“Oh, stow yer whining,” Charley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Aaarrrr, say it ain’t so!” Barley snarled and pulled at what was left of his hair. “Eh,” the well-dressed Butcher leader mused with his chin in his palm, “Or maybe we came out into th’ dreaded Defunct Land.” “We were down there a while,” Edgar piped up as he joined Charley by the fence. “Ain’t many people a’ millin’ around here, an’ th’ few that are, they haven’t a clue about any part a’ our world. “Arr, not a pittance,” Barley growled as he adjusted his pipe and kicked angrily at a part of the fence. It jarred Charley out of his daydreaming, at least. Soon however, Barley came stomping back up the road with a loud grumble.
Every so often though, the young spider would cast worried glances back at the building, and then over at the quiet leader of the gang, and the question that was forming in his mind would be quickly forgotten. Now, with an angry and thoughtful thousand-yard stare out onto the empty road and dirty wasteland of the area all around the dark building, Charley was leaning with his front against the fence and his arms crossed, while Edgar was kicking a few rocks around in the lot, even using them with a makeshift slingshot against a few soup cans on the fence.
Having had quite the time getting themselves out once they were pointed in the right direction, fighting off a few Searchers along the way (though Barley would turn the few into a horde of them in subsequent stories about it), the Butcher Gang were more than eager to leave the place behind them and return to their own world.Įxcept, with a look around.they had soon noticed that their world was very different indeed. While everything else was going on, a certain trio of toons were mulling around inside the gate that marked the entrance to the lot of Joey Drew Studios.
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