“Excuse me?”

The Repairman turned to face the weasel, oblivious to the fact that this was the Toon Patrol.

“I’ve been fixing them all my life! It’s my job! What….Who…Why…”

He shook his head and thrust an arm towards the screen.

“You can ask anyone, I fix it!”

His eyes widened as he realized the problem. Lifting up a bucket of cement, he turned towards the Wall.

“At any rate,” he muttered, sheepishly, “I fix my own mistakes too.”