Mugman climbed the tree, gripping the tree branches and hoisting himself up. He was trying to get his scarf back, which Cuphead rolled up and threw into the tree.

Mugman sighs, standing up shakily in a tree branch and reaching his hand up, grabbing his long blue scarf and tossing it around his neck again before jumping down from the branch. He stretched his body, his blue and white straw rolling around the rim in his porcelain cup head.

«I hate you for that, Cuppy.»