(gentle tense music)
- Mugman.
(dramatic tones)
Mugman.
(dramatic tones)
Mugman.
(dramatic tones)
Mugman.
(slow melancholy music)
(couch squishing loudly)
- What in the world's wrong, boy?
Did you lose something?
(muffled speaking)
What could you possibly lose to make you so upset?
- M... m... My pocket knife!
- Aw, is that all?
That's easily replaceable.
It's not like you lost Mugman.
(dramatic tones)
(gasping frightfully)
(crying loudly)
(door slamming heavily)
They're so emotional at this age.
(crying loudly continues)
- Don't worry, Mugsy, I'll find some to bring you home.
(gentle tense music returns)
(growling evilly)
(whip snapping loudly)
(grunting tiredly)
(slow rhythmic music)
(chattering frightfully)
(whistling happily)
So, how long have you been here?
- Ah!
- Ya don't say.
Well, I'm only here till my brother comes and gets me.
(footsteps pounding)
- Prisoner, don't talk to the inhabitants!
- Wow, look at them chompers.
Can you even close your mouth all the way?
- Don't talk to me either.
- Just one more question,
is it hard for you to eat pasghetti with those?
- Not if I cut it up.
- Ew, you cut up pasghetti?
Gross.
- I said don't talk to me!
- Oh hey, what's this thing do?
- Oh no!
(plummeting rapidly)
(fire whooshing largely)
- Oops.
Well, on the bright side, now we can keep talking.
- Ah!
- So, there was this one time,
I found a shoe on the side of the road
and I decided to pick it up.
(gentle tense music returns)
- If that Mug's brother thinks he can steal my pitchfork,
he's got another thing coming.
- Uh, but boss,
you can't just kidnap people and bring 'em down here.
That's the rules.
- Rules? (dramatic tones)
I don't care about rules!
They stole my pitchfork!
Half of my powers are tied up in that thing.
I can't zap stuff, I can't shoot fire,
I can't even teleport!
- Uh, well, at least you can still transform.
- That's not as much fun as using fire!
It was my whole style.
I was so expressive when I had my pitchfork.
Now, I don't even know what to do with my hands.
I...
(grunting confusedly)
(sighing hopelessly)
- Uh, you still got that big spoon that came with it.
(spoon sparkling)
(curious tones)
- Could you put that thing away before someone sees it?
It's embarrassing.
(gentle tense music returns)
It's time to even score with that Cup.
First, I'll crush his beloved brother's spirit.
(Cuphead humming nonchalantly)
Look at that blue-nosed buffoon.
This will be so easy.
- Uh, I don't know, boss.
I wouldn't underestimate Mugman.
- Oh, please.
I bet I can break his spirit before the clock strikes 12.
(gentle tense music escalating)
- I'll take that bet.
- What? I wasn't actually suggesting.
(humming interestingly)
Alright, henchman, what's on the line?
- And all-expense paid trip to the destination of my choice.
(bell dinging)
- Deal.
- And no cheatin'.
(gentle tense music escalating)
- Why, henchman, you cut me to the quick.