"And, now!"

Henry opened his eyes at Joey's say-so, looking at the building in front of him. It was only one story high. Its walls were painted white, with a wooden doorway. He couldn't see any windows along the walls. Henry turned his gaze to Joey, who admired the building as if it where a work of art at a museum.

"I don't get it, Jo," Henry said, turning back to the building. It was normal. Uninteresting. Bland. Just like the rest of Anaheim, California.

Joey sighed, as if the answer was obvious. "This is the studio Sillyvision rented us to work on the animation!" Joey grabbed Henry by the arm and began dragging his uneager friend towards the studio.

"D'you think they could have rented us something better?" Henry complained, tugging against Joey's grip.

"Just wait until you see the inside!" Joey insisted, pulling harder. Henry relented, and allowed Joey to drag him up to the door, but nothing further. The wooden door swung open, revealing a small entrance hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made out of planks of wood. It carried the smell of wood as well; along with something foul that Henry couldn't quite place. Pipes lined the ceiling. Joey leapt in, darting down the small hallway into the main room. Henry reluctantly followed him. The main room was built out of the same wooden planks. The same pipes ran through the ceiling. The only difference was the size, the small table, and the broken projector.

"We need to refurnish it a little," Joey said, giving a sheepish smile.

"No kidding," Henry grumbled. Joey ran back towards Henry, grabbing his arm again and pulling him toward one of the hallways that branched off the main room. "You haven't seen the main attraction yet!"

Joey was thin and boney, but he was surprisingly strong. Henry nearly tripped over his own feet trying to resist. "I can walk on my own, Jo!"

Joey let go with a huff. "Then hurry up!" He started off at a quick pace, Henry following behind him. The strange foul smell was getting stronger. After a turn in the hallway, a room came into view ahead. Joey all but ran toward it. Henry sighed, though he kept his pace. The sign over the door read "INK MACHINE". In the center of the room was a large hunk of machinery, covered and surrounded by splatters of a black substance. So that's what the smell is, Henry thought to himself. Ink.

Joey spread out his arms, as if he was showcasing the room. "The bosses at Sillyvision couldn't find a use for it, so they gave it to us!"

Henry looked around the room, trying not to breathe too deeply. There were a few pipes across the ceiling there too. Besides that, it was empty. Henry ran his hand through his hair, withholding a sigh. "Why exactly do we need this?"

Joey put a hand on the metal sides of the machine, gazing at it with adoration before responding, "It can help us get our work done faster. All we have to do is put a cel in, and it'll ink it in for us!"

Henry walked over and began to inspect the machine, walking at a slow pace around it. "How does it even work? This looks more like a makeshift pile of scrap metal than it does a machine."

Joey hesitated. "They never told me how it works, they just told me what it does."

Henry snorted. "When did they even tell you this? When did we get this place?"

"Ah, a few days ago..."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I wanted to check the place out myself, y'know. Find my way around, make sure it didn't look too bad."

Henry finished his inspection, arriving beside Joey. His friend's cheeks were red, making his faint freckles stand out. Henry sighed, patting Joey on the back. "I'm not mad at you, Jo. I just kinda wish you'd told me sooner."

"Well, at least now I know my way around enough to give you a tour..."

"Sure, just don't drag me this time."

A/N: Sorry this chapter was a little bit short (at least compared to the first). I'll be working on this story quite a bit. I have a couple surprises in store ;) Glad you guys like it so far.