“Eh-” Bedlam’s eyes widened as the Toon twitched in his grasp. It was only a few seconds before he yelped and threw it up in the air to fly behind Falcon to hide.
Just as the Toon was thrown up in the air, Falcon stretched out his sleeves to try and catch it.
“That thing! It moved! I swear it moved!” Bedlam cried out from behind Falcon, grasping at his friend’s shoulder for protection.
Sweet relief. The Repairman finally began breathing normally. He no longer had to worry about being tickled into being revealed.
Now his only concern was where he’d land (and how).
He could see the two looking up at him, and quickly realized that this was the “worse” part of it.
Okay, light as a feather, stiff as a board, light as a feather, stiff as a board…
The Repairman began to descend, trying to keep as rigid as possible.
His eyes widened as he fell. Gosh, was this high up. He hoped he could land safely.
lightasafeatherstiffasaboardlightasafeatherstiffasaboard– Oh, for the love of-
“AIEEE!”
He began flailing, no longer caring who saw him. He just needed to find a way to get out of this predicament, to figure out how to have a soft landing, to —
WHAP!
The Repairman began seeing stars. Before he fainted, he briefly wondered if others could see these brilliant, colorful, wonderful stars.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 