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The Cuphead Show Season Four Ep. 1

*Chapter Summary: A month after Cuphead winning the game rock-paper-scissors against the Devil, the cup trio find themselves yet again in the Devil's hands. However, this time, there is a new debt that they must pay with the contracts of the soul debtors.*

*A/N: Hey guys, welcome to the first episode of the Cuphead Show Season Four. This is not the official Season Four of The Cuphead Show, but this is how we imagine of what the story will continue after season 3. This story is published on August 2, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, don't be afraid to vote and comment. That would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy and have a blessed day!*

Episode One: The New Debt

The Devil lost again.

In his pink bubble bath that his henchman prepared earlier with pickle slices over his ruby eyes, Devil lays back against the shiny porcelain tub surrounded by the pink walls despite being in Hell. His blue-tint fur soaks from his chest to his thighs. His feet are prompted up at the edge of the tub with yellow sharp toenails sticking out. His horns are long enough to almost touch the wall behind him if he hasn’t tilt his head down with his chin touching the water barely. His arms rest along the round sides of the tub, his long talons making clicking sounds when he taps them against the ceramic in deep thought.

Damn that cup, his blue-nosed buffoon of a brother, and Chalice, Devil thinks to himself, popping the pink bubbles angrily with his sharp tail in the bath. What is once just him being dejected from losing to rock paper scissors to Cuphead of all people, now has turned into a rage. Now everyone in the Inkwell Isles will treat him like a joke. No one and nothing will fear him. They’ll see. They’ll see that he’s not a joke—

A knock interrupts his train of thought, and the wooden door creaks open to reveal the plump purple demon, Henchman, with his back slouched.

“D’uh, boss, you have a visitor,” Henchman announces, pointing at someone in the shadows behind him with his thumb under the yellow gloves.

“Ugh, this better be important,” Devil groans, sitting up slightly.

King Dice steps out of the shadows with a purple suit in tact, leaning against the doorway with his elbow over Henchman. He crosses his legs, flashing a charming grin on his square head. “Hey, boss!”

“Dice?” Devil perks up, pickle slices falling off of his face. The water makes sloshing sounds when he drops his feet into the tub. The six-sided head gambler, with one white-gloved hand dangling next to the doorway and another one form a fist that rests on his hip, waves with the hand that dangles next to the doorway. The purple coat parts slightly, showing the white buttoned-up shirt and a loosened black tie underneath.

When Devil notices Dice’s charming smile, he rubs his eyes with a groan. “Ugh, what are you doing here?”

“I noticed your loss with Cuphead. Rock-Paper-Scissors, was it?” Dice brings up, his charm never faltering.

“Ugh, do you have to bring that up?!” Devil growls, fists clenching and shaking. “If it weren’t for that blue-nosed brother of his, that cup’s soul would’ve been mine along with Chalice’s. And who does she think she is? I gave her free-will by giving her ghost abilities in exchange for a favor. And what does she do?!”

“She stabs you in the back,” Dice guesses, giving his boss a deadpan stare.

“SHE STABS ME IN THE BACK!” Devil howls, thrusting his shampoo bottle across the bathroom. Henchman and Dice doesn’t wince at the clattering sound of the bottle.

Devil continues angrily, “Now I can’t obtain either of their souls because I lost the game to Cuphead of all people! Stupid little piece of—”

“You know, I thought a bath would’ve at least calm you down,” Dice interrupts before Devil can curse. “But I guess I was mistaken.”

“Ugh, you might as well tell me what you want and get out of here.”

“Right,” Dice says, stepping into the bathroom and leaning against the wall next to the bathtub. “You see, I have this idea about obtaining that cup’s soul. Not just Cuphead’s but Mugman’s and Chalice’s. All three of them at the same time.”

Devil perks in interest, scrubbing himself with the washcloth. “Go on.”

“Weell,” Dice replies in a sing-song tone before cutting it back to seriousness. “I noticed how Cuphead loves games. I say we open up a casino. The one where people bet their money and souls to ‘win big’. If he sees the casino, he’ll be attracted to it like a moth to the flame. Mugman and Chalice may try to stop him, but they won’t leave him in the casino alone. In fact, they’ll go down with Cuphead if that means saving him.”

Devil’s grin grows big at the explanation. “Dice, you little devil. Not only will I gain more souls than ever before, but I can get those cups if they ever come around!”

Dice nods his head with a mischievous grin. “All it requires is waiting for the right time to pounce.”

Devil chuckles like a sadistic cartoon villain. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. But are you sure this is going to work?”

“Believe me, it will. And these dice—” Dice says while taking out the small six-sided pair of dice. The dice glows pink while Dice’s eyes turn green. “—are loaded and ready to roll.”

~.~

It has been a month since Cuphead’s last battle with The Devil.

Well, if Mugman has to put it lightly, it’s just a stupid game of Rock-Paper-Scissors picked by Cuphead to save Chalice’s soul while throwing his own soul and Mugman’s along into the mix. Devil would have their souls if Cuphead wasn’t lucky enough to win every single round.

As Mugman is walking with Cuphead and Chalice through the woods and licking their ice creams, Cuphead glances at them with a smile.

“What a great day. Hard to believe that it’s been a month since we saw the Devil,” Cuphead replies.

“Good riddance, I say,” Mugman responds.

“Aaaaand how! I’m done dealin’ with the Devil,” Chalice adds with a smile.

Cuphead notices a sign up ahead and points it with his ice cream. “Say, what’s that?”

The three cups look up to find the sign standing tall with flickering lights and the arrow pointing at the sign that reads—

“Grand Opening: The Devil’s Casino?!” Mugman reads the sign out loud.

They look to see the casino with the Devil’s head and flashing a wicked grin while hearing: “Winner! Winner! Winner!”

Mugman sighs. “Ugh, no way we’re going that way.”

“Yep, I think we all learned our lesson. Right, Cuphead?” Chalice says as she turns to look at Cuphead along with Mugman. The puff of cloud replaces Cuphead until it poofs, the ice cream falling onto the ground. They look ahead to see Cuphead running towards the casino with a maniacal laugh.

“Oh no,” Mugman and Chalice utter simultaneously.

Mugman and Chalice start chasing after Cuphead.

“CUPHEAD!” Mugman and Chalice call him, but he doesn’t listen.

“Cuphead, come back!” Mugman shouts.

Cuphead enters the casino with his brother and his friend behind him. He notices how crowded the casino is, the crowd rolling the pairs of dice and gambling away with their souls and money. His smile brightens when he watches the citizens winning the games.

“Cuphead!” Chalice says and finally catches up to him in her ghost form, transforming back to her physical form. “Have you not read the sign?”

Mugman catches up with them, breathing heavily. “C’mon, Cuphead. This is a waste of time.”

“Yeah! We are forgetting that this is the Devil’s casino,” Chalice replies.

“I ain’t too worried about that,” Cuphead responds. “Look at all the cash we can get from this place! OOH! Look over there!” He zooms over to the Craps table.

Mugman sighs tiredly. “Here we go again.”

Cuphead grabs the dice and rolls them to the higher numbers of eleven on the dice and on the square on the seven. A happy beam is shown on his face. Mugman and Chalice peek over the table, watching Cuphead making his winning streaks. Soon, they are both surrounded by the patrons of the casino, unaware that King Dice is watching them with a mischievous smirk.

“Hot dawg!” King Dice announces, coming up to the Craps table. “This fella can’t seem to lose!”

Cuphead smiles brightly. “KING DICE!!!”

“Cuphead, you might wanna quit while you’re ahead,” Mugman warns quietly.

“Double down!” Cuphead says before rolling another winning streak.

Mugman groans in discouragement.

“Well, well, look at what the cat drags in,” a familiar slimy voice snap the cups’ attention up to the Devil.

“Devil,” Chalice growls.

“How about we raise the stakes, yeah? If you win this next round, you’ll have all the money from the vault. If you lose, you give all three of your souls to me,” Devil says with a sadistic smile.

“Hmm, how about no?” Chalice sasses.

“You’re not the one holding the dice, Ms. Chalice,” Devil says, aiming his gaze at Cuphead in between Mugman and Chalice with a cheeky smile.

Cuphead’s pupils shape like dollar signs, rolling the dice without thinking.

“CUPHEAD, NO!” Mugman and Chalice shout simultaneously.

The dice bounces around the table until it lands on snake eyes.

The Devil chuckles menacingly, his canines showing. “Snake eyes! You lost.”

The cups start to tremble in fear.

“Now, about those souls—”

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Cuphead utters in fear.

“Oh no is right!” Mugman barks angrily at his brother.

“Wait, don’t take their souls!” Chalice shouts, standing between The Devil and the cups. “Take mine! I’m the one you want!”

The Devil smirks sadistically. “Oh, Ms. Chalice, I’m afraid it’s far too late to offer your soul to me.”

“Well, then there has to be another way to repay you!” Chalice finally shouts, her teeth clenched.

The Devil takes a moment to ponder until he grins more. “Hmm, perhaps there is.”

King Dice perks up in surprise. “What?”

The Devil takes out a parchment with all the lists of names. “I have a list of names of my runaway debtors. You know, those who make deals with me only to backtrack and not pay me back with their ‘services’. Kind of like you, Ms. Chalice. Collect their contracts for me, and I might pardon you cups.”

“Might?” Chalice questions the deal.

“Yes, might. Unless you want me to take all of your souls right now, that can be arranged.”

Chalice turns to look at the boys, who are trembling in fear. Then she looks up at him with a hopeless sigh. “Then you got yourself a deal.”

The Devil corners a smirk. “Splendid.” He snaps his fingers, letting the parchment teleport into Chalice’s hands. “You cups got three weeks to get all the soul contracts. Otherwise, I’ll be the one collecting your souls.”

The three cups stand idly in fear.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!” The Devil orders.

Cuphead, Mugman, and Chalice rush out of the casino with the list of runaway debtors.

King Dice puts his fists on his hips while watching the cups running out of the casino. “What’s yer intention, boss? You’re letting your food get away.”

“I know. It’s fun to play with them before taking their souls, don’t you think?”

Dice sighs in disappointment. “Whatever you want, boss.”

“Don’t you worry, Dice, their souls will be as good as mine either way. Have some faith in me.”

“Always have.”

~.~

The cups stride through the woods with a deafening silence.

Cuphead fidgets with his hands while noticing Mugman glaring ahead and Chalice reading the list in her hands. He clenches his teeth.

“You guys mad at me—?”

“Yes,” both Mugman and Chalice respond simultaneously.

Cuphead nods. “Oookay.” The silence goes on for another five minutes before Cuphead finally speaks up, “Okay, look, I know I messed up. But—”

“But what, Cuphead?” Mugman growls. “You just bet on our own souls without a second thought! I thought we’re done dealin’ with the Devil!”

“You’re lucky I was able to talk The Devil out of takin’ our souls right away,” Chalice adds with a glare at Cuphead. “Looks like some of us here hadn’t learned a lesson.”

“Exactly,” Mugman says.

“I know you guys are mad at me and I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut it, Cuphead! This isn’t just something you can just breeze past and all is forgiven!” Mugman shouts. “You just bet my own life for your greed! After trying to save you from the Devil countless of times, you kept dealin’ with him! Now, both Chalice and I also owe the Devil our souls since you gambled them away like they mean nothing to you!”

Cuphead softens his gaze, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mugman—”

“Have you learned nothing from everything we’ve gone through? Or are you not too worried about it?” Mugman’s fists start to shake to avoid the temptation to beat up his brother. “You know, Chalice is right. We’re lucky that she’s able to talk Devil out of takin’ our souls right away. When are you gonna wake up and realize that there’s now plenty of things to worry about? My life could’ve been over because of you! I don’t mean anything to you, do I?”

“Mugsy—”

“You know what, nevermind. Stupid question. I just want to go home,” Mugman responds harshly, walking ahead of Chalice and Cuphead.

Chalice looks back to see Cuphead’s tearful eyes. Then he shifts his glance at Chalice.

“I-I’m sorry, Chalice,” Cuphead replies tearfully.

Chalice softens her gaze and sighs. “Let’s just collect these contracts and get it over with. Next time you gamble away somethin’, we won’t be there for you to bet on.” With that said, she walks ahead of him.

Cuphead stops in the middle of the pathway, letting her and his brother walk further ahead. He rubs his arm, trying not to cry in the middle of the woods.

“Cuphead, ya screw-up,” he says to himself, now letting out small sobs. “C’mon, you’re tougher than this. Just…do somethin’ that’ll make it up to them.”

Cuphead rubs his chin, wiping his tears away.

“Soo, what got you so down in the dumps?”

Cuphead perks his head and looks around for the unfamiliar female voice.

“Up here.”

Cuphead glances up at one of the trees above him to find a red-furred cat with her long black hair that reaches to the middle of her back. She has green shirt and blue denim overalls with one strand holding her shoulder. She wears a green bandana around her neck along with a necklace shaped like a fish.

“Uh, nothin’,” Cuphead lies.

“I heard some yackin’ about a screw-up. What did you screw up?” the feline asks in curiosity.

“My life.”

“Heh, same.” She hops down from the tree branch, shaking the leaves off of her black hair. “Is everything okay between you and your friends?”

Cuphead frowns. “Um, I kind of messed up things between us.”

“Ah, and you’re lookin’ to make things up to ‘em?”

Cuphead nods his head. “Can you help?”

“Uh, sure. Got any plans on how to do that?”

The cup shrugs. “Ain’t got a clue. What do you usually do to make things up to friends and family?”

“Usually, I bring them dead animals.”

“Uh, that’s probably not the best peace offering to give them.”

“How about sweets? I know a candy store near here. C’mon.” the cat leads Cuphead through the woods.

Cuphead has a creeping suspicion for a moment until he shakes it off. “Thanks! I owe you one! What’s your name?!”

“Cassidy. You?”

“Cuphead.”

~.~

Cuphead and Cassidy sneak into the candy store across from the woods. She puts her bandana over her nose and mouth and a hood over her head.

“What’s that for?” Cuphead asks when he notices Cassidy wearing a hood and bandana.

“Just a precaution,” she says with a casual shrug.

“Oh, okay.” he searches his red empty pockets. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“I don’t have money to buy the sweets for them.”

“Who says you have to pay for them?” With a smirk, she grabs the basket and pushes the candy bars into the basket quietly while the candy shop owner is fast asleep.

“Ain’t that stealin’?”

“It ain’t stealin’ if you don’t get caught.”

He beams brightly. “I like the way you think.”

They gather candy from the shelves as quietly as they can, filling the basket up to the top.

“One for Mugsy,” Cuphead says before taking another basket and filling it to the top full of candys with Cassidy helping him. “And one for Chalice.”

She picks up the basket for Chalice. “Let’s scram before the owner wakes up.”

He nods in agreement and picks up the basket for Mugman.

They walk out of the candy store with baskets in their arms before they run into the cops walking by the candy store.

Cuphead nearly let out a scared gasp when he sees the cops.

“Hey, did you kids pay for all of this?” one of the cops questions.

Cassidy leans over to whisper to him, “Follow my lead.”

He nods nervously.

“Uh, yeah,” Cassidy says while taking out two candys and giving them to the cops. “Just to show my appreciation for the police force, here you go.”

“Whoa! A Willy Wonka bar!” the cop gasps as they are walking away in a casual stroll.

“Whoa! Me too!”

“C’mon! Let’s eat these!”

“Yeah!”

The cops hurry pass the robbed candy store without being aware that the candy shop owner is still sleeping.

They enter the woods with sighs of relief.

“How were you able to slip past ‘em like that?” he questions in pure awe.

“I got my ways,” she says with a smile. “C’mon. They’re gonna notice we stole them from the candy store.”

They hurry through the woods with two baskets of candy. They finally make it to Elder Kettle’s tea-pot like house.

“Is this where you all live?” she asks with a curious gaze.

“Yep, you’re gonna meet my brudda and my friend…hopefully when they’re not mad at me,” he says before they place the baskets on the front porch. Before he can knock, the door open to reveal a pissed-off Elder Kettle.

“Oh, heh—”

“Where have ya been, boy?” Elder Kettle interrogates before noticing Cassidy. He softens his gaze once he sees the red feline. “Oh, hello, dear. Are you a friend of Cuphead’s?”

She loses her usual confidence, her tail wraps around her legs. “Well, if only he wants to be friends—”

“Yep! She’s a friend of mine,” Cuphead determines before picking up the baskets and gesturing her to come inside with him.

Elder Kettle seems shock at the response and looks at her. “Uh, do you wanna come in?”

“S-Sure, if ya don’t mind,” she says with a shrug.

Elder Kettle steps aside to let her walk inside of the house. Once Elder Kettle shut the door, Cassidy looks around the cottage.

“You have a nice place, Mr—”

“Elder Kettle,” Elder Kettle responds with a polite smile. “There’s no need to call me mister.”

Mugman and Chalice are playing marbles on the floor. Cuphead places the two baskets of candy beside Mugman and Chalice individually.

“Uh, what’s this?” Chalice asks.

“A peace offering,” Cuphead answers.

“We just need your help to gather soul contracts, ya ding dong. You know, since you gamble our lives away to the Devil,” Chalice says with sass.

“Oh, that’s the screw-up,” Cassidy mutters to herself, which is noticed by Mugman.

“Uh…Cuphead, who’s this?” Mugman asks, standing up to squint at her suspiciously.

“This is my good friend, Cassidy!” Cuphead says, wrapping his arm around Cassidy.

Cassidy widens her eyes in shock at the introduction and then looks at Mugman with a small smile.

“Wait, you guys didn’t meet after we just separate?” Chalice questions while standing up in confusion.

“Well, yeah” Cuphead says with a sheepish smile. “She’s helped me make a peace offering to you guys.”

“And you just met her out of nowhere?” Mugman asks with a suspicious glance at Cassidy.

Cassidy’s ear flattens at Mugman’s glance at her.

“Yeah!” Cuphead chirps.

“Just out of the blue?”

“Yeah,” Cuphead answers his brother. “Hey! Are you tryin’ to say that I’m puttin’ myself in danger?”

“No, no, by all means, put yourself in danger again,” Mugman responds with a growl. “Meet with dangerous people that come out of nowhere to lend a hand out of the kindness of their hearts.”

“Hey, she ain’t dangerous!” Cuphead barks at Mugman.

“I like to think of myself as quite an adventurer. Thank you very much,” Cassidy responds back with sass.

“Nobody asks you,” Mugman quips at her rudely.

Cassidy flattens her ears with her brows narrow at Mugman with a sarcastic tone. “Oh sorry, I thought you’re referring to me. Guess you’re referring to that wall behind me. Has anyone told you that ya need a shrink?”

Mugman growls at the feline with his fists clench.

Elder Kettle comes in between the kids. “Now, now, kids. Let’s not start a fight.” He turns to the cups with a glare. “WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU KIDS DOING AT THE DEVIL’S CASINO?!”

Cassidy winces at Elder Kettle’s shout.

“Don’t worry, dear, you’re not in trouble,” Elder Kettle reassures her. Then he shifts his glare back at the boys and Chalice. “They are.”

Cuphead clenches his teeth and glances at Mugman, who looks away from him.

Chalice laughs nervously. “He saw the list.”

Cuphead rubs his arm. “Well, we may or may not got ourselves into a pickle with the Devil.”

Mugman scoffs. “More like Cuphead got us into the pickle with the Devil again.”

“Again?!” Elder Kettle yelps in shock. “What the-? B-But--Why didn’t you boys tell me—?”

“Because we don’t want you yellin’ at us like you always do,” Cuphead says.

Elder Kettle sighs. “Well, I don’t really have a solution for this pickle except for one.”

Mugman and Cuphead perk their heads up in confusion.

Elder Kettle walks into the kitchen for a moment and then comes back with two bright blue potions. “Here, drink up.”

“What’s this?” Mugman asks in curiosity.

“Something your parents left behind for you boys a long time ago,” Elder Kettle responds. “Since you got yourselves in trouble with the Devil, you’re gonna need this. Your soul debtors ain’t gonna be friendly when you confront them about their debts. They’ll do whatever it takes to fight you both tooth and nail. So, if I were you, I take this potion.”

“Hmm, I’m in!” Cuphead responds as he downs the potion fast.

“Don’t drink it too fast!” Elder Kettle warns but it is too late.

Cuphead’s body glows, shocking his peers surrounding him.

“Whoa! What was that?!” Cuphead yelps in shock.

Elder Kettle ponders. “Hm, I think your dad says something about how the potion will create some sort of a protection on your body.”

Cuphead arches a brow. “Like what does it do—?” He points his finger at the wall, noticing too late that the blue bullet shoots out of his finger. The wall takes damage, leaving behind a burn mark and tiny hole. He blinks in shock and looks at his hands.

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!” Cuphead shouts happily. “Mugsy, you gotta try this!”

Elder Kettle nudges another potion to Mugman.

Mugman shrugs. “Eh, what the heck?” He carefully drinks up the potion. He tenses up, his body glowing the same way Cuphead does. “Holy, wow!”

“Yeah, it’s gonna feel weird for a little bit,” Elder Kettle says.

Cassidy observes Cuphead shooting a bright blue bullet from his fingertips with an excited glee. “What else does it do?”

“Beats me,” Elder Kettle says with a shrug. “There’s more information in that book over there.” Elder Kettle points at the dark navy book on the kitchen counter with a strange symbol on it by the open window.

“Huh,” Cassidy says, perking her head up in interest. However, Mugman notices the way she stares at the book with a glance in suspicion.

“Hey, you know what?” Chalice says, interrupting Mugman’s stare at Cassidy. “I bet we can use that to deal with the soul debtors once and for all.”

“Maybe even fight the Devil with it!” Cuphead responds happily.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Chalice replies and looks at Mugman. “We can free ourselves from owing the Devil all of our souls. Hopefully, all of us will learn from this experience. All of us.” She turns to look at Cuphead with a firm stare.

Cuphead corners a plastered grin and let out a nervous laughter.

Chalice glances at Mugman. “So, what do you think, Mugman? Should we give Cuphead another chance to fix his mistake?”

Mugman looks at his brother and then glances back at Chalice with a sigh. “Okay.” Then he glares at Cuphead. “But the next time you gambled something away, I ain’t gonna be a part of it.” With that said, Mugman walks away.

Cassidy stands next to Cuphead. “Wait, you gambled both of their souls away?”

“Including mine,” Cuphead adds.

Cassidy flattens her ears. “I don’t blame them for being mad at you.”

The cup sighs. “Yeah.”

“You know, Porkrind has plenty of other potions that might power-up your shooting range,” Elder Kettle responds while giving the cups ten dollars. “Go check in with Porkrind and see what he has.”

“Uh, okay,” Mugman says awkwardly.

The cups and Cassidy exit the house with Elder Kettle watching them.

Elder Kettle sighs. “Oh, what am I ever going to do with those kids?”

~.~

Mugman stares at Cassidy in suspicion as the cups follow her through the woods.

Somehow, Cuphead has met a stranger and automatically becomes friends with her. Well, he will be a hypocrite if he excludes the fact that Cuphead and Mugman has tried befriending Chalice out of nowhere before. But he’s not sure about Cassidy and what her intentions are in befriending Cuphead so quickly.

Chalice notices Mugman staring at Cassidy and nudges him to snap him out of it. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Mugman quips, going back to stare at Cassidy.

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” Chalice whispers to him.

“What? I’m not staring,” Mugman responds, his arms crossed with a pout.

Chalice smirks at him. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Cassidy smiles when she approaches the shop belonging to Porkrind. “Here we are!” She opens the door while the radio is on.

Porkrind, the one-eyed pig with an eyepatch and brown overalls, tries to keep track of the scores from the horse-racing game playing in the radio. Cassidy shushes the others before approaching the pig and climbing up on the counter. She peeks over his shoulder.

“Is your team winnin’?” Cassidy whispers to the pig.

“No,” Porkrind says.

“Phear Lap wins again!” the radio announcer states.

Porkrind grumbles and crosses out his scores. “Stupid Phear Lap.” He glances up at the feline. “Got any loot?”

Cassidy takes out a small bag full of trinkets with a small smirk. “Yep, and some customers!”

“Customers?” Porkrind glances to the side to notice the three cups. “Oh, it’s you three again.”

“Uh, hi, Porkrind,” Chalice replies. “We may or may not got ourselves into a heap of trouble.”

“Did you now?” Porkrind asks with a deadpan tone. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Yeah, we need your help real bad,” Cuphead utters.

“Yeah, we heard from Elder Kettle that you got potions for us—”

“SHH!” Porkrind shushes the cups. “How does he know about it?”

The cups shrug their shoulders.

Porkrind sighs. “Yes, I do have those potions, but you’re going to need the Peashooter to have these potions. But what ever do you need ‘em for?”

“To collect soul debts for the Devil,” Chalice answers.

“Seriously? He’s sendin’ you out on errand runs?” Porkrind questions.

“That or he will take our souls,” Cuphead responds.

Porkrind widens his eye in shock. “You dummies made a deal with the Devil—”

“Look, it ain’t the most ideal thing to do, but it’s better than gettin’ our soul sucked into Hell,” Chalice responds.

“Look! We already got the Peashooter. Watch—”

“Don’t aim your finger guns in my shop!” Porkrind interrupts Cuphead’s demonstration. He sighs again. “Look, I’ll give you those potions. But it ain’t gonna be free. It’ll be real expensive.”

“We’ll pay anything,” Mugman responds desperately.

Porkrind smirks. “Well, la di da. Someone knows the magic words. So, how much you got?”

Chalice takes out ten dollars. “That’s as much as we got.”

“And some pocket lint!” Cuphead chirps.

“Ten dollars? Eh, that’ll do if you wanna buy two potions. They’re five dollars each. So, which ones will you take?” Porkrind asks the cups.

“Ooh, I want to get the charge one,” Cuphead responds.

“Can I get the spread shooter one?” Mugman asks.

Porkrind glances at Cassidy and signals her to get the potions at the back. She comes back with the charged potion and a spread potion.

“Wait, is that the only potion—?”

“Nah, we got more. We can make more if we run out,” Cassidy responds to Mugman, causing him to squint at her in suspicion. She hops back over at the counter as Porkrind takes the ten bucks. Porkrind is about to throw away the pocket lint until she asks, “Can I keep the pocket lint?”

Porkrind moves the pocket lint over for Cassidy to keep it.

“Thanks, Dad,” Cassidy says before fiddling with it with her paws.

“DAD?!” the cups gasp in shock.

“Yeah?” Porkrind asks as if it’s obvious.

“You didn’t tell us you have a daughter,” Cuphead utters.

“Why is that any of your business?” Porkrind responds with a gruff.

“We, uh, just didn’t know,” Mugman says nervously.

Cassidy whispers something to Porkrind, who subtly smirks.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t drink the potions you just bought if I were you. Dip your fingers into ‘em when you need them to fight the debtors,” Porkrind advises.

“We’ll do that! Thanks, Porkrind!” Chalice chirps while leading the boys out of the shop.

Once the cups left the shop, Porkrind glances at his daughter.

“You know, this can be your salvation, Cassi. You know what to do tonight?”

Cassidy smirks and nods.

~.~

The targets are set up in the backyard of Elder Kettle’s house at night.

Chalice watches Mugman and Cuphead practice shooting their targets but keep missing.

“Aw nuts,” Cuphead groans after missing the target for the twentieth time. “These finger guns are hard to aim with.”

“Have you both held guns before?” Chalice asks the boys.

“Not exactly,” Mugman responds with a shrug.

“Well, try to aim it like you’re holdin’ a gun,” Chalice advises while walking up to the boys to help them.

Unbeknownst to the cups, a shadow lurks behind them and sneak over to the open kitchen window to grab the book that has the ingredients to making the Peashooter.

“Ya know, this is harder than it looks,” Cuphead says. “Like what if I use the finger gun motion to say ‘catch ya later’ to someone and it shoots ‘em by accident?”

Mugman gives Cuphead a confused stare. “Like this?” Mugman uses his finger gun motion and two bullets came out by accident. Cuphead yelps and dodges them.

“Yeah! Like that!” Cuphead answers.

The mysterious figure manages to get the book and sneaks off to the forest, but the figure is noticed by Chalice.

“Say, is someone stealin’ the book for the Peashooter?” Chalice questions.

Mugman and Cuphead turn their heads to find the figure sneaking off into the forest.

“HEY!!!” Cuphead shouts.

The figure perks their head and runs away.

Mugman bolts after the figure into the forest.

“Get ‘em!!!!” Chalice yells.

Mugman catches up to the thief in the forest. He leaps and tackles the thief, tumbling through the grass with grunts.

“GOTCHA!” Mugman growls.

The brown hood and the bandana falls off the familiar face of a red-furred feline with black long hair.

Mugman widens his eyes in shock. “Cassidy?”

Cassidy smirks mischievously and honks Mugman’s blue nose, distracting him. She kicks him in the crotch hard enough for him to fall off of her. She scrambles onto her feet and scurries away with a cheeky giggle.

Mugman groans in pain and looks to find that Cassidy disappears with the book in her paws. “Aw, c’mon!”

Chalice and Cuphead catch up to Mugman.

“Did you get ‘em?” Cuphead questions his brother.

Mugman groans in pain some more before standing up to his feet. “Why would she want the book?”

“Who?” Chalice asks.

“Cassidy.”

“Wait! You saw Cassidy?!” Cuphead gasps in shock.

“Yes!”

Chalice and Cuphead exchange gazes and then shift their attention back at Mugman.

“Well, at least we know where she lives,” Chalice says with a shrug.

To Be Continued...

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