A/n: I fI owned the game, this wouldn't be on here, would it?

RINGRINGRING!

Click.

"Good morning, Henry!"

"What the fuck are you doing calling me at 7:30 in the morning, Joey?"

Henry Inker had to get up every morning to a crying baby girl, at 9:00 am after working all night long. He didn't need this crap from Joey. Joey Drew was Henry's business partner and general asshole to all the staff they had, but Henry knew that he meant well in the end. Sure, his eccentricities had led them to slaughtering their careers over the years, but they had been friend since high school. It made sense for them to be friends, really. With Joey's know-how and Henry's skill and talent, the two knew they were destined for greatness. Now if only someone else would see it.

"Ummmm…"

"Well? What is it?", Henry sighed, hearing a certain fussy toddler start to wake up.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?", Joey asked, sounding very unsure of himself-out of character for the boisterous Joey.

"Um…", Henry stepped into his small room in his apartment that served as his daughter's room to scoop her up while holding the phone to his ear, "Good news would be...good? I guess….."

"We got the building! It's really big and it smells a little funky but…"

"JOEY! The bad news?", Henry bounced his child, shushing her.

"It's gonna be a bit empty...hehheh…."

"WHAT?! Joey, what did you do?"

"Our employees kinda quit.", Joey's voice went flat before springing up again, "But don't worry! I'm sure that they won't press charges because I kinda, sorta, overworked them maybe!"

"JOEY! Are you crazy?", Henry whisper-shouted trying not to disturb the now-quiet bundle in his arms.

"Um...going through a tunnel! KRRRSSSHHHH! See you later, Henry!", The wannabe entrepreneur hung up.

Henry sighed heavily. Joey Drew-while being very creative-was a man of ideas and only ideas. Problem was, none of those stuck to the gangly man and if they didn't work the first time he was ready to throw in the towel. Henry needed to find Joey fast, otherwise the man might drink himself in a stupor again. Last time he did that, he had ended up in Toontown and was arrested for not having a pass. There were strict rules about Toons and humans interacting, especially in Hollywood where they lived. The last thing their silly little startup studio needed was to have racist assholes after them. Most people hated passes, mostly because the slips of paper were racist and in poor taste, but no one could deny the need for it since the Toons could bend reality pretty easily.

Animators were really the only ones that went near them outside of Toontown, their job being to help these beloved characters get on the actual screen, but they were all in it for the money. Henry wasn't. He simply had always wanted to meet a Toon, maybe make his own in an animation studio...see it come to life with the Trademark Ink that was so sought after because having it would mean recognition for Joey and joy for Henry.

So how to go about finding Joey? He'd be in their new place, no doubt, since Henry hadn't recognized the number on his cell phone. But who to take care of little Linda while he was gone? The regular babysitter would be in school by now and Henry was thinking of replacing her, anyway. A whistling outside answered his question.

SLAM!

"SAMMY!", Henry shouted at the tall, thin man who grasped his heart before giving him a glare..

Samuel Lawrence was a very odd man. He was tall and thin as a scarecrow with scruffy blonde hair. He was an eccentric musician, neighbor of Henry's for 7 years now, so he was used to the constant fights the artist had with his friend. It was no surprise to him when Henry explained his predicament.

"So what does this have to do with you scaring me to death?", The musician's monotone voice droned as he fixed his crumpled bow tie.

"Sammy, I need you to babysit for me!", Henry grinned as he tried to pass his infant into Sammy's arms.

"No. And I told you to stop calling me Sammy.", Sammy took a step back.

"Aw, c'mon! Please? Just for today?", The younger man whimpered.

"Ugh...fine.", Sammy sighed, awkwardly holding the baby now, "Does it need a leash or...Henry?"

Henry couldn't hear him, he was running down the hall.

A/N: Chapter 1 done! Reviews make me wanna do more!