***Hello, everyone! Here is my first ever Cuphead fic, so be easy on me, my friends. Anyways, I don't own the Elder Kettle, Cuphead, or Mugman, so let's jump in!

Part One: Excuse Me

There was nothing like a warm cup of tea and a book on a rainy evening. That was just one of the things that the Elder Kettle enjoyed. Yes, sitting by a crackling fire with a good novel was wonderful. Until he heard a knocking on his door.

Curious, he marked his page in his book and went towards the door. Now, who in their right mind would be out in a storm like this? he thought. But when he opened the door, he gasped.

A young child with cracks in his teacup-shaped head stood shivering and soaked, a wailing baby wrapped in a ratty blue blanket in his arms. "Excuse me, mister, I'm Cuphead. I know we've just met, but can I ask you for some food for my brother?" Cuphead asked.

The Elder Kettle stood in shock for a moment. Then, he regained his senses and actually did something. "Come inside, come inside. You'll get sick in weather like this," he said.

So, Cuphead walked inside. The house felt pleasantly warm; something he hadn't felt in a while.

"Just sit down on the couch. I think I can find something for your little brother. And a towel for you too," the Elder Kettle said. Then, he went off to his kitchen.

As he searched for milk to warm up and give to Cuphead's crying brother, he also had a bit of time to try and wrap his head around this. Two boys showing up on his doorstep, one wailing in hunger and one desperate for food, both soaked in rain and shivering... what the heck?

So many questions had to be asked now that they'd surfaced. But, immediate pressing would just make matters worse. This would have to be eased into. So, the Elder Kettle poured a bit of milk into a small cup and heated it up. He also grabbed a towel before going back to the living room.

"Some milk for your brother and a towel for yourself," he said kindly.

Cuphead took them both, putting the towel next to him. "Drink up, Mugman," he said. He held the cup to little Mugman's mouth and allowed him to drink from it.

After a few moments, the cup was empty and Mugman was happy. He was put on his brother's lap while Cuphead dried himself off with the towel. "Thanks, mister," he said.

"I'm the Elder Kettle. But how old are you, son?" the Elder Kettle asked.

"Six. And Mugman's three months old," Cuphead said. He suddenly yawned, rubbing at his eyes.

"It's late. You two should get some rest. I have a guest room, actually. It hasn't been used in a while, but it should be in good condition," the Elder Kettle said, standing up.

Cuphead got up too, Mugman seemingly asleep in his arms now that he'd had some warm milk. "Okay," he said.

So, the Elder Kettle lead Cuphead with Mugman up the stairs and to a quaint little guest room. "Here we are. I might be up for a while longer, so don't hesitate to ask me for anything," the Elder Kettle said. He watched Cuphead fall asleep with Mugman on his chest before tucking the boys in. But, the common question was still there.

What in the heck was going on?

***This has probably been done a million times and it's also probably crap. I have the next part already written, but that's for tomorrow. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!