Hello! How are you?

--E--

Once hermit crab collecting was done and done, Mugman dusts off sand, washes off crab bits with a hose, and waves Henry and his family off. He makes his way out of the apartment complex and towards the city's theater. He and Cuphead decided to use as a meeting spot.

The Mug forgets that nothing is in his head, and tries to sip it. If only he had some milk, or better yet tea. Steaming raspberry tea would be heaven after this day. The sun melts away, bringing in soundless chills against his neck. Anything warm is welcomed.

Eventually, the Cup shows up.

"Cuphead! Where were ya?"

"Sorry, had to get some stuff." He says, wiping his mouth, pulling out a metal box and a scroll. "I got some muffin from down the street--."

"Hey, where'd that contract come from?"

Cuphead dismisses it into his pocket, putting it with the other contracts and taking out a poppy seed muffin. "I went to see Cala Maria, I had to talk to her," He starts, "And she just gave it to me."

Mugman hesitates to take a muffin. "Really? Just like that?"

"I know! I was surprised too..." Cup lools away.

The muffins are beyond stale, like they've been petrified into fossils, but the boys are hungry enough to eat it all. It cements in their mouths.

"Dih yoo geh 'hese fo' fwee?"

Cuphead throws his wrapper away before they head into the theater for Sally Stageplay. "I hap no 'oins wefh o'er." He swallows the rock, "But it's still nice of the baker to gimme some."

"Oh, that's nice of 'im!"

They escape into the lobby. Warmth and red carpet greet them, yet no soul meets them as the crowd files into the doors for the show. The doors lock. The ticket booth shuts down, with whoever's in it reading Agatha Christie, ignoring the Cups as they break into an air vent.

"We're almost done with this, Mugs." Cuphead says aloud, blasting the philip screws, "Then we'll show that King Dice and Devil!"

"Yeah," Mugman is thinking of the end with hope, "we'll be off the hook and relax in no time."

"...Again, sorry for dealin' our souls."

"I forgive you already! Just never do it again!"

"...How about that time we got in trouble for scarin' the Bee Queen?'

Mugman frowns, "Never."

"But that wasn't as bad as almost drowned!"

"I made a friend though!"

They crawl through the vent system, navigating for the stage. Bickering, but stop as they reach directly over the stage where a woman performs.

On to the next contract.

--E--

And this concludes this fic! Hope you liked it! Please leave like and reviews to help me out! I'm always on the hunt for feedback, so anything is obliged.Have a golly good day!

(PS the last thing I leave with you in thia story... Do you think Cala Maria really handed over her contract?)