#a quick break

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#A Quick break - open rp posts

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“What about if you all sing left? I mean, there's three of you, and three lefts make a right, yeah?” He joked, but it only resulted in a sigh from the three Barber Poles. “Uh huh huh...” Cuphead chuckled nervously. “Um, I mean, uh, we can't really go out of our way to look right now, but if we could, we really would!!” “We've asked security to look, but we haven't heard back since! Who's to say you'll help at all, when there's so many fun rides to enjoy, eh?!” The left one snapped, although he didn't sound mean at all. “Just wait, Tenor! Look at his wrist! A red bracelet!” The one on the right pointed. “Hot dawg, you're right! The lad's not going on any rides today!” Tenor beamed for the first time all day. “Be a pal and let us know if you spot him, won't you?” The one in the center asked, holding his hat in front of his mouth. “Will do! I'll tell my bro to be on the lookout for him as well!!” Cuphead waved, running back to go tell Mugman.

“Mugman, Mugman!” “Oh, good. I was just about to call you back!” Mugman pointed to somewhere on the map. “I think if cut through here, and go past the old Merry-Go-Round, we coul-” “Mugs, they just need us to-” “Cuphead-!” Mugman cut himself off with a deep breath. His brother was the one who got them into this, and Mugman was trying to do everything he could to get them out, so to have Cuphead interrupt him now was rather irritating, to say the least. If he didn't already know that arguing would only further waste their time, he would have chewed him out for sure. “Don't. Interrupt.” “I need ta tell ya before I forget! They just want us to keep an eye out for their lost brother.” That seemed to get Mugman's attention. “Lost brother? What's he look like?” “I dunno.” “Well then how are we supposed to keep an eye out?!” “Mug, calm down! Gol-lee! He prolly looks just like them!” Mugman sighed. “Did you at least get a name?” Cuphead nodded. “Bass.” “Okay.” Mugman checked his watch. “Oh, son of a gun!!” He growled before grabbing his brother by the wrist. “Look, we've already wasted too much time, just follow me, okay?” “Yeah, okay.”

“So...why are we cutting through the broken Merry-Go-Round again?” Mugman only sighed, but knew better than to argue. “If we cut through here, we won't have to waste time going through Inkwell Isle Circus.” The brothers then heard the sound of rustling leaves coming from the bushes by the carousel. “Wait, what was that?” “I dunno.” The brothers moved over towards the area, but a sign that would have been where the queue for the line started that read, 'RIDE CLOSED' blocked their path. “Ugh, we can't move past this.” “Dang it! I really would have thought we could have just cut around!” More rustling bushes. “Wh-what is that?!” Mug stammered in a scared tone. Cuphead lunged forward, stomping his foot in hopes to draw the rustling thing out, and managed to scare off a cat. “Mrreeeoooowwrr!!” “It was just a cat.” “Okay...I mean...I'm not complaining...But that was a little underwhelming.” Mugman shrugged. “Maybe the cat's the debtor.” “Hah hah, real funny.” “Although, I do wonder...” Cuphead walked around the broken down ride, and began searching through the bushes behind it. “Cuphead, what are you doing?” “No one's been here in years! There's gotta be some dough back here or somethin'!” “Cuphead, we don't have time!” “Just gimme a minute!” “We don't have one! If we wanna keep our souls outta the Devil's hands, we've got to shake a leg! Make tracks! Get moving before the Devil takes our heads!! I've been patient with you over this whole thing, but if you keep going out of your way for every bit of moolah you find, we'll run out of time!!” Mugman had avoided yelling at his brother for the longest time, knowing they wouldn't work well if they'd get into an argument, but now the mug genuinely couldn't understand what was so hard to comprehend about the fact that they have a very short time-limit. “Look, I'll only be a second.” Suddenly, Cuphead found himself staring at a very large red nose and a boater hat. “Wah!!” The child jumped back and landed on his rear-end as he got a better view of the person before him. “At last! I thought I'd never see another living soul again!” “Are you Bass?” Mugman asked. “Yes, I am!” “What in the name of Coleman are you doin' down here?” “Same thing you were, little pal!” Bass answered. “I lost my way while searching for coins.” “Why?” “You have a job.” Cuphead thought. “No one has money for haircuts these days, thanks to that blasted casino!” Bass huffed with a slight lip pout. “Well, I'd better get back to my pals in the quartet!” “Do you want us to take you there?” Mugman offered. “I mean, if you got lost, we could help you find the way back.” “Sure! That'd be just swell!”

The brothers walked back towards the Pyramid Peril maze, and as soon as the other members of the quartet came into view, Bass took off running towards them. “Guys!!” “Bass!!” They all chimed, hugging their youngest brother tightly. “Tenor, Solo, Baritone! I never thought I'd see you again!!” “Bass, we're so glad to see you!!” “Bass, we missed you!” “Welcome back, Bass!”

After a few moments of a warmhearted reunion, the quartet fell back into a single-file line with Bass on the far right end, and smiled at the brothers. “Oh boy, you did it! We're a quartet once more!” The one in the center beamed. “Gee, you must have run yourself ragged tracking him down!” “Aw shucks, it was nothing!” Cuphead boasted. “Solo, we should do something for them!!” Bass pleaded. “We can't thank you enough!” Solo exclaimed. “Let's celebrate with a song!” “Yeah!” “Yes!” “Ab-so-lute-ly!” “Ready, boys? Key of B flat...” The quartet each took a silent, deep breath and happily started dancing.

“It's nice to rest your eyes, And maybe go out side. Grab a book and get some air, So what are you waiting for?” They rested for one count before Bass started singing on his own, “Bum bum bum bum bum!” “Why not take a quick break?” They all sang out as a smile grew on Mugman's face. “Tune the radio?” “Bum bum bum there's,” “Chores to do there's leaves to rake. Strum the ole banjo!” “You,” “You can practice Your Lindy Hop!” “Bum bum bum bum!” “And maybe later sing with your,” “Barber-” Solo began, “Shop!” The others joined. Cuphead beamed at the music. “Why,” Bass started again, “Why not take a little quick break? “And come back for,” “Mooooooooore!” Solo held as the other three sang, “More, More!” “Then come back for,” “Mooooooooore!” “More, mooore!” “Please come back for mooooore!” “And how!!” Bass finished off, which his brothers evidently disapproved of. “Ugh, Bass!” “We talked about this!” “Don't go 'and how' at the end!!” Bass merely blushed from embarrassment and scratched the back of his head.

Mugman began to clap, cuing his brother to do the same. “That was wonderful!” Mugman beamed. “C'mon, Mug. Let's get goin'.” Cuphead urged, pulling his brother away. “Bye! See you around sometime!” Mugman waved. “Goodbye.” Sang Bass. “Goodbye.” Sang Baritone. “Goodbye.” Sang Solo. “Goodbye!” Sang Tenor.

“So, where we goin'?” Cuphead asked once the brothers found themselves back by broken down  carousel again. Mugman sighed, visibly in a better mood as he stretched his arms over his head. “I was thinking maybe Food Avenue.” “What, really?” Cuphead looked at the mug, surprised. “Yeah. I mean, we haven't eaten since breakfast. And we've kind of been going and going since about eleven. It's like those guys said, 'why not take a quick break'? We don't want to push ourselves too far.” Cuphead's stomach suddenly growled upon remembering how hungry it was, causing both the brothers to look down at the cup's tummy. “Yeah, I guess lunch would be nice. Do you even know where Food Avenue is from here though?” “Cuphead, we haven't been here in years. How am I supposed to remember?” Mugman answered flatly. The older sighed, then pulled out the park map. “Hang on, I'm sure it's not too far...I remember it being close to Sweetheart's Stream...” Mugman looked over the map, the large guide blocking the preteen's vision thoroughly. “Let's see...”

Suddenly the scent of carnival food caught Cuphead's attention, the boy ended up rising to his tiptoes as he sniffed the clear stream of smells. His stomach growled, almost violently, he could easily tell where the scent was coming from.  “Mmm, hot dogs...” Cuphead followed his nose, only to see a circus still setting up blocking the path between him and a tasty lunch. It was quite obvious by the 'COMING SOON' sign that the area wasn't open yet, meaning Cuphead wouldn't be allowed to pass through. Of course, that wouldn't stop him. As soon as Cuphead watched a magician pass, he ran right into the tent without thinking twice.

Of course, this was bound to be noticed, as the magician from before caught sight of his straw as he ran in, and his jaw dropped in response. “Hey! You're not allowed in there! Get back here!” Cuphead didn't seem to notice, or if he had, he ignored it. The magician growled as he shook an angry fist, before wiggling his fingers as he cast some sort of spell on the nearby balloons to bring them to life. “Balloons! After him!!” No sooner than the magician had said that, the chase was on, and balloons of all different colors floated after the cup.

“Ah, well it's looking like we might have to go around towards the balloon tree,” Mugman explained, bringing the map away from his face. “But it's really not too far! Let's go, I'll buy for you.” The older mug offered, but as he turned his head to look at his little brother, Cuphead was gone. “Cuphead?” “Mug!!” Cuphead's voice cried from within the circus. “Mugman, heeelp!!” “Cuphead!!” Mugman was quick to jump into action, dropping the map as he dashed towards the sound of his brother's voice, leaving nothing but a grassy, hilly background as the map fluttered onto the trampled land.

The magician from before suddenly appeared in front of Mugs, blocking him from the entrance as he threw his arms and his cape out with a chuckle. “Oh no, not again!” He wiggled his fingers and shot out a colorful ring of shapes at Mugman. “Hocus pocus, zippidy zocus! This'll surely make you lose focus!” “Ahh!” Mugman quickly pulled out a purple felt bag from his pocket, then threw a Smoke Bomb onto the ground as he dashed forward, allowing him to sneak inside. “Cuphead, where are you?!” If there was a response at all, it surely would have been drowned out by something barking just in front of the boy's feet. Mugman flinched, his straw popping out of his head to form an exclamation point upon being startled, yet again. He looked down to see a trampoline, almost panting like a dog with a red and yellow striped padding, and two large eyes. “Uhh...good boy? Nice, uh, trampoline? Heh heh...” Mugman carefully attempted to step around the creature. “I'm just gonna...” Before Mugman could finish, the trampoline sprout legs, and rushed under Mugman's foot, causing the poor boy to bounce high into the air. “Woah!!” Mugman soon began to fall towards the ground and his eyes bulged out of his head as a result. “Ahh!!” The tramp was quick to step under the falling mug, bouncing him back into the air as he hurdled over a short wall that was obviously meant for some sort of circus act.

Mugman rolled in the air for a short bit, before realizing he was about to start falling again, so the boy quickly dashed back to the wall, and grabbed onto the edge before pulling himself up to sit on the ledge.  “Phew!” He breathed, wiping away some milky sweat. Mugman looked down at the trampoline below. “Arf, bark!” The tramp barked, scratching against the wall. It was evident there was a small space, just big enough for the other to crawl through, and no one else.  “You want to help me, boy?” “Bark! Woof!” Mugman sighed. “Well, I think I could probably get across from here on ou-” “Ehehehehee!” A shrill voice giggled. Mugman looked up, only to see a blue balloon with a wide smile and a single tooth floating towards him. “Woah!” Mugman wouldn't have been able to jump around him, nor did the boy want to pop him, so he pushed himself off the ledge towards the ground. The trampoline saw this and leaped into action, catching the mug before his feet hit the ground, and this time, Mugman was expecting it, and he bounced under the balloon, only to catch sight of a green balloon with a red bow on the upper right-hand side of her body. Mugman gasped, but luckily was able to grab a Smoke Bomb and dash right through. “Whew!” The mug landed on the next wall, then looked down at the tramp below. “I guess maybe you could help me across then, huh?” “Woof!!” The trampoline panted eagerly. Mugman looked ahead, spotting another blue balloon he'd have to jump over.

“Okay then, get ready!” Mugman jumped back down and let himself bounce off the trampoline, hurdling himself over the balloon before he landed back on the tramp and bounced again, sailing over the third wall and yanking a coin off the thin platform as he soared over. Before he had time to gather his surroundings, the trampoline was already there, and bounced him up once again, meeting the eyes of a pink balloon with a purple bow on the right side of her face. “Ah!!” Luckily for our blue-nosed hero, he quickly began dropping before he ran into the pink balloon gal, but as he started moving over the wall, his foot caught on the ledge, causing Mugman to tip forward as he fell. Mugman shrieked as he covered his eyes, only to land chest first into the trampoline, bouncing him up once more. “Woah!!” Mugman flipped over, landing back on the tramp as it continued to push him forward with one more short hop before he landed chest first outside of the tent, a small cloud of dirt puffing out from underneath him.

“You little blue brat!!” Mugman opened his eyes to see the magician from earlier levitating in the air above him. “Aaah!!” Mugman pushed himself up. “The 'Inkwell Isle Circus' isn't open yet! You can't be in here, get out!!” “But wait, I'm just trying to get my bro-” “I don't wanna hear it!!” The magician held out his arms and wiggled his fingers as he cast another spell. “Alakazam, zippidy dee! I hope you're not afraid of geometry! Hahahahahah!!”  Suddenly a ring of shapes, ranging from stars to squares, to triangles and more circled around Mugman in pink puff of smoke. Mugman watched in horror, trying to think of an escape as the shapes closed in. As the shapes grew closer and closer, Mugman finally ducked, just when the shapes suddenly closed in, knocking themselves out of the air. “No!” Mugman quickly ran away, jumping over a colorful, tall chest.

Mugman stopped short when he noticed a small clown on a blue ball rolling towards him. “Ah, look out!!” The clown cried. “Sorry!!” The screen shook and a cat meowed along with something crashing, then Mugman hopped over a tall, blue chest, finding another coin at his feet. “Watch where yer goin' kid!” He swiftly grabbed the coin and put it in his pocket, only to find another clown on a red ball rolling his way. “Woah!!” The clown's eyes widened, before he suddenly slowed his ball to a stop. “Phew!” “Koh Koh, stop him!!” The magician ordered, but Mugman had already began running past him. Koh Koh began rolling backwards to try and hit the china mug, but he wasn't quite able to see where he was going.

Mugman quickly noticed a High Striker game blocking his path, and jumped right where the mallet was intended to strike. He didn't weigh much, but Mugman was hopeful. The pink puck inside the striker tower sailed up, Mugman launched himself up after it, then flipped forward and let the end of his straw close up to form a white-gloved hand, the parry-slap giving him a bit of a boost. Thanks to the extra height, Mugman was able to reach the pink bell on top, and he parried himself right over, landing on his feet once on the other side. Once again, Mugman could hear the sound of the clown crashing into something as the screen shook. “Sorry!” Mugs called.

Mugman kept moving forward, running right into another, bigger tent. The first thing Mugman noticed was a deep tank, which clearly was meant to have water in it, but was empty, and some platforms next to some targets. He really didn't want to have to cross it, he wasn't sure the platforms would hold his weight too well, seeing as how they looked so flimsy. “Cuphead!!” He called. “M-Mugman!! H-help!!” The child's voice cried. He was close. And what's more, he was in trouble, as usual. Mugman sighed, getting some distance. “Just hang on, Cuphead! I'm coming!!” Mugman ran forward, and leaped onto the first platform. It shook a little, and Mugman wobbled a bit to keep his balance, but it was stable. Mugman jumped down to the next one, then up to the one after that. “M-Mugs! H-hurry! I-I can't hold on!!” Cuphead's voice begged. Mugman could easily tell he was frightened just as much as he was in danger. “Just hang on, Cuphead! You'll be fine, I promise! Just hold on!!” Mugman jumped up, only to find a line of robot kids with red shirts, blue overalls, and half -blue-half-red hats blocking his path. “Hey, you stupid fink, we're closed!!” They all scolded. “I know, just let me get to my brother, he could be hurt!!” “Fat chance! This is as far as you go, ya trouble makers!” Suddenly a white and orange striped ball flew past the robot boys on the right, and sailed straight for Mugman. “Aaah!” Mugman ducked, letting the ball hurdle over him, hitting the target behind him. The platform under his feet suddenly dropped, causing Mugman to fall until, luckily, he landed on a platform below. “Oh no...” Mugman looked back up to see the target above him spinning wildly, then looked back to watch out for any other incoming balls.

Not that Mugman had anything he could have done when he saw the green one incoming. The boy looked back up to the platform, only to see that it had set back to its previous position. Mugs looked back, then bent his knees down quickly before jumping straight up to the higher platform, grabbing onto the ledge above. He watched as the green striped ball hit the target and tipped the platform below his dangling feet. Heaving a sigh of relief, Mugman manged to pull himself up and face the robot blockade. He couldn't waste too much time thinking, but he suddenly gave himself a running start and leaped off the platform, straight towards the robot kids. Once he was close enough, Mugman hurled a Smoke Bomb at them, and reappeared behind the line.

Mugman landed on another platform, and instantly spot Cuphead holding onto a platform below for dear life, kicking his legs in desperation as he tried to pull himself up. “Cuphead!! J-just hang on!!” He had to do something to help his little brother. “M-M-Mugsy!! I-I'm gonna f-fall and break!!” “No you won't, just hang on!!” Mugman noticed another pink ball incoming, and jumped to the higher platform that just happened to be closer. He looked down and...grew rather intimidated by the next jump. But from the height that the boys were, Cuphead would surely break if he fell. If he was lucky. “Alright...just hold on tight!! I-I'm gonna jump down to you, okay?” “P-please hurry! I-I don't wanna shatter!!” Cuphead pleaded, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Mugman carefully sat on the edge, lining his feet up with the platform below before sliding off, and dropping down.

Once again, the platform wobbled a little bit, and Cuphead whined as his grip further slipped.  “I-I'm slipping!!” Was all the boy could get out before he finally let go, but Mugman grabbed onto Cuphead's wrist before he had the chance to plummet down below, and started pulling him up. “I've got you.” Cuphead placed his hand atop the platform to help his brother pull him up, before Mugman suddenly grabbed Cuphead by the waist and jumped forward, landing onto the furthest platform. “Ah!” “Sorry!” Cuphead looked back at the platform he'd been stuck on, watching as an orange striped ball hit the target. “Phew!” “Cuphead, are you okay?! You know better than to run off like that!!” Mugman scolded, setting his brother down. He looked over his brother, who held his left arm in pain, and quickly noticed a few cracks in his right knee. “You're hurt--” “Look, everyone kinda wants ta kill me, so can we do this over lunch or something?” Cuphead snapped his fingers, and fired at the robot kids that happened to be blocking their path, causing them to fall off. “'Sides, I think Food Avenue is this way! And I found a coin for food, so--” “You!!” A large golden canon shouted upon seeing Cuphead through the opening. “Wuh-oh.” The canon gave the cup an aggressive snort, and fired a pink striped ball at the boys. “Ah!” “Jump through, Mugs!” Cuphead grabbed his brother's wrist, and pulled him along, jumping through the open space as he fired at the column of thee canons before them. Mugman let himself be pulled along, and fired at their foe himself. “Cuphead, turn around and use-” “On it!” Cuphead swapped weapons, and turned around, firing at the three gold canons, his green Roundabout shot circling back and around to hit the canon column. “Yeowch!” “Ow!” “Oof!” A spring suddenly snapped, and the canons rolled up without any say in the matter. “Let's move!” Cuphead grabbed Mugman's wrist once again, and pulled him along. “Hold up, I still have to jump too!” “I've been holding myself up for long enough, dontchya think?!”

The brother's jumped across the gap, and exited the tent shortly after, before running into another blue balloon. Cuphead hastily took his aim, and fired off his Peashooter. The balloon squeaked a little, then suddenly swelled up, stretching and stretching until he suddenly popped, spurting out small watermelon seeds in eight different directions. “Woah!” “That didn't happen before!!” Mugman suddenly stopped short, and yanked his brother back into his arms protectively. “Ack!” The boys managed to dodge the seeds, then heard the all-too familiar poof of a certain magician once more. “It's you again!” Mugman gasped. “You did look foolish today, but clown tryouts are next week. Ha ha ha ha!” “Hey!” Cuphead shouted, breaking free of Mugman's arms as the magician spread out his arms and wiggled his fingers once more. “Abracadabra, zippidy dars! Before long, you'll be seeing stars!” A puff of pink smoke appeared, but Cuphead quickly began firing at the magician with a snap! The magician was knocked from the air, and fell over onto the ground. His hat fell off his head, spilling magic flowers, cards, doves, and a rabbit that was quick to hop away. “Take that!” Cuphead taunted. “Come on!” Mugman suddenly ran past, dragging Cuphead along by the back of his turtleneck. “Woah!”

The brothers parried over another High Striker game, and caught sight of another small clown rolling on a blue ball. Cuphead was quick to fire, knocking the poor clown off on to the ground, which only caused the ball to roll faster. “Ah!” “Jump!” Mugman called, and the brothers jumped over the rolling ball. “Oh neat! I found a coin!” Cuphead beamed, showing off the coin to his brother. “Let's get on top of that crate!” Mugman pointed, before the brothers did just that. “Phew!” Mugman breathed, wiping drops of milky sweat off his forehead once again. “Thanks for helpin' me out, Mugsy.” “Don't worry about it. I've always got your back, little pal. How'd you even get stuck like that though? You could have easily made any jump to the other platforms.” Cuphead dug through his pocket and pulled out a coin. “I saw this on the platform and snagged it, but then I lost my balance and fell.” “Oh gosh, Cuphead.” Mugman sighed. “Never mind that, we're almost through here now, and Food Avenue is just up ahead!” Mugman decided, pointing to the large structure that read 'SNACKS & TREATS' with big red wooden letters. “Let's bounce up off that High Striker over there! We can avoid the clown rolling on the red ball if we jump over!” “Good plan, Mug!” Cuphead smiled, placing the coin back inside his pocket.

Cuphead grabbed his brother's hand, knowing he could jump farther than Mugs, and leaped off the wooden crate, unknowingly tipping it over behind him. The boys landed on top of the spring-loaded platform, and launched themselves up, parrying the pink bell when they needed to with a loud ding!

The brothers quickly found themselves staring right at another carnival game with arms, sporting a double-barreled shotgun and waving frantically. “Stop right 'ere pardners! I can't rightly let yas pass, ya hear?” “What?” Mugman tilted his head. “Why not?!” “Y'all here have broken th'carnival law in these here parts! 'N I'm 'ere ta putchya in yer place! If my name ain't Sherman Shootun-Raynge! Yee-haw!!” Sherman suddenly pulled the trigger, firing into the air. “Cups, look out!!” Mugman pointed up, noticing the wooden ducks falling from above. “Ah! Run fer it, Mug!” The boys ran towards Sherman, snapping and firing their Peashooters. One by one, the ducks fell from the sky, and hit the ground, just barely missing the brother's heels. “Ya ain't gettin' away that easy! Yee doggie!” Sherman fired into the air again, but this time when the ducks fell, they appeared closer to Sherman. “Wuh-oh!” “Switch to the Roundabouts, and run!” Mugman ordered, starting to run back. Cuphead turned around and started firing his green bullets that circled around and hit Sherman, up until the brothers found themselves trapped by the High Striker. “Mug, there's nowhere to go!” Mugman thought for a moment. “Aha!” He grabbed his little brother by the waist once more, and threw a Smoke Bomb to the ground, dashing before any ducks would hit...or so he planned, but the boy had dashed too soon, and he ended up having to push his brother down so he wouldn't take the hit as well. “Ow! Ugh, that didn't work out as planned!” Cuphead looked back to his brother, then pointed straight at Sherman as he fired off his Peashooter. “Yer gonna pay fer that, ya twit!!” Cuphead initially aimed for Sherman's kisser, but quickly found his aim wandering up towards the glass on his head, which suddenly cracked, then exploded in a puff of stars before the shooting-range could fire again. “Ya okay, Mug?” “Yeah, just sore.” The older brother admitted through grit teeth. “There they are! After them!” The hatless magician pointed from the High Striker. “Rats! Better shake a leg, Mugs!” “Right.” Mugman nodded, quickly standing and running past the broken game.

The brothers climbed atop a wooden rope ladder as they fled from the angry group of cirkies chasing after them. After they jumped onto three rungs, they looked back, then leaped across onto a platform with a large red 'S' that was moving up and down to get attention. “Cup, be careful not to fall! We can lose these finks in Food Avenue!” “Right!” The boys jumped across to the next moving platform with a large red 'N,' only to spot a blue-shoed soft pretzel blocking their landing on the 'A' platform, bouncing up and down energetically. “Ah! Excuse me, we need to get through, would you mind stepping aside for a moment?” “I wouldn't think I'd knead to! Crumb to think of it, I should probably stop ya! Heh heh!!” Cuphead looked back to see that they were still being chased, then fired at the pretzel. “We don't have time for stupid puns!” He shouted, watching the other disappear into the smoke of stars. “I don't think they were stupid! I thought they were pretty clever buns!” “Mugs!! Stoooop!!” The brothers promptly jumped onto the 'A,' only to catch sight of some bright yellow goop soaring right towards them. “Duck!” They boys squat down to let the yellow slime fling over their heads before standing back up to jump to the 'C' on the next platform. They heard a pwath then noticed a chunky green slop flying towards them now. “Ew, what the heck?!” Cuphead stuck out his tongue as his face scrunched up in disgust. “That's either relish, or vomit! If it's vomit, then I don't want to know what the yellow stuff was!” The brothers jumped up, avoiding the condiment as they landed onto another platform that read 'K'. “Mugs, look out!” Mugman looked up to see more yellow slime hurdling right towards him, but all he could do was turn his head and block his face with his right arm. Splat! “Ew. It's mustard. I can smell it.” The preteen grumbled, flicking the yellow condiment off his shirt. “I thought you liked mustard.” “I like the taste of mustard. The smell is just...gross.” The brothers leaped forward onto an 'S,' until Cuphead caught sight of another coin just up ahead. Blinded by a moment of greed, Cuphead lunged for the coin, on top of a platform with a large red '&.' “Cuphead, watch out!!” The greedy look suddenly disappeared from Cuphead's eyes as he looked up, only to watch a red sauce splatter into his shoulder, knocking him over. “Ow!” Stars, birds, and hot dog buns swirled and danced around the boy's head as he sat on his rump grumpily. “Come on! Let's get something to eat and get moving!” Mugman urged, helping his brother up.

The brothers continued to hop across the signs, dodging ketchup, mustard, and relish across the letters, 'T,' 'R,' 'E,' 'A,' 'T,' and 'S,' respectively, until they found the source of the flying condiments. A large hot dog with yellow eyes and white gloves was dancing and spewing ketchup out at them. “Howdy! My name's Frank!” “Hot dawg!” Mugman gasped. Cuphead turned to his older brother and glared. “Did you really just--?!” “Well gee whiz! I guess it's up to little ole me to help those guys ketchup to ya fellas, huh?” Frank's voice suddenly dropped. “Taste the mustard of defeat!” Frank suddenly spat out mustard at the boys, who just barely managed to dodge. “Open fire!” Cuphead snapped his fingers, then turned around to ensure the green bullets would circle about and hit the other. “As much as I'd love to relish in your puns, we just need to grab some grub and make tracks.” Mugman informed. “So if you're just planing on getting in our way,” Mugs took in as much air as he could, before screaming, “free hot dogs!!” Suddenly children came from out of nowhere on the left, some climbing up the tents, others tackling poor Frank from above, all munching and shouting with glee until the hot dog was out of view. “Golly! Good thinkin' Mugs!” “That should keep him busy for a little bit! Let's get going!” “Right!” Cuphead nodded. The boys jumped across the structure, and onto the tents in Food Avenue, still making as much distance as possible to lose those cirkies.

Hello,

It’s been a rough few days, to say the least. So I’m going to take some time off of posting new stuff. In the mean time, every day for 19 days, some old photographs, drawings and thoughts have been queued up for you to relive.  Again, sorry for having to recycle stuff. I’ll be back soon.