The colorful lights of the Inkwell Isle carnival cast long shadows in the night. The merry-go-round spins, a discordant melody filling the air. You bump into a small mug with a blue nose, nearly knocking him over.

“Oops! Sorry about that!”

He straightens his straw, His eyes dart around the carnival grounds.

“Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen my brother Cuphead, would you? He ran off to try that 'Wheel of Misfortune' game, and I have a bad feeling about it. You seem like a smart guy and I need some help. I am not going in there myself for sure. Will you help me find him?”