The gourmand fairy looked at the unconscious creature and back to the
blobby fellow over the fruits she was holding in both of her arms and
hands. “Youyay ouldcay ifyay youyay antway otay, (You could if you want
to,)” she shrugged her shoulders, “Iyay onday’tay indmay. (I don’t
mind.)”

The Repairman nodded, leaving the foodstuffs down on the ice for the Darktoon.

“Osay…can you see–oorysay. Anyway-yay, etslay etgay oinggay!” (So…bad bad pun– sorry. Anyway, let’s get going!)

He packed his tool cart back into his hammerspace and got ready to follow the fairy.

The gourmand fairy listened carefully
all the way as the fellow blob trying to speak Pig Latin to her. Her
home language, even though there were some people that understood her
without any problems. However, some people like this stranger didn’t
comprehend this language easily.

And so, the fellow was
called the Fourth Wall Repairman. Why, where was his real name? No
Steven? Carl? Frank? Perhaps Edith will ask him later.

“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay? (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)”

Huh.
Edith was a little lost at what the Fourth Wall Repairer meant by that.
There wasn’t seem to be any sign of interruption. In fact, she wasn’t
being interrupted. And so, the fairy simply shook her head in response.

The
food fairy couldn’t help but stare at the knocked out and slobbering
darktoon. From what it seemed, that thing didn’t look like it was going
to leave.

“eyHay, oday youyay annaway omecay ithway emay
otay ymay omehay aceplay? (Hey, do you wanna come with me to my home
place?)“ Edith offered in question. “ouldnWay’tay antway youyay ickstay
aroundyay ithway atthay yuckyyay ingthay overyay erethay. (Wouldn’t want
you stick around with that yucky thing over there.)“

“Oh good…ay,” the Repairman said, glad he wasn’t stopping her from doing anything important right now.

After a moment to understand what she said, he shrugged. He thought the way to the break in the Wall was the way she was going anyhow.

“Er…shay,” he finally said, before taking one last glance at the drooling monster. “Eugh…ey…” (Sure. Eugh…)

Shaking his head, he took his cart and packed it away into his hammerspace. Big help that thing was on the ice, anyway. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the thing (first frozen, then knocked out…). He pulled out a can of sardines, and a fairly generic ham.

“Should…ay…I eavelay eesthay orfay that ingthay?” (Should I leave these for that thing?)

The gourmand fairy, carefully taking
the fruit back, squinted at where the blob was gesturing at. Over there
was a disgusting, mouth foaming Darktoon, and, good gracious, it looked
like it ate a 10 or 20 pounds of sugar before it passed out. Yuck, that
thing was seriously disgusting; she still remembered where she
was “feeling cozy” in the mouth of this pest.

“ellWay,
(Well,)” Edith slowly and carefully explained, still having disgust at
the Darktoon, “esethay uysgay ereway ikelay oachesray andyay uffstay,
osay …. yeahyay. (these guys were like roaches and stuff, so …. yeah.)“

“oSay
ummyay, atwhay areyay youyay oingday erehay allyay ybay yourselfyay
ithway ATthay ingthay? (So umm, what are you doing here all by yourself
with THAT thing?)”

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded, after taking a moment to understand what she said. “Um…way…itsay okebray outtaday iceyay.” (Um…it broke out of the ice)

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Anyway…way…Anksthay or fay okkingneigh athay outway,” he continued, trying his hardest not to mangle Pig Latin. “I’msay uthay Oarthfay Allway Epairman…ray. Asway onyay usinessbay.” (Anyway…thanks for knocking that out. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. Was on business.)

He looked at the fairy(?) and at the large heap of fruit she was carrying.

“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay?” (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)

Edtih Up halted at the sound of the voice. It was somewhat close, but where did it come from?

While being extra careful with the fairy’s fruits as she was
holding, she started to look below. Just then, she saw a blobby looking
character, and it was holding out a fruit. Not to mention, that fruit
looked familiar.

Only about a second, Edith realized that this fruit was one of HER fruits. Oh dear.

“Ohh!

atThay’say inemay! oldHay onyay!

(Ohh! That’s mine! Hold on!)“ the gourmand fairy called back, and then
flew down, but carefully as possible since she still have her fruits in
her arms, and the icy floor.

As Edith got there, she awkwardly giggled, “Yeahyay, Iyay ouldway
ikelay otay avehay ityay ackbay easeplay. (Yeah, I would like to have it
back please.)”

“Oh!…hay.”

The Repairman didn’t realize that this place spoke Pig Latin.

“…Orry…say…I-yay…neednay ootay getyay oostay ootay…er, isthay…language-bay” (mangled version of “Sorry, I need to get used to this language…”)

He handed the fruit over. That would probably work better than trying to explain himself at this point.

“…Ankthay…ooyay…orfay…thatway…” (Thank you for that.)

He gestured towards the knocked-out Darktoon.

“At-thay…? …Omminkay…hearsay?” (That common here?)

While the Repairman was stranded,
Edith Up made it to Frosty Delights, the icy landscape of the Gourmand
Land. Everything seemed to just peachy, but just then, one of her fruits
dropped from her arms. Because her arms carried a lot of exotic fruits,
it was hard to tell that one of them fell out, falling down to this one
icy ground where the fourth wall repairer was located.

Will Edith Up noticed that one of her fruits was missing?

The Repairman backed away from the ice and the strange monster in it. There seemed to be more cracks than water in the cube now.

Suddenly, the ice shattered, and the creature jumped out, looking this way and that, breathing heavily, and generally looking a few moments away from attacking everything in its sight.

Lucky for it, a blob of ink wasn’t too far away. The creature screamed, running towards the Repairman…

…Until something fell from the sky and hit the thing’s head with a clunk! It fell over, out cold.

The Repairman blinked, looking at the strange fruit as it rolled towards him. It was pretty large and bright pink, and it looked like it had the skin of a cantaloupe. No wonder it took out that monster.

But where did it come from…?

The inkblot looked up to see a fairy flying. It looked like she was carrying a lot of…well, the Repairman could only guess more fruit.

“Hey, thanks!” he called out, carefully picking up the fruit. “Do you need this back?”

Rosalina was appreciated to hear it; she warmly smiled and giggled at
the repairer’s compliment. “Why, I’m very flattered.” she hummed.

The Repairman simply nodded, looking up and up. Suddenly, he felt his siren light come on.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “I…guess I gotta get going…”

He pulled out a pen and a slip of paper and began scribbling. He handed the paper to Rosalina.

“Just call if you need help with something,” he said. “Thanks for helping me out there, and for the tea!”