Is it supposed to be making that noise? And that smell?”

“Uhh… Well, about that…” To be honest, Tippy didn’t know anything about fixing Star Dishes. In fact, this was her first time ever trying to make one, and it didn’t look as sturdy as the ones other Star Heroes made. It had several cracks and was showering stardust everywhere, and smelled like it was on fire…

Luckily for her, this guy didn’t seem to be from around here. If he didn’t know anything about Star Dishes either, she could probably fake it until she got someone to fix it.

“…Don’t you worry about a thing, Puff- Er, Paintball,” she reassured him. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll give it a test flight first.” And with that, she hopped onto the rickety Star Dish, taking off high into the sky with a “YATTAH!”

“…Inkball,” the Repairman muttered. Then what she said hit him. “Hey, hang on–!”

He leaped back as the thing took off, looking up into the sky with a worried expression. Yeah she had wings, but those did little good in fiery explosions.

Thinking quickly, he dug into a toolbox and pulled out a fire extinguisher and a pogo stick. It would take a bit to get up there, but hopefully he’d have time…

Boing. Boing. Boing.

Lousy Play

“Not that I know of.” Penny said. She looked back in the direction of
the light. “But for some reason, I don’t think whoever’s here is up to
any good.”

She paused for a moment, then decided what to do.

“I’m going to investigate.” she stated. “You have two choices. Stay right there or follow me.”

“…Well, then,” the Repairman replied, looking uncertainly at the light. Granted, he had a job to do, and she was apparently a plucky girl genius, but then, the job could wait, and neither one of them had any idea what was over there.

“…Let’s see what it is…”

Quickly, he tucked his tool cart into his hammerspace. He would have tiptoed towards the light, but seeing how he lacked legs, it looked more like he was shuffling and stopping to a cartoonishly sneaky rhythm.

Shinko giggled as she hugged the Repairman. “Don’t be sorry! I’m glad
we could all take pictures together!” She glanced over at Crystal with a
grin. “I heard something about going to Cakeman’s?”

Crystal chuckled, “Yes, we’re going to Cakeman’s. Be sure to pack up your mess, okay Repairman?”

Shinko
let go of the inkblot to skip over to Crystal’s side, taking a towel
out of her hammerspace to wipe off any ink on her. “Come on! He’s got
the best baked goods!”

The Repairman beamed, returning the hug. Cat Slime squeezed between them and came out with an audible pop! Clearly pleased, he rubbed his face up against the two of them.

When they were let go, the slime hopped on over and grabbed the pictures off the rack with his mouth, carrying them over to Shinko. Meanwhile, the Repairman pulled out a vacuum and began to suck up the excess tools and supplies. Those could be sorted later.

“Heh,” the inkblot laughed, “with a name like Cakeman, I bet he makes great stuff!”

“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

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“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

The Repairman listened as he dashed over to the door, nodding solemnly. This couldn’t be fun for any of them…

“Hey, Bonk,” he called out, opening the door and looking all around, “You still in here? We can figure this out if you just…”

His voice trailed off, eyes widening as he saw something….

Bonk was, in fact, still in the kitchen. However, she was now on top of the table, scurrying about and trying to drag a pen along with her. As soon as she heard someone come in the door, she slid down the table and onto a chair. “Beep, I think I’ve figured it out. When we all got shrunk… You felt it, didn’t you? It was kinda like a wave of something, wasn’t it? So if we can figure out where it came from, maybe we can turn back!”

And then she took notice of Mr. Sir. “Yo, Ink Dude! Did you feel it? Anything weird when you came in… here…?” It took her a moment, but she realized what he was holding. She couldn’t believe it, but… Was this the thing that shrunk them? “Y… Y-y… You didn’t…?“

“Huh… OH! No, no…”

Hastily, to prove it wasn’t him, the Repairman turned and fired the shrink ray at one of the empty chairs, reducing it to the size of a stress ball with a yellow beam. A far cry from the waves Bonkakira described.

“…I was somehow unable to even come in here,” he explained. “I think this thing has a reverse setting somewhere, though…”

He took a look at the dial on the side. A lot of the labeling was worn off, though…

“I know there was a reverse on here…I helped a rabbit out with it once…”

Uncertainly, he closed his eyes and spun the dial like it was a board game spinner. He pointed the gun at the nearest Misfit.

“Okay…” his voice wavered, “Here goes…”

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“Yes! Youwillbeneedingofforksandknivesand-” Bowyetta suddenly shook several pieces of silverware out of her hair handing them over to Mr. Sir and Link. “Youmustbetryingofthis-”

Vinny, however, looked concerned by Bowyetta’s behavior. “Bowyetta, maybe you should eat something too… You’re not acting like yourself…”

“NonoBowyettaisnotbeingableto-”

It was then that Bowyetta suddenly coughed up quite a bit of smoke. Her face turned dark blue once she realized what had happened. This only happened when her internal fire started to get low…

“Now that Bowyetta is thinking about it, maybe she should be having of some. But, she will be waiting until sirs are finished first.”

The Repairman, being rather self-conscious about his blobby form, refrained from making a mouth for himself, instead opting to “absorb” the food where his mouth would be.

He made it a point to keep his plate away from the table. You never knew…

In any case, the Repairman and Cat Slime both smiled as they ate their share of the egg…thing (Cat Slime more so). It was melt-in-your-mouth, and quite flavorful!

They both tried dipping a bit into some queso, which the inkblot definitely enjoyed. Cat Slime, however, felt his cheeks turn red as the sound of a steaming kettle could be heard. He made a mad dash for the toolbox, where he proceeded to drink some water out of a seltzer bottle for a minute. The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this.

The two were about to start on the omurice when Bowyetta coughed up smoke.

“…Are you okay, Bowyetta? You need to…?”

Cat Slime, however, wasted no time in rushing back to the toolbox and pulling out a large cookie jar. One with a variety of locks and chains on it. He handed it to the Repairman.

“Gotta make sure he doesn’t eat all of them at once,” the Repairman explained, his hands becoming a blur as he opened the jar. “Anyway, uh, here.”

Link stared at Bowyetta with a frown. Something was wrong. She was shaking and wobbling on her legs. The little hero jumped up and reached over to the mechanical girl, hoping he could support her before she possibly collapsed.

“Bowyetta? Hey, are you okay? Your face looks flushed.”

Once Repairman had handed her the cookie, Link helped walk Bowyetta to the table and sat her on a nearby chair. He couldn’t help but fret over his friend, she had been acting weird the entire time.

Meanwhile on the other side of the window was the muffled sound of mechanical grinding. Truthfully it was irritating, but after a moment the sound stopped. Beside the whiteboard appeared a cup full of some kind of… purple red liquid. Link stepped over to pick it up and look at its contents.

“It’s cold like snow.”

//Ya//

“Is this supposed to be for Bowyetta?”

//It’s a good idea to have fruits and juice alongside a high calorie snack when feeling an incoming burn out so the lag doesn’t come back to hit you.//

“What’d you put in it?” he asked, handing the drink to Bowyetta.

//Frozen blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, cherries, mangoes, mint, and pomegranate juice. Stuff that’ll keep you full for a longer time.//

The little hero sat back down beside the robot, hoping to see some kind of change.

“Is the food helping at all, Bowyetta? If you need to lie down or something the bed’s all yours.”

“Oh, ah… Thanking of you muchly, you two.” Before Bowyetta could start eating, however, she found herself quickly whisked away by Link to sit on a chair. “This is really being okay, Mr. Link? Bowyetta did not mean to be worrying of everyone. Am thinking that she is having gotten a little too excited.”

She ate the cookie pretty quickly, and before long found herself presented with some sort of drink. “Oh, thanking of you muchly, Mr. Link.” She didn’t exactly know what was in it, but it did smell good, so she took a drink anyway. It was a little bit sweet and a little bit sour, but also oddly minty. “Am better feeling now, thank you. Bowyetta is apologizing muchly for worrying you all.”

Twilight frowned in concern at the strange sounds and behavior of Bowyetta. Or well, he couldn’t exactly frown with his impassive skeletal face, but he certainly looked worried. “You sound hungry, Miss Bowyetta. Do you want me to make some more? It doesn’t take long, I just have to send the others on a fetch quest again…” he crossed the room, kneeling in front of her to get a better look at her face, and the glowing blue orbs in his eye sockets narrowed slightly in concentration. She looked… flushed perhaps, since he wasn’t an expert on the physiology of robotic bow girls, but the cookie and juice seemed to be doing some good already.

Suddenly he realized that he was still a shade and the close proximity probably wasn’t welcome at the moment, so Twiight abruptly stood and backed away to give her space once more. His voice sounded almost sheepish as he added “Honestly, I should have made more to begin with, even if you aren’t judging I’ll bet you and Art and Miss Eclair would like to try the machaca anyways.” he turned to look over his shoulder at the other ghosts, Sparky rolling his eyes and Brown laughing and the two disappearing once more.

Now that things seemed to have calmed a little, since the panic of the cooking and Bowyetta’s exhaustion, the Repairman finally noticed something else about Twilight. He seemed to have gotten a skeleton.

“…Uh…hey…I just noticed the new body. It’s…something to behold,” he said, diplomatically. Maybe it was a work in progress…

Cat Slime, meanwhile, ignored everyone else and clambered up into Bowyetta’s lap. Yes, the omurice was calling his name, but his aunt needed him…

“Well,” the Repairman mused, “I could just order something for everyone after the cookoff is over. I mean, I’m not sure there’s enough food to go around…”

He realized how anachronistic this thinking was, and turned to Albie.

“I mean…” he explained, lamely, “I could…send a message and have someone send us more food pretty quick.”

He sighed.

“Anyway, we should probably finish everything before it gets cold. Let me know if you want anything delivered.”

Cat Slime, satisfied that his aunt was okay, happily bounced back over to the table, ready to taste-test what was left of the dishes.

A small, grey, cat-shaped slime began bounding towards the mouse from the other side of the room, carrying a pen and notepad and squeaking enthusiastically. An inkblot was in hot pursuit, calling things like “No, no, Cat Slime, that’s Minnie Mouse, she’s probably VERY busy…”

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Minnie was tending to her lovely garden when the squeaking caught her attention. She turned just in time for the cat to jump into her arms.

“Oh! Hello there!”

She gave the slimy cat a gentle pat and turned to the inkblot, holding up the little creature in her arms.

“Is this little fella yours?”

Cat Slime softly smiled as he was patted. He couldn’t believe he was being pet by one of the biggest names in the Disney part of Toontown!

The Repairman, meanwhile, stopped to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” he finally said, gratefully taking his pet back, “he is.”

He smiled sheepishly at Minnie.

“Sorry ‘bout that. He thinks he can just run to anyone and ask for an autograph…”

“Was this all just…a joke? Stupid fun?” [[To Kit]]

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I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*

“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”

He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.

“Am I really…that one-note?”

*that hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting* One-? *realization hits her* nonononono! that’s not what I meant at all! No, you’re not one-note at all! *floats over to him, visibly upset as well* I’m sorry for the joke.

As Kitterah floated over to him, the Repairman was taking a few ragged breaths.

“I mean,” he mumbled, more to himself than Kitterah, “I k-know I was never the most complex T-Toon, and I did nothing but fix the st…the stup…the Wall for decades, but I have developed, I have grown, I have…”

His words faded into unintelligible gibberish as he buried his head into Kitterah’s stomach, sobbing with comically oversized tears.

“Hang on, I think I have a shrink ray somewhere…” rummages from the silver 70’s sci-fi gun, mumbling “…Wait, did I have it smelted?…Why would I…?”

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“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”

“Whoa, wait, what is she doing?!”

From the sounds of
it, something was up with Bonk. Maybe it had to do with what stopped
the Repairman from entering for a time, or what shrunk the whole group.

“Okay, okay,” he said, trying frantically to calm Beepsumu down, “slow down. Take me over there and we can figure this out…”

Beep scurried off toward the kitchen. “Look, you’ve probably already guessed but Bonk really isn’t happy with this situation. Not even Susumu’s magic is turning us back, and she’s trying to find the guy who did it… I can only imagine how scared Bowyetta and Susumu are…”

The state of the kitchen didn’t look too bad, except for a small piece that had been broken out of the door. “I tried to hold Bonk in the kitchen, but she got out when she crawled under the door. I know she’s somewhere in the house, but…”

The Repairman listened as he dashed over to the door, nodding solemnly. This couldn’t be fun for any of them…

“Hey, Bonk,” he called out, opening the door and looking all around, “You still in here? We can figure this out if you just…”

His voice trailed off, eyes widening as he saw something….