Cuphead just stood there, frozen, as The Devil whisked poor Mugman away to Hell. He wanted to scream, to shout, to rush over and tackle The Devil to the ground and force him away from his brother, but he couldn't move. His brother, his best friend, was now in the clutches of the most evil man in the world, and it was all his fault. Tears started to drip down his face as he stared at the burnt piece of grass where the elevator used to be. Poor Mugman, he didn't deserve this. He couldn't think of a person less deserving of Hell than him. What were they going to do to his brother down there? Torture him? Kill him? Take his soul? He shuddered to think about it. And what was he going to tell Elder Kettle? Sooner or later he would notice that Mugman wasn't with him. How could he break it to him that one of his charges was in Hell? He hasn't even told him about The Devil being after him, how was he going to explain this? He was going to be so mad at him, and he deserved it! Why did he have to tick off The Devil that one more time? He could've just handed him the pitchfork and walked away scott free, soul debt expunged. But no, he had to take it that one step too far, just like he always did.
"Pull yourself together, Cuphead." He told himself through his sobs. "You can fix this, you have to fix this!" It wasn't like this was his first time dealing with The Devil. He'd gotten in plenty of scrapes before, and they always turned out fine! Of course, he'd always had Mugman with him. He was the one who shoved his soul back in, he was the one who restrained The Devil with the invisible sweater. Without him….Cuphead shook his head. No, no he couldn't think that way. He would just have to be the one to save Mugman this time. All The Devil wanted was his pitchfork back, right? He'd just trade it back. The Devil gets his pitchfork, he gets Mugman, just the way it's supposed to be. And if he didn't accept the trade, well, this thing did pack a wallop, maybe he could try shocking him again?
Feeling much better now that he had a plan in place, he wiped the tears from his eyes. Everything would be fine. He'd pop down to Hell, make the trade, and be back before Elder Kettle even noticed they were gone. Now how was he supposed to get there? Cuphead banged the bottom of the pitchfork on the ground, trying to make the elevator appear again, or maybe teleport? He knew The Devil could do that. Unfortunately, nothing happened.
"Come on!" Cuphead shouted. "Elevator! I need an elevator!" He slammed the pitchfork on the ground again, angrily, until he heard the telltale "ding!" Yes! It worked!
"Hang on Mugsy, I'm comin' for ya."