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!”