A/N: Based on my current plans, we're looking at no more than ten chapters.

From the Case Files of George K. Fowler, Office of Extranormal Affairs

June, 1947: Marvin Acme, acclaimed comedian, industrialist, and the creator of Toontown, is found dead, apparently murdered by one of the very same Toons he had been supporting for almost two decades. Maroon Cartoon's Roger Rabbit is believed to have killed him in a fit of jealous rage after learning that his wife, Jessica Rabbit, was having an emotional affair with Acme. Detective Eddie Valiant, of Valiant & Valiant, uncovers the truth: Judge Doom of the Los Angeles Circuit killed Acme and framed Roger to gain control of Toontown. Acme's will is found, bequeathing Toontown to the Toons. Valiant begins helping Toons again after several years' lapse, and Roger Rabbit signs a contract with Walt Disney Productions to have his own cartoon.

New York City, 1948

Joey Drew was either out of his mind or an idiot to fly a detective from LA to New York. Eddie Valiant wasn't complaining, his plane ticket, lodging, and time were being paid for in advance by Drew Studios, plus the job itself. (Alright, so he was complaining a little, but odds were good that this would be a simple missing toon case the NYPD wasn't taking seriously, worse case scenario he got to see the Statue of Liberty. He was, after, all, the shmuck who agreed to come out here.)

Drew Studios was smack dab in Manhattan, at Broadway and 3rd Avenue. The building was unimpressive, but apparently it had several basement floors. Joey Drew had a reputation for being a little peculiar, even for a man who worked in cartoons. The front face of the building was dominated by a colorful sign reading, 'JOEY DREW STUDIOS.'

Eddie breathed a long-suffering sigh, hefted his travel bag over his shoulder, and pushed through the revolving door.

The studio was alive with the sound of creators at work, and it almost sounded like home. The entrance hall had posters all the way down showing some of the characters in Drew Studios' cartoons. Boris the Wolf (less villainous, more hungry), the Butcher Gang (a recurring group of bad guys made up of Charley, Barley, and Edgar), Alice Angel (her mediocre debut was followed up by the fantastic 'Hell or High Water' and her popularity exploded), and of course, the studio mascot, Bendy. Bendy was the big star, and had been ever since Drew Studios started getting some recognition back in '35.

The hall opened into a lobby, and an inter-office courier nearly ran into Eddie, gave a half-hearted apology, and kept on going. There were a couple of young men bickering off to the side, and a projector played an old Bendy cartoon on a screen at the back wall.

A woman wearing a knee-length checkered skirt and red lipstick approached Eddie as he took the scene in. "Can I help you, sir?" she said. She had a distinct Jersey accent.

"Yeah, uh, I've got a meeting with Mr. Drew?" he said. The secretary, probably, consulted her clipboard and asked for his name. "Valiant."

"Hm, I'm not seeing—"

A sharp whistle cut across the lobby, and a man who definitely wasn't Joey Drew but still seemed kind of familiar strode across the room, up to Eddie and the secretary. "It's fine, Sherry, we're expecting Mr. Valiant," he said. He was distinctly short, white, and slim. He looked young, without a trace of gray in his hair, and had a very thin pencil mustache. He was dressed professionally, but his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie was thrown over his shoulder to keep it clean. There were dark spots under his eyes.

"Alright, Mr. Hoskins," Sherry said, and quietly made a gesture like adjusting her collar; he picked up on her meaning and quickly sorted out his tie.

Sherry fluttered away, her heels clicking on the wood floor, and Eddie forced himself to look in any other direction. "So, uh, Mr. Hoskins?"

"Please, just call me Henry." Henry Hoskins, now that was a name that Eddie recognized from his research. Cofounder of Drew Studios, head animator for what little traditional animation they still produced. Despite his significance in the studio's history, he stayed out of the public eye, especially compared to Drew. "Pleasure, Mr. Valiant, I'm the lead artist here." Henry held out his hand for Eddie to shake.

'Lead artist' was a roundabout way of alluding to Henry's bigger role; he was one of those rare gifted people who possessed the power to literally bring their art to life. Some called them, 'Old Men,' after Disney's Nine Old Men, who had that power to a man.

Eddie shook Henry's hand. "Eddie Valiant."

"Oh, I don't think there's many people in this industry who haven't heard of you after last summer," Henry said.

"You'd be surprised."

"Well, at any rate, I'd like to talk somewhere a little more private. We're trying to keep things quiet as long as possible."

He led Eddie down the left wing to what was presumably Henry's office, surprisingly small for one of the studio's founders. There was an ordinary desk and chair, along with a light table that had been in use recently. He probably didn't have people in his office very often, judging by how the desk and chairs were piled high with papers. As Henry moved a heavy-looking binder off of a chair, Eddie looked around a little.

Framed art covered the walls, but especially over the light table. There were character model sheets, concept art, a few posters. Some photographs had been pinned up. There was one of Henry and another man, at least a few years younger. Another was clearly a wedding portrait, showing Henry and a pretty woman with dark hair. Eddie checked surreptitiously to confirm that yes, Henry was wearing a wedding band.

Then there was another photo, this one of a little girl who couldn't have been older than five, and right next to that photo was a child's drawing of Bendy done in crayon.

"Your daughter?" Eddie said.

Henry swung his head around to see what Eddie was referring to, and broke into a smile. "Yeah, my little girl. Beth just turned six. Do you have any children, Mr. Valiant?"

Eddie shook his head emphatically. "No, no no, that life ain't for me."

"Well, it isn't easy, I'll say that much, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Then again, if even half of what the papers say is true, you've taken on some work far more difficult than raising a child." Henry threw his hands up as the mess defeated him. "Bah. I'm sorry Joey didn't come meet you himself, he's scatter-brained at the best of times. I—what in the world is that noise?"

There was some kind of rustling noise coming from the coat closet. Eddie was closer, so he pulled the door open, and a puny cartoon devil came tumbling out, dramatically gasping for air.

"I thought I was a goner!" Bendy wheezed. "It smells like a sewer in there!"

"Bendy!" Henry snapped, but he didn't look all that bothered by it, smiling as he spoke. "How long have you been in there?"

"Uh…what day is it?"

"Same as when I saw you this morning. Why aren't you on set?"

"Cause they're still cleanin' up after the last take," Bendy drawled, dropping all of the wheezing he had affected. It was a gag, between Toon and creator, maybe not exactly that situation but the format of Bendy cracking wise while Henry was the straight man was nothing new. Not for the first time Eddie reflected on just how weird artists were.

"So, this the flatfoot who's gonna find Alice?" Bendy said, turning his attention to Eddie and sizing him up.

"I hope so," Henry said. "Mr. Valiant, Bendy. Bendy, Eddie Valiant."

"Hmph," Bendy grunted, and Eddie's response was more or less the same. He was way too used to being around Toons.

"So, Alice Angel?" Eddie said.

"Yes, that's right," Henry said, sobering. "Alice has been missing for a little over a week. The last time anyone saw her was the Friday before last. Joey tried to report her missing, but New York's Finest laughed at him." The sarcasm was practically dripping off of Henry. Bendy murmured something about, " #&%ing pigs," with the sound of a bike horn. Definitely a New Yorker.

"No surprise there," Eddie said. He held up his box of cigarettes. "Alright if I smoke?"

"Sorry, I'd prefer if you didn't," Henry said. Eddie nodded and quietly pocketed the box. "We tried searching for her ourselves, but everyone here is so busy with work. There's been some calls to PI's in the area, but they didn't want anything to do with Toons. If I'm being honest, as much as I trust Joey, I objected when he wanted to hire you, Mr. Valiant, but I think he's panicking."

"Well, if we're being honest, I thought it was a little funny myself. As for your little starlet…" Eddie set his jaw. "She wouldn't be the first to go running off into the city for a good time, but she doesn't seem like the type. Anybody check her place?"

"Hm?" Henry blinked. "Oh, no, Alice lives here in the studio, along with Bendy and Boris."

Well that explained some of the expansions, dorms for the Toons. It was practically unknown in Hollywood since Toontown was brought to life, and even before then it was uncommon for studios to have private housing for their ink-based stars. Toons weren't treated well in general, but there was still some acknowledgement that they were people, human-like, and wanted to be treated like adults. Unless it was funny, of course. Hell, even Roger—

"ACHOO!"

The room went very still, as that had definitely not been either of the humans who had sneezed comically loudly, and Bendy wasn't trying to use Henry's shirt as a handkerchief, and also the sneeze had come from Eddie's travel bag.

"I, uh, think your bag might have a cold," Bendy drawled.

Eddie could feel his blood pressure rising. He dropped his bag unceremoniously to the floor, and the impact was accompanied by a yelp. Eddie roughly unzipped the bag, reached in to the elbow, and yanked out a Toon rabbit by the straps of his red overalls, wriggling as he tried to get free. "Oh, boy, is it stuffy in there! My ears were burning, was somebody talkin' about me?"

"Roger!" Eddie snapped, as he lifted Roger Rabbit up so he could look him in the eyes. "What're you doing here?"

Roger rambled, oblivious to Eddie's frustration. "Well, I heard you were going to New York, and I've always wanted to go to New York, so I thought, why not go see New York with my best pal? Then we can solve a case together, just like the good ol' days!"

"'The good ol' days?' You mean last summer, when you were framed for murdering Marvin Acme and almost got the both of us killed?"

"Yeah, just like then!" Roger said earnestly.

Eddie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and dropped Roger so he could rub his temples. Bendy looked excited, which couldn't be good, and Henry was laughing. "Do I even want to know what you did with my spare clothes?" Eddie snapped.

Meanwhile, a ten-year-old girl in Albuquerque was very confused when she unpacked her suitcase and found a pair of men's boxers with hearts printed on them.

"Pu-bu-bu-bu-robably not!" Roger trilled, and darted away from Eddie to avoid retaliation.

Roger stopped in front of Bendy and gasped dramatically. "Oh, boy! I never thought I'd get to meet Bendy, I just saw the last cartoon you were in! Oh, the artistry! The drama! The tragedy! It was inspired!" Roger cried, swooning.

Bendy was all too eagerly soaking up the praise. "Well, you ain't too bad yaself, Rabbit. Put 'er there, pal," Bendy said. Roger happily shook his hand, and even as Roger was viciously zapped by Bendy's joy buzzer, he shook Bendy's hand so strongly that the little devil was lifted up off his feet and shaken up and down. By the time they were finished, Roger's fur was singed and Bendy was dizzy and a droplet of ink fell from the edge of his widow's peak like sweat.

"Toons," Eddie said gruffly.

"Toons," Henry said cheerfully.

Artists.

A knock came at the door, and a blonde kid pushed it open. "Henry, you're needed on the sound stage. And have you seen—oh, Bendy's right here, perfect. You should know, Mr. Drew is getting anxious."

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there," Henry said. "Do you mind coming downstairs, Mr. Valiant? Knowing Joey, if he doesn't see you with his own eyes he'll end up keeping you waiting a while."

Eddie just gestured for Henry to lead the way.

There was a lift to the lower floors, Henry explained, but the sound stage was only one floor down. The stairs were easier. Bendy hopped up on Henry's shoulder and Henry didn't even blink; Roger saw this, looked at Eddie hopefully, and Eddie ignored him.

All things considered, the studio was nothing special compared to the kinds of setups you saw in LA, but you wouldn't know it from the way Henry spoke proudly about starting the studio with Joey Drew, creating Bendy and building the studio into a strong contender, expanding the staff to a fair size, if smaller than some other studios of the same age—coming up on fifteen years.

There was one weird thing, though.

"What's with the pipes?" Eddie said, of the clear plexiglass pipes carrying a trickle of some dark black substance. The pipes seemed to run (and drip) everywhere in the building, from the lobby to the offices to the stairwells.

Henry didn't even need to look to know what Eddie was talking about. "Much like your being here, a result of Joey panicking. I'm still not all that sure about it myself, I was a little distracted with a newborn, but I have my suspicions. Around that time, before Bendy became real, the studio was having some trouble. We couldn't really keep up with the larger studios out west. I'm thinking Joey got pulled in by a conman, he was desperate but it could happen to anyone—"

Bendy cut in when it was clear Henry was going to keep rambling and making excuses. "Joey wanted to try and use some hunk-a-junk 'Old Man-in-a-Can' to try and make me real. Not to, uh, doubt him? But let's just say I'm real glad Henry pulled it off before the machine ever got off the ground."

Eddie made a sour face. "Hold on, hold on, he tried to build a machine to make Toons?"

"Well, yes," Henry said, wincing. "Don't get me wrong, Joey's my best friend, but he can be a little…"

"Short-sighted. Impulsive. Dumb as a box of rocks," Bendy said.

"Anyways! It was a mess from the beginning, but it never would have worked, Joey's Ink Machine," Henry said. "I saw the blueprints once, most of the writing was some nonsense scribbles. He's embarrassed by it, really. But it'd be expensive and messy to take it all apart, it's just been left as it is."

"A monument to stupidity," Bendy quipped, and Henry shook his head.

Joey Drew was even more of an eccentric than rumor claimed, then. Bringing Toons to life without needing an Old Man? He wasn't the first person to try, but there was a reason that studios still employed Old Men. The attempts ended in spectacular failure, and the failures were well-publicized. From what Eddie knew, nobody had really tried to do it in at least ten years. The general conclusion was that it was impossible to replicate an Old Man's power. Joey must have been really desperate.

The sound stage on B1 was a raucous mess of people moving back and forth trying to get their jobs done. Above the sound crew setting up and testing mics, above artists organizing work, above the cleanup crew getting out of the way, a man's booming voice dominated the room. "Somebody shut off that fan! I want that playback ready to go on cue this time! And where is Bendy?"

Crew moved aside as somebody pushed their way through, and there was a man Eddie recognized from his picture in the papers, looking a little red in the face from exertion and the stage lights. Joey Drew was a white man standing at about six foot tall, built sturdy. His facial hair was grown out and a little unkempt, and already light hair was shot through with gray. He had clever eyes and laugh lines.

"Finally!" Joey declared. His voice was deep and booming, filling the space he was in. He pointed a finger at Bendy as though in accusation. "Just where did you run off to? After everything that's happened, I would think you—"

Henry grabbed Joey's hand and forced it down. "Give it a rest, Joey. He was upstairs in my office, meeting Mr. Valiant."

"Wait, Valiant?" Joey said, and for the first time he looked at Eddie. His face was starting to return to a healthier pallor. "Mr. Valiant!" Joey exclaimed, with no small amount of relief, and he laughed. "Goodness, I didn't expect you here so early!" It was almost four in the afternoon. "Oh, but it is wonderful to meet you in person, put 'er there."

They shook hands, and Joey's grip was firm. "Mr. Valiant, please do forgive me, but could I have just one minute and then we can go back upstairs."

Eddie waved him along. Joey pulled Henry and Buddy up towards the sound stage, clapping Henry on the back and they chatted amiably as they went out of sight. Eddie took a few steps off to the side to lean against a wall in a mostly unoccupied corner. A janitor in denim coveralls was leaning over a trash can, rooting around in the garbage.

"Lose something?"

The janitor jumped and hit his head on the edge of the trash can and stood up straight massaging the bump. He was a young black man, in his early twenties at best. "Nope, didn't lose nothing! I was just, uh…" He had a strong Brooklyn accent. "Definitely did not lose my keys, nosiree…"

"Don't worry about it, kid, no skin off my nose," Eddie said, and then he rethought it. "Just one question, though, how long have you been missing your keys?"

The janitor, his name tag said Wally, looked at Eddie funny. "Uh, I had them an hour ago? But thanks, anyways. Oh, hell, I'm outta here," Wally said suddenly, and darted away as Joey returned.

Joey had his attention split as he opened a small vial. It looked a little like something Eddie's girl Dolores had ordered out of the Sears catalog, some oil that was supposed to relieve stress but mostly the strong smell just gave Eddie a headache. Running a cartoon studio, though, Joey probably needed all the stress relief he could get.

Joey sniffed the contents of the vial and made a face. "Blast it, I think it's gone bad. Mr. Valiant, does this smell like lemon to you?" Joey said as he suddenly shoved the vial in Eddie's face. Eddie reflexively pushed it away but not fast enough to avoid catching a whiff of something that was certainly not lemon, but smelled a lot like eggs that had been rotting for months and a sketchy pet store. Eddie turned away to cough and retch.

"What the hell?" Eddie spat as Joey was laughing. Roger came closer to investigate, caught the scent directly, turned green, and dropped to the floor stiff as a board clutching a drooping flower between his hands.

"Ha-ha! Oh, dear, I just couldn't resist!" Joey said as he wiped his eyes, tearing up from laughing so hard at Eddie. Eddie just scowled at him. "Oh, don't be like that, Mr. Valiant, it was just a joke." He corked the vial and replaced it in his coat pocket. The smell was still present, but Joey seemed unperturbed. He tapped a finger on the side of his nose. "Can't smell a thing, never been able to, makes the gag just a little more convincing."

"Yeah, well, right now I'm wishing I couldn't smell." Eddie really had regained his sense of humor since the Acme case, but that didn't mean he had the patience for some guy who thought that Acme Brand Stink Syrup(TM) was a replacement for an actual joke.

"Oh, for the love of, I'm sorry, alright? It won't happen again," Joey said, and to his credit he sounded pretty genuine.

"Right, well, I'd like to get to work, if you're done playing pranks."

"Now hold your horses, Mr. Valiant, there's no need to be hasty. A minute one way or the other won't make much of a difference."

Eddie begged to differ, but made himself shut up and stay put. It was hard when Roger was standing behind Joey waggling his finger and making faces.

"There we go. Now, Mr. Valiant, tell me, have you ever seen an Old Man use their power?"

"You kiddin'? I'm from LA, you can't swing a dead cat without hitting an Old Man."

Joey pouted at him. "Well, I personally never get tired of watching." He turned back toward the sound stage.

The crew was settling and clearing the space, and on the sound stage Henry was with an assistant artist on one side and the director on the other, looking over a drawing done by the assistant with Henry's guidance and input.

There were no bright colors or auditory cues when an Old Man went to work. There was just an invisible shift in the air, like the way light passing through a gap in the curtains moved across the wall. And as Henry's eyes passed over the empty space, the image in the drawing was reproduced in three dimensions. The floor became a city street, the back wall, a store front. A couple of lamp posts, a manhole cover, the sidewalk, all of it rounded and polished and matching the style of Drew Studios' cartoons.

So there was still some wonder at seeing drawings come to life. Everybody was watching quietly, but nobody seemed quite as happy as Henry, even after using his power so many times. It was never mundane to him, how could it be?

As it was drawn by another artist, the set would only last a couple of hours before turning to dust. Only if Henry drew it himself would it be permanent. Nobody quite knew how that power worked, but there was a consistent set of rules to how it could be used.

When the set was completed, Henry was perspiring and grinning. The page in his hand had started spontaneously leaking ink from the center out, and by the time he was done it was soaked through with black ink.

Henry took a step back, and like that, the spell was broken, and everybody went straight back to work.

Joey clapped a hand on Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie jumped. "Alright, then, let's get to business."

Joey's office was three times the size of Henry's, significantly more organized, with significantly fewer personal touches. The left wall had a bookshelf mostly filled with knick-knacks, and the right wall had a couple of newspaper clippings, a magazine cover, and a poster for the Butcher Gang. It was a little chilly, the vent was wide open. Eddie made Roger wait outside the office, which carried its own risks, but it was at least a calculated one.

"So, Henry already told you what's happened?" Joey said as he stepped behind his desk.

"More or less. You want me to find Alice."

"That's exactly right, Mr. Valiant. It's been madness this past week, I'm at my wit's end. Speaking of, I really am sorry about the state I was in when you first came downstairs, it's just been…difficult," Joey said. "We're all so worried about her, the police only mocked me, and I shudder to imagine what could have happened to her."

"Mm-hm,. You gotta understand, Mr. Drew, you're not giving me a lot to work off of here, and I can't guarantee I'm gonna find her. It's not easy to hurt a Toon, but it ain't hard for a smart Toon to make themselves disappear."

Joey shook his head. "I hope she isn't hurt, but even if she did run away, she couldn't possibly have done it without help."

"What's that mean?"

"Just what I said. Alice, and Bendy and Boris as well, they're all clever, but not particularly, what's the word, worldly. They don't really leave the studio very often, and when they do they usually have a chaperone, either myself or Henry."

Eddie squinted at him. "No offense, Drew, but that's a little funny to keep Toons locked up in a studio."

"Not locked up, goodness!" You make it sound like they're here against their wills!" Joey said, visibly appalled. "But, Mr. Valiant, this isn't Los Angeles. There isn't a haven like Toontown here in New York, but people aren't any kinder to Toons here than they are in California. Do you recall Fleisher Studios?"

"Sure I know 'em. Hell, my brother and I worked for 'em once back in the day. They, uh…" Eddie frowned as he recalled the details. Had to be spring of '42, Fleischer Studios was going defunct. The case wasn't actually for Max Fleischer, Valiant & Valiant were hired by Betty Boop and Bingo after the couple moved to California along with some other Fleischer Bros. Toons.

Eddie wet his lips. "Right. The stalker."

Now it was coming back to him. Betty had a stalker who had been harassing her for some six months. The creep wasn't subtle about it, but he was a human and she was a Toon, so the NYPD would not do a think about it, and the stalker even followed Betty and Bingo all the way across the country. They had been afraid he might try to hurt one or both of them, so Teddy got Betty and Bingo safely to Toontown while Eddie waited at the motel room and gave the stalker the scare of his life. The involvement of Valiant & Valiant did not make the papers, but word of mouth still spread the story among the Toons.

"Alright, I get what you mean."

"Thank you, Mr. Valiant," Joey said, relaxing a little and smiling gratefully. "It's incidents just like that one that make me fear for the safety of my Toons. They haven't expressed any interest in living somewhere else, so I'm only too happy to let them have a home here."

Persuasive guy, Eddie thought. "So, whether she left of her own will or not, somebody else had to be involved. That's definitely something to look into. Still can't guarantee anything, but I can do some digging."

"Fantastic," Joey said, flashing a big grin. "About your compensation, I admit that this work is a little nebulous and the time frame is going to be uncertain."

"At least a couple days."

"I thought as much. We'll stick with the daily rate we agreed upon plus expenses, yes? You do have a reputation for results, and for being a man of strong morals, so I think I can trust that you won't sit back and do nothing."

This was already going better than Eddie feared it would. "That sounds damn fair, Mr. Drew."

And they shook on the agreement.

"So Alice lives here in the studio, but does she have any friends outside of it?"

"Ah, I wouldn't know, I speak with her less than I would like," Joey said, as he went to write out a check for the first day of work.

"Then who would know?"

"Well, Henry is certainly closest with the Toons," Joey said. "But he's a tad busy at the moment, and rather worn out. Otherwise, she spends quite a bit of time around our Music Director, Sammy Lawrence. You're welcome to speak to him, the lift can take you down to level B4. I only ask that you avoid going into sound stage while it is in use. Level C is under construction but the button on the lift is disabled anyways. And there is one room on this level you will pass on the way to the lift, it's boarded up, but that is the site of a, eh, project that didn't work out."

"The Ink Machine?"

Joey's lip curled. "So, Henry told you about that, did he? Wonderful. Nevertheless, I recommend staying clear. And that goes double for Roger. The last thing I need is Disney on me, on top of everything else."

That, at least, Eddie could understand.

When Eddie went to leave, he was relieved to find Roger was just where he left him, now chatting with that same janitor from downstairs. Wally wasn't doing his job in the slightest, but was leaning on his mop with the bucket left right where somebody could step in it.

"Wally! Perfect timing!" Joey boomed, and Wally nearly fell over in surprise, stood upright, and grinned. "You can show Mr. Valiant—"

"Show him the door! On it, boss!" Wally said, dropping his mop and pushing his sleeves up.

"Show him the lift, Wally!" Joey interjected.

"Show him the lift! On it, boss!" Wally said in the same tone, fixing his sleeves and adjusting his cap.

Joey clapped his hands together. "Well, Mr. Valiant, on behalf of every one of my employees, I wish you could luck. I believe in you, Eddie, and with the power of belief, nothing is impossible." He was beaming, and there was a twinkle in his eye.

Eddie nodded and touched the brim of his hat. "Let's get going, Roger."

The door closed loudly behind them.

"So, you find your keys?" Eddie said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" Wally said, and kept on walking as he fished out a keyring and jangled it. Roger was intensely fascinated by the keys. "And now I get why you were so curious about when I lost 'em, if they'd been lost a while somebody might've used them to break in."

"Smart kid," Eddie said dryly. It really had been his concern.

"Don't think it's that much. Aw, geez, Eddie Valiant. My aunt's wild about that true crime stuff. Uh! Not that I'm gonna mention anything about it until after you're done," Wally added quickly. Again, smarter than some of the people Eddie had worked for in the past. "You are here to find Alice, right? She's quite a gal, just hope she's alright."

Wally took Eddie down a hall, past administrative offices, and down a small flight of stairs to a break room. In the back corner was the lift Joey told him about.

"Hey, so, I couldn't help but overhear a little," Wally said. "You're gonna go talk to Mr. Lawrence?"

"'Overheard,' huh?" Eddie said doubtfully. "Yeah, that's right."

"Can I give you a piece of advice?" Wally crossed his arms and slouched. "Sammy's pretty much always angry at everybody, and it's easy to cheese him off. He's just damn good at makin' music so everybody puts up with him. But, if you want to start out on his good side, offer him a cigarette. He'll probably turn you down, but he'll be a little easier to talk to."

And that was why you were polite to the janitors: they had the dirt on everyone. "Offer him a cigarette, huh? I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, kid."

"Yeah, well, no problem, Mr. Valiant," Wally said. He held out his hand. Eddie frowned, but he shook the proffered hand. "Good luck finding Alice."

"…Yeah."

Weird kid, but Eddie had met weirder in just the last hour. Eddie pushed his hands into his pockets.

The lift was a little rickety and very slow, but better than too fast. Eddie pulled the grate shut, and Roger insisted on pushing the button, but at least he didn't push all the buttons.

As the lift slowly descended, Eddie lit a cigarette. He set his jaw, and noticed Roger looking at him eagerly. "What?"

"I know that face, that's the Eddie Valiant Thinkin' Face!"

The worst part was that Roger wasn't wrong. He really had been thinking.

Eddie tapped his cigarette and said, "You ever see an Old Man work, Roger?"

Roger perked up. "Oh, sure plenty of times! Not as much at Disney, but at Maroon Cartoons, all the time!"

"So, you know what it looks like and you saw when Henry made the set a bit ago. You notice anything weird about it?"

"Huh, weird?" Roger said, and he tapped his chin in thought. "Well, now that you mention it…" He tilted his head to the side. "I ain't never seen an animator get so tired after Old-Manning. It's usually easy for 'em, right? But Henry looked like he was gonna pass out by the end of it."

Ignoring the interesting turn of phrase, Eddie nodded. "What else?"

"Uh, oh, yeah, and the paper he was using!" Roger exclaimed. "It got all gross and inky, made a whole big mess! I've never seen anything like that happen before?"

"Me neither. I already felt like something was up, but now I'm sure of it." Eddie pulled out the paper that Wally had quietly given him while they shook hands and held the note up to Roger. "Something stinks at this studio."

Written in a heavy hand were the words:

DON'T TRUST JOEY DREW