Ball Fall
The carnival was finished with it’s Halloween Haunt decorations. The Baroness was already on her way back to the Sugarland Castle, most of the rides were teeming with horror decor, and the workers...were all in the break tent discussing the invitations they all received. “Just what does Mr. Devil think he’s doin’?! Throwin’ a fancy masquerade ball and inviting darn near everyone on the isle!! Including us ex-debtors!!” Wally squawked. “I don’t trust it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.” “I agree. I mean, I’m not the smartest guy around, but even I can tell this is a trap!” Beppi pitched. “Dj-Dj-Dj-Djimmi, can’t you see i-i-into the future and see what he’s planning?” Djimmi shook his head at Grim’s question. “Sorry, pal!” There was a poof of blue-green smoke and a binder with the word ‘SCRIPT’ in red appeared in Djimmi’s hand that he flipped through. “The script hasn’t been written out for that week yet.” After a few more moments of flipping through, Djimmi threw the binder over his shoulder, where a cat screamed in pain off-screen as the screen shook. Grim sighed at the response, ears drooping somberly. “Did anyone else get called by Mugman?” Beppi asked. “I know Cuphead called Bonnie, but it wasn’t exactly a sweet reception!” “O-o-o-oh!! D-d-d-did Bon Bon finally get ph-ph-ph-phones up and running in Sugarland?!” “Uh, no. That’s why it was a poor reception.”
“Are we gonna decide what we’re doin’ or what? I’ve gotta give Junior a you-know-what tonight!” “Right, right,” Beppi said. “This is obviously a trap.” “B-b-b-but Cuphead and Mugman w-w-w-want some of us to go as well,” Grim added. “Right. In case the Devil pulls something, they can have back up to stop him.” “I don’t see what the big deal is! If they beat the Devil once, they can do it again, right?” Djimmi disappeared in a puff of blue-green smoke again. He spiraled around for a few moments, only to reappear wearing a flower button-up shirt and a pair of sunglasses, holding a tan mirror. “Why not take it easy for a while?” He joked as he sat back in his lawn chair. Wally only rolled his eyes at Djimmi’s antics. “Just because they did it once doesn’t mean they should have to fight a hard fight again. There’s strength in numbers, after all.” Beppi sighed at that. “He’s right...” He felt guilty for this. “But I’m not gonna go.” “Wh- Beppi.” Wally scolded. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I want to help, but, I’m a pacifist. I’m all wet at fighting, and I’d just be in the way. I don’t wanna get involved.” Grim looked down at that. “I-I-I-I’m with B-B-B-Beppi o-o-o-on this...” Grim’s ears drooped lowly, heavy with the weight of his guilt. “I-I-I-I don’t like fighting neither. A-a-a-and i-i-i-if I were t-t-t-to get involved, I-I-I-I would probably j-j-j-just hurt the people w-w-w-we’re trying to protect.” Grim moved his neck away to avert the gaze of the others. “A ball i-i-i-is no place for a dragon...” “You...can’t be serious! I can’t go! I’ve gotta watch Junior!!” “Well, then I’ll go!!” Djimmi chimed in. “After all,” In a poof of smoke, Djimmi transformed into a fancy suit protector with a hanger sticking out from the top. “We can’t leave poor Cuphead and Mugman hanging!!” Beppi cackled at the joke. “Will you two take this seriously?!” Wally screeched, causing Grim to shrink back. “I am though! You can watch Puphead, and I can stand on guard!” Djimmi twirled around in his blue-green smoke once more and transformed into a small army of soldiers standing at attention. “Alright then...I’ll watch Puphead and Junior, and you go to the Devil’s Ball...” Wally nodded.