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The air inside The Gasket & Grind was thick with the scent of coal smoke, heavy oil, and the sharp
tang of copper. At the far end of the scarred wooden bar, Bendy sat slumped in a worn black waistcoat and trousers, his white sleeves rolled up. His black bowtie hanging loose around his neck. His vibrant red eyes depthless and lightless as polished stone as he tried to numb the persistent ache in his chest. His vibrant red eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass as he tried to numb the persistent ache in his chest.
On the stage, Alice held the room in a trance, her black dress swaying with every note. Her solid black eyes reflected the golden light of the bar’s lamps as she sang in a velvet rasp. Beside her, Boris was a whirlwind of rhythmic motion; his orange eyes glowed like low-burning embers as he plucked at the thick strings of a towering brass-reinforced upright bass, his other hand occasionally darting to a steam-powered keyboard to let out a few smooth piano chords.
The heavy iron door slammed shut, cutting through the music as two men with dishware for heads stepped in. One had a cup head with a red, candy cane striped, bent straw wearing a red jacket, white shirt and red trousers, the other a mug with a blue, candy cane striped, straight straw. Wearing a blue scarf, black sweater and blue jeans. "That's him," the red one whispered. "The one with the 'valuable' soul." As the song ended, Boris and Alice hopped off the stage, heading straight for Bendy. Seeing their chance, the Cup brothers moved to the bar.
"Hell of a show, eh?" The red one asked. "I’m Cuphead, and this is my brother Mugman. We're travellers from the Inkwell Isles."
Bendy turned on his stool, a wide, slightly lopsided grin splitting his face. He gestured toward the wolf and the angel joining him. "The name’s Bendy," he announced, his voice a bit raspy. "And these are my siblings, Boris and Alice."
Bendy swayed just a hair on his stool. He let out a dry, hacking laugh as he slapped a hand on Cuphead's shoulder. "See? I told ya! Best... hic... best in the business," he slurred slightly. He leaned in closer to Cuphead, grinning. "So, you guys are from the Isles? You got any of that fancy saltwater taffy? Boris says it’s bad for my teeth, but he’s a worrywart."
Cuphead laughed, though his muted red eyes were carefully observing how Bendy leaned on the bar for support. He thought it was just the drink; he had no idea what it truly was.
"No taffy on me, pal," Cuphead said, patting Bendy's back with a friendly thud. "But we know where to get the best stuff. If you're as bored of this place as you look, the offer stands. We're heading out at dawn. Could use some friends who know their way around a tune and a wrench."
Alice looked at Boris, her eyes wide and hopeful. Boris looked at Bendy, who was currently trying to see if he could balance his spoon on his nose. The wolf sighed, his expression weary but gentle, "It’s a generous offer, really," Boris said, his voice steady and polite. "But we’ve got a bit of a... family errand we’re on. It’s taking us a specific way, and I don't think it lines up with the Isles."
Alice nodded in agreement, leaning her head on Boris’s shoulder. "He's right. As much as I’d love to see the ocean, we have to stay on our path for now."
Cuphead felt a surge of frustration. He couldn't let them just walk away—not when his and Mugman’s souls were on the line. "Wait, wait," Cuphead said, raising his hands. "Look, we aren't in a rush. We’re explorers! If your 'errand' is on the mainland, we can help you get there. Two extra pairs of hands? Plus, Mugman here is a crack shot if things get hairy."
Bendy, still slightly tipsy, let out a chuckle and leaned his head back. "They're persistent, Boris! I like 'em. Besides, look at 'em—they look like they’ve seen some things. Might be good to have someone around who knows how to handle a scrap."
With the alliance formed, they set out the next morning. The journey started pleasantly enough, but as the miles stretched on, the competitive streak between the demon and the cup began to sizzle.
"Watch it, pal," Cuphead smirked, deliberately overstepping Bendy with his longer strides. "Don't want you getting lost in the tall grass. It’s a big world out here for a little guy."
Bendy’s tail lashed irritably. "I ain't little! I'm compact. Aerodynamic!"
"Sure you are," Cuphead chuckled, patting the top of Bendy’s head—just barely out of reach of a swat. "You’re like a travel-sized adventure. It’s cute. Maybe Mugman can carry you in his scarf if your legs get tired."
Bendy’s eyes flashed a dangerous, burning red. "Cute?! I’ll show you cute! I bet I can make it to that flickering lamp post on the edge of the woods before you even get your straw in gear!"
"Is that a challenge, Short-Stack?" Cuphead crouched into a starting position, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Don't call me that!" Bendy hollered, and before Cuphead could even count to three, the demon bolted forward in a blur of black ink.
"Hey! Cheater!" Cuphead yelled, laughing as he took off after him.
The two of them tore across the landscape, a chaotic whirlwind of red and black, each shoving the other aside to gain an inch of ground. They were so focused on the finish line—the lone, flickering streetlamp—and their own stubborn pride that they didn't see the figure stepping out from the shadows of the treeline.
BAM!
Bendy and Cuphead slammed into the strange cat at top speed, sending the adventurer sprawling. The cat scrambled up, his golden eyes confused and dazed. Bendy’s usual snark vanished instantly. His red eyes went wide, recognising the distinct yellow bag settled on the cat’s right side. "Holy ink... You're Felix! The Felix the Cat! I've read The Great Void Mystery six times!" Bendy’s tail wagged furiously. "It is an absolute honour to meet a real legend!" "Boris, Alice it's really him!" He yelled to his two younger siblings who were still a short distance away.
Felix was taken aback, his confusion momentarily eclipsed by the starstruck energy of the small demon. He managed a small, tired smile.
He looked at Bendy with surprise, his golden eyes darting briefly to the Golden Cat standing silently behind the demon. "Well, I see my reputation precedes me! It's a pleasure to meet such an... enthusiastic fan."
Cuphead, who was still tangled in the heap on the ground with Bendy, shoved the demon's shoulder to untangle his legs. "Enthusiastic is one word for it," Cuphead grunted, dusting off his red jacket as he stood up. "I'm Cuphead. Sorry about the hit-and-run, pal. We were in the middle of a high-stakes sprint."
Mugman, Boris, and Alice finally caught up to the group, breathless from trying to keep pace with the race.
"High-stakes?" Mugman panted, adjusting his blue scarf. "You two were just trying to see who could yell 'first' loudest." He offered a polite nod to the stranger. "I'm Mugman. Please excuse my brother and his... friend."
Boris stepped forward, offering a large, steady hand to help Felix steady himself. "I'm Boris, and this is our sister, Alice," the wolf said, his orange eyes warm despite the eerie surroundings. "We’re traveling together. It’s an honour to meet someone of your standing, Mr. Felix."
Alice gave a graceful tilt of her head. "A real pleasure, sir. We didn't mean to startle you in such a dark place."
Felix’s expression quickly shifted to caution. "But listen, you shouldn't be out here after dark. These woods aren't just thick; they’re hungry. Follow me through the 'Veins.' It’s a shortcut through the industrial outskirts. It’s faster, and much safer."
He led them away from the forest and into the outskirts of Toontown. They ducked under low-hanging steam pipes that hissed in a rhythmic beat and crossed rickety wooden planks that "boinged" like springs. Felix pulled a glowing stone from his Bag of Tricks to lead them through "The Crevice"—a gap between two leaning warehouses that seemed to whisper to each other.
Every alleyway felt like a hidden playground. They hopped over bubbling puddles of colourful paint and ducked behind crates of AJAX supplies that rattled as they passed. Finally, Felix heaved open a heavy iron grate with a cheerful clank, revealing the technicolour street where the Sleeping Inkwell hotel sat.
"I’m in and out of this town pretty quick most trips," Felix said, tipping his hat toward a neon sign. "But I remember a place three blocks over. I could use the fuel myself."
They arrived at Pete’s Eats, where PJ greeted them with a cool spin and led them to a booth. Felix sat comfortably, cradling a steaming cup of tea—the author’s preferred fuel—savouring a slow sip. Bendy turned to him eagerly. "So, Mr. Felix, is it true you once turned a thunderstorm into a pile of pillows?" Boris and Alice leaned in, eyes fixed on the adventurer as he began to weave the tale.
Boris noticed Cuphead staring at his brass compass. "That’s a fancy gadget," Cuphead remarked. Boris stiffened, sliding it back into his pocket. "It’s just a compass, Cuphead."
Just then, PJ arrived with the tray. As the steam hit his face, Bendy turned away, letting out a heavy, wet cough that sounded like a piston misfiring. Alice immediately put a steadying hand on his back. Felix’s golden eyes sharpened over the rim of his teacup. "That's a nasty bit of congestion there, Bendy," he said softly. He pulled a small, amber bottle from his bag. "Herbal lozenges. They'll soothe the throat."
Felix leaned back, his gaze lingering on the dark smudge on the napkin. "The air around here is heavy, Boris. I’ve seen that kind of 'chill' before." He took another pull of his tea. "Anyway, as I was saying, the key to outrunning a thunderstorm isn't speed—it's knowing exactly where the clouds are going before they do."
After dinner, Felix bid them goodnight. "I'm heading to Sheba’s place—that’s where I stay when I’m in town. I suspect you lot could use the rest."
The next morning, the group headed out with a plan to shop for supplies. However, the distant sound of calliope music filled the air. "A carnival!" Alice gasped, her eyes widening with wonder. "Bendy, Boris we’ve never been to one of those, please can we go please!?"
Boris and Bendy reluctantly agreed, unable to deny her joy. Cuphead and Mugman, however, went pale. Mugman shot a pointed, sideways glare at his brother. "I don't know, Alice. Carnivals are... well, some people don't know when to stop playing. They get greedy, lose track of what's important, and then—oops—there go their lives. But nobody here would be that stupid, right Cuphead?"
"Relax Mugsy," Cuphead said with a grin, his brother glaring at him "That's all in the past anyway."
The neon lights of the carnival blurred into streaks of gold and pink as the group wove through the crowded boardwalk, the smell of popcorn and ozone filling the air. For a brief moment, the weight of their mission—and the shadows following them—seemed to lift, replaced by a fierce, competitive energy.
At the shooting gallery, the air was punctuated by the rhythmic ping-ping-ping of lead hitting tin. Cuphead stood with a relaxed posture, his muted red eyes narrowed in focus. He didn't even seem to be aiming; he moved with the fluid, muscle-memory grace of someone who had spent his life dodging projectiles on the Isles.
With a final crack, he snapped the last spinning duck right between the eyes. The attendant, a nervous-looking turtle, handed over a large, stuffed blue bear. Cuphead caught it one-handed and tossed it to Alice with a casual shrug.
"Easiest game I ever played," he said, leaning against the counter as he flashed a cocky grin. "No souls required."
Alice hugged the bear to her chest, her solid black eyes sparkling with genuine amusement. Mugman cheered from the sidelines, but Bendy just crossed his arms, his tail twitching in annoyance.
"Luck," Bendy scoffed, kicking a loose pebble. "Anyone can hit a target that’s moving in a circle. Let’s see how you handle a real test of force."
He led them to The High Striker, where a towering wooden scale stood topped with a heavy brass bell. A small crowd had gathered to watch a burly sailor fail to make the marker move past the halfway point.
Cuphead stepped up first. He spat on his palms, gripped the massive wooden mallet, and hauled it over his shoulder. With a grunt of effort, he swung it down in a perfect arc. CRACK. The weight flew up the rail, screaming past the "Junior" and "Strongman" marks, only to thud to a halt just a fraction of an inch below the bell.
"Close," Bendy teased, stepping into the circle. "But 'close' doesn't ring the dinner bell, Cup-o'-Dirt."
Bendy didn't just grab the mallet; he began to build momentum. He started a rapid, tight spin, becoming a miniature black-and-white tornado of ink and energy. At the peak of his centrifugal force, he slammed the mallet down onto the centre of the plate.
The impact didn't just send the weight flying—it launched it like a rocket. The weight hit the top with such velocity that the brass bell didn't just ring; it shattered into three jagged pieces that clattered to the grass.
Bendy came to a stop, slightly dizzy but wearing a triumphant smirk. He dusted off his gloves and looked at Cuphead’s stunned expression. "Aerodynamic, remember?" he teased, tapping his head. "It’s all in the physics, pal."
The two played a few more games, competing to see who would get the high score, before being practically dragged away by their siblings to the big top. Boris and Mugman hoped the show would distract the two from fighting.
Inside the massive circus tent, the air smelled of popcorn and sawdust, vibrating with the distant hum of a calliope. The gang had arrived at the outskirts of the carnival just as the sun began to dip, drawn in by the bright lights and the promise of a distraction.
Getting inside had been its own spectacle. They had been stopped at the velvet rope by a towering, lanky clown with a drooping hat and an impossibly long vest.
On the stage, Alice held the room in a trance. Her solid black eyes reflected the golden light of the bar’s lamps as she sang in a velvet rasp. Beside her, Boris was a whirlwind of rhythmic motion; his orange eyes glowed like low-burning embers as he plucked at the thick strings of a towering brass-reinforced upright bass, his other hand occasionally darting to a steam-powered keyboard to let out a few smooth piano chords.
The heavy iron door slammed shut, cutting through the music as two men with dishware for heads stepped in. One had a cup head with a red, candy cane striped, bent straw wearing a red jacket, black sweater and red trousers, the other a mug with a blue, candy cane striped, straight straw. Wearing a blue scarf, white shirt and blue jeans. "That's him," the red one whispered. "The one with the 'valuable' soul." As the song ended, Boris and Alice hopped off the stage, heading straight for Bendy. Seeing their chance, the Cup brothers moved to the bar.
"Hell of a show, eh?" The red one asked. "I’m Cuphead, and this is my brother Mugman. We're travellers from the Inkwell Isles."
Bendy turned on his stool, a wide, slightly lopsided grin splitting his face. He gestured toward the wolf and the angel joining him. "The name’s Bendy," he announced, his voice a bit raspy. "And these are my siblings, Boris and Alice."
Bendy swayed just a hair on his stool. He let out a dry, hacking laugh as he slapped a hand on Cuphead's shoulder. "See? I told ya! Best... hic... best in the business," he slurred slightly. He leaned in closer to Cuphead, grinning. "So, you guys are from the Isles? You got any of that fancy saltwater taffy? Boris says it’s bad for my teeth, but he’s a worrywart."
Cuphead laughed, though his muted red eyes were carefully observing how Bendy leaned on the bar for support. He thought it was just the drink; he had no idea what it truly was.
"No taffy on me, pal," Cuphead said, patting Bendy's back with a friendly thud. "But we know where to get the best stuff. If you're as bored of this place as you look, the offer stands. We're heading out at dawn. Could use some friends who know their way around a tune and a wrench."
Alice looked at Boris, her eyes wide and hopeful. Boris looked at Bendy, who was currently trying to see if he could balance his spoon on his nose. The wolf sighed, his expression weary but gentle, "It’s a generous offer, really," Boris said, his voice steady and polite. "But we’ve got a bit of a... family errand we’re on. It’s taking us a specific way, and I don't think it lines up with the Isles."
Alice nodded in agreement, leaning her head on Boris’s shoulder. "He's right. As much as I’d love to see the ocean, we have to stay on our path for now."
Cuphead felt a surge of frustration. He couldn't let them just walk away—not when his and Mugman’s souls were on the line. "Wait, wait," Cuphead said, raising his hands. "Look, we aren't in a rush. We’re explorers! If your 'errand' is on the mainland, we can help you get there. Two extra pairs of hands? Plus, Mugman here is a crack shot if things get hairy."
Bendy, still slightly tipsy, let out a chuckle and leaned his head back. "They're persistent, Boris! I like 'em. Besides, look at 'em—they look like they’ve seen some things. Might be good to have someone around who knows how to handle a scrap."
With the alliance formed, they set out the next morning. The journey started pleasantly enough, but as the miles stretched on, the competitive streak between the demon and the cup began to sizzle.
"Watch it, pal," Cuphead smirked, deliberately overstepping Bendy with his longer strides. "Don't want you getting lost in the tall grass. It’s a big world out here for a little guy."
Bendy’s tail lashed irritably. "I ain't little! I'm compact. Aerodynamic!"
"Sure you are," Cuphead chuckled, patting the top of Bendy’s head—just barely out of reach of a swat. "You’re like a travel-sized adventure. It’s cute. Maybe Mugman can carry you in his scarf if your legs get tired."
Bendy’s eyes flashed a dangerous, burning red. "Cute?! I’ll show you cute! I bet I can make it to that flickering lamp post on the edge of the woods before you even get your straw in gear!"
"Is that a challenge, Short-Stack?" Cuphead crouched into a starting position, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Don't call me that!" Bendy hollered, and before Cuphead could even count to three, the demon bolted forward in a blur of black ink.
"Hey! Cheater!" Cuphead yelled, laughing as he took off after him.
The two of them tore across the landscape, a chaotic whirlwind of red and black, each shoving the other aside to gain an inch of ground. They were so focused on the finish line—the lone, flickering streetlamp—and their own stubborn pride that they didn't see the figure stepping out from the shadows of the treeline.
BAM!
Bendy and Cuphead slammed into the strange cat at top speed, sending the adventurer sprawling. There was no noise from the woods—no growl, no rustle—just a heavy, unnatural silence. The cat scrambled up, his golden eyes confused and dazed. Bendy’s usual snark vanished instantly. His red eyes went wide. "Holy ink... You're Felix! The Felix the Cat! I've read The Great Void Mystery six times!" Bendy’s tail wagged furiously. "It is an absolute honour to meet a real legend!" "Boris, Alice it's really him!" He yelled to his two younger siblings who were still a short distance away.
Felix was taken aback, his confusion momentarily eclipsed by the starstruck energy of the small demon. He managed a small, tired smile.
He looked at Bendy with surprise, his golden eyes darting briefly to the Golden Cat standing silently behind the demon. "Well, I see my reputation precedes me! It's a pleasure to meet such an... enthusiastic fan."
Cuphead, who was still tangled in the heap on the ground with Bendy, shoved the demon's shoulder to untangle his legs. "Enthusiastic is one word for it," Cuphead grunted, dusting off his red jacket as he stood up. "I'm Cuphead. Sorry about the hit-and-run, pal. We were in the middle of a high-stakes sprint."
Mugman, Boris, and Alice finally caught up to the group, breathless from trying to keep pace with the race.
"High stakes?" Mugman panted, adjusting his blue scarf. "You two were just trying to see who could yell 'first' loudest." He offered a polite nod to the stranger. "I'm Mugman. Please excuse my brother and his... friend."
Boris stepped forward, offering a large, steady hand to help Felix steady himself. "I'm Boris, and this is our sister, Alice," the wolf said, his orange eyes warm despite the eerie surroundings. "We’re traveling together. It’s an honour to meet someone of your standing, Mr. Felix."
Alice gave a graceful tilt of her head. "A real pleasure, sir. We didn't mean to startle you in such a dark place."
Felix’s expression quickly shifted to caution. "But listen, you shouldn't be out here after dark. These woods aren't just thick; they’re hungry. Follow me through the 'Veins.' It’s a shortcut through the industrial outskirts. It’s faster, and much safer."
He led them away from the forest and into the outskirts of Toontown. They ducked under low-hanging steam pipes that hissed in a rhythmic beat and crossed rickety wooden planks that "boinged" like springs. Felix pulled a glowing stone from his Bag of Tricks to lead them through "The Crevice"—a gap between two leaning warehouses that seemed to whisper to each other.
Every alleyway felt like a hidden playground. They hopped over bubbling puddles of colourful paint and ducked behind crates of AJAX supplies that rattled as they passed. Finally, Felix heaved open a heavy iron grate with a cheerful clank, revealing the Technicolor street where the Sleeping Inkwell hotel sat.
"I’m in and out of this town pretty quick most trips," Felix said, tipping his hat toward a neon sign. "But I remember a place three blocks over. I could use the fuel myself."
They arrived at Pete’s Eats, where PJ greeted them with a cool spin and led them to a booth. Felix sat comfortably, cradling a steaming cup of tea—the author’s preferred fuel—savouring a slow sip. Bendy turned to him eagerly. "So, Mr. Felix, is it true you once turned a thunderstorm into a pile of pillows?" Boris and Alice leaned in, eyes fixed on the adventurer as he began to weave the tale.
Boris noticed Cuphead staring at his brass compass. "That’s a fancy gadget," Cuphead remarked. Boris stiffened, sliding it back into his pocket. "It’s just a compass, Cuphead."
Just then, PJ arrived with the tray. As the steam hit his face, Bendy turned away, letting out a heavy, wet cough that sounded like a piston misfiring. Alice immediately put a steadying hand on his back. Felix’s golden eyes sharpened over the rim of his teacup. "That's a nasty bit of congestion there, Bendy," he said softly. He pulled a small, amber bottle from his bag. "Herbal lozenges. They'll soothe the throat."
Felix leaned back, his gaze lingering on the dark smudge on the napkin. "The air around here is heavy, Boris. I’ve seen that kind of 'chill' before." He took another pull of his tea. "Anyway, as I was saying, the key to outrunning a thunderstorm isn't speed—it's knowing exactly where the clouds are going before they do."
After dinner, Felix bid them goodnight. "I'm heading to Sheba’s place—that’s where I stay when I’m in town. I suspect you lot could use the rest."
The next morning, the group headed out with a plan to shop for supplies. However, the distant sound of calliope music filled the air. "A carnival!" Alice gasped, her eyes widening with wonder.
Boris and Bendy reluctantly agreed, unable to deny her joy. Cuphead and Mugman, however, went pale. Mugman shot a pointed, sideways glare at his brother. "I don't know, Alice. Carnivals are... well, some people don't know when to stop playing. They get greedy, lose track of what's important, and then—oops—there go their lives. But nobody here would be that stupid, right Cuphead?"
"Relax Mugsy," Cuphead said with a grin, his brother glaring at him "That's all in the past anyway."
At the shooting gallery, Cuphead snapped spinning tin ducks and jumping rabbits with perfect accuracy. He tossed a large stuffed blue bear to Alice with a casual shrug. "Easiest game I ever played. No souls required."
"Luck," Bendy scoffed. He led them to The High Striker. Cuphead swung the mallet with all his might, hitting just below the bell. Bendy, spinning like a miniature tornado, slammed the mallet down so hard the bell shattered. "Aerodynamic, remember?" Bendy teased.
Inside the massive circus tent, the air smelled of popcorn and sawdust, vibrating with the distant hum of a calliope. The gang had arrived at the outskirts of the carnival just as the sun began to dip, drawn in by the bright lights and the promise of a distraction.
Getting inside had been its own spectacle. They had been stopped at the velvet rope by a towering, lanky clown with a drooping hat and an impossibly long vest.
"Gawrsh," Goofy chuckled, looking down at the group through his floppy ears. "A wolf, an angel, a demon, and... are you fellas made of porcelain?" He poked Cuphead’s head with a gloved finger, producing a sharp clink.
"Hey, watch the finish, pal!" Cuphead snapped, though he couldn't hide his grin.
"Gosh, I’m sorry! You folks look like a regular traveling act yourselves," Goofy said, letting out a wheezing laugh as he pulled several long, colourful tickets out of his oversized shoe. "The show's just startin'. Best seats in the house for the newcomers! Just watch out for the flying trapeze—the squirrels have been practicing all day, and their aim is a bit... nutty!"
Once inside, the performance kicked off with a literal bang. Pyrotechnics sent sparks of gold and silver into the rafters, and the spotlight swung wildly until it landed on a familiar silhouette. The performance was a whirlwind of comedy and magic. Alice sat on the edge of her seat, clutching her blue bear, while Bendy slouched low in his chair, trying to look bored.
"And now," Mickey Mouse announced, shielding his eyes as he scanned the front row. "I need a brave volunteer! How about... that little fella right there! The one with the fancy bowtie! Come on down, pal! Where are your parents?"
Bendy marched into the ring, his ink-black brow furrowed. The trick was flawless; Mickey made Bendy vanish into a cloud of glitter and reappear inside a locked trunk. The crowd roared with applause. As Mickey led him back to the stairs, he patted Bendy’s head. "What a brave boy! Let’s hear it for him! I hope your mommy and daddy buy you an extra cotton candy today!"
Alice stood up, beaming with pride. "That’s my big brother! Way to go, Bendy!"
The tent went silent. Mickey’s gloved hand froze on Bendy’s shoulder. "Big... brother?" Mickey blinked, his perpetual smile faltering into pure confusion. "You mean... you aren't just a toddler who wandered away from his parents?"
Bendy crossed his arms, staring almost eye-to-eye with the Mouse. "I told you, bub. I'm compact. You aren't exactly a skyscraper yourself!" Up in the stands, Cuphead finally lost it. He fell off the bench entirely, his boots kicking the air as he howled with laughter. "He thought... he thought you were a toddler! And he's practically the same size!"
From the wings of the stage, Goofy had been leaning on a giant mallet, watching the act with a wide, toothy grin. When Alice made her announcement and the music came to a grinding halt, Goofy’s jaw dropped so low it nearly hit his chest.
"Gaw-golly!" Goofy exclaimed, his voice echoing in the sudden silence of the tent. He looked back and forth between Mickey and Bendy, his oversized white gloves flying up to cover his mouth. "You mean to tell me that little fella is a grown-up? And here I was about to offer him a booster seat for the Ferris wheel!"
He let out a loud, honking laugh that did nothing to help Bendy's mounting fury. "Hyuck! Mickey, I think you just tried to give a gold star to a man with a mortgage!"
Goofy slapped his knee so hard he nearly tripped over his own long shoes, stumbling into a pile of oversized colourful balls. As he tumbled, he looked over at the stands where Cuphead was still gasping for air. "Don't worry, fella!" Goofy called out to the struggling Cuphead. "The last time Mickey made a mistake that big, he tried to mail a letter in a trash can!"
As the group shuffled out of the tent, Bendy was still fuming, his tail lashing behind him like a whip. Before they could clear the main thoroughfare, a frantic voice called out from behind.
"Wait! Gosh, wait a minute!"
Mickey Mouse came jogging toward them, having shed his magician’s cape but still wearing the iconic yellow bowtie. He looked genuinely distressed, his gloved hands wringing together. He stopped just in front of Bendy, puffing slightly.
"I am so incredibly sorry, pal," Mickey said, his voice earnest and high-pitched. "I feel just awful about the mix-up on stage. I didn't mean any disrespect—honest! I just saw the bowtie and the... well, I made a real silly assumption. Can you ever forgive me?"
Bendy stood stiff as a board, his red eyes boring into Mickey’s. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable until Bendy finally forced his face into a wide, toothy grin—the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Ah, forget it, Mouse," Bendy rasped, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "No harm done. I get it all the time. We're all good." He even reached out and gave Mickey’s arm a quick, stiff pat.
"Oh, swell! That’s a real relief," Mickey beamed, placing a hand over his heart. "You’re a real class act, Bendy. Truly! Have a wonderful night, fellas!" With a final, friendly wave, Mickey turned and headed back toward the performers' entrance.
The moment Mickey’s back was turned, Bendy’s grin vanished, replaced by a look of pure, concentrated loathing. He stood there, trembling slightly, his hands clenched into tight balls.
"Accepting the apology, Bendy?" Boris asked softly, placing a cautious hand on his brother's shoulder.
"I accepted it," Bendy hissed through gritted teeth, his voice a low, dangerous simmer. "But if I ever see that over-sized rodent in a dark alley, I’m gonna show him exactly how 'compact' my fist can be. 'Brave boy'... I'll give him a gold star he'll never forget."
"Bendy, your eyes are glowing again," Alice whispered, nudging him forward.
They continued toward the exit, only to run right into another familiar face. Felix was standing there, flanked by Sheba and two high-energy kittens, Inky and Winky. "Well, look who it is!" Felix laughed, seeing the group. "I see you made it to the Big Top. How was the show?"
"It was great!" Alice chirped, holding up her bear. "Bendy was the star!"
Felix looked at Bendy’s thunderous expression and then at Cuphead, who was still recovering from his laughing fit. "Is that so? You look like you've seen a ghost, Bendy."
"Not a ghost," Bendy muttered, shooting one last dark look back at the circus tent. "Just a mouse with bad eyesight."
"Alright, everyone," Cuphead wheezed, finally catching his breath. "New plan. We are heading to the market to do some shopping. We need to distract Bendy from... well, from 'The Height Incident.'"
Bendy spun around, his eyes burning red. "Don't call it that!"
"Call it what?" Cuphead asked innocently. "The Little Mouse Mishap? The Toddler Tussle?"
"Let's just go," Boris sighed, ushering the group toward the hardware stalls before Bendy could actually throw a punch.