30 minutes or...

[kindaruledatit]

Who: Wendy, and you! And a pizza.
What: Pizza needs to invest in another delivery truck
Where: All around Progress City
When: the 19th
Warnings: I already made a pizza pun in the last log uh PG

A: is the pizza for you and me
[The Fourth of July masquerade was... special! It's an event Wendy will hold in her heart, as well as the depths of her memories that she doesn't really enjoy thinking about. But it's all in the past now, and the Blot wasn't showing his dumb face. Life can continue.

And pizza, like life, is fleeting.

In an effort to put the thoughts of a failed murdergame behind her, Wendy took up more work, which just so happened to include a delivery girl position for Pizza Planet. The position worked best for her, due to a large use of her Wild Ride card. An awesome-looking gold cart careening through the streets and roads of the city would always be an attention grabber. Maybe you're the person that ordered in, maybe you're just nearby when the cart pulls up to the curb. Either way, she's here, never any worse for wear despite her driving habits.]

Hey! Got an order to delivery!

B: this one's on the house
[Other times, mostly around lunchtime, you may catch Wendy sitting on a park bench, or a fountain's edge, or just the ground, surrounded by a few boxes of pizza. One box is open in her hands, and she's lazily munching away at the contents.

Obviously she wouldn't do this if it was against the rules. Right? She'll even wave you over, once she spots you.]

Comments

A

[stinkypete]

Finally! About time!

[Pete lumbers over to the car and goes to take the pizza when he stops, glancing over his shoulder.]

You haven't seen that one-eyed fella around, have ya?

[kindaruledatit]

Hey man, not like I can be everywhere when I feel like it.

[Wendy glances up at this absolute unit. Huh, never met this guy yet.]

Huh? What, are you talking about Plankton?

[stinkypete]

Don't them cards do nothin' for ya?

[Pete looks over his other shoulder for good measure before carefully taking the pizzas.]

Yeah, yeah, that guy. Last time I had a buncha pizzas, he stole 'em right from under my whiskers! I gave him a poundin' he won't forget anytime soon, but oooh, if I see him anywhere near these pies again....

[He goes to smash his fists together when a loud CRUNCH is heard. Surprised, Pete glances down at his hands to see the pizza boxes crushed into a ball, oil sadly dripping from them. He growls, frustrated.]

Aw, nuts.

[kindaruledatit]

S'not like I can teleport across the city, dude. I even upgraded my golf cart so I could get around quicker.

[Speaking of, she snaps her fingers and the cart disappears, turning back into her Wild Ride card.]

Seriously? He stole pizzas? That's-

[Oh. Oof. She winces at the waste of several perfectly good pizzas, and is silently thankful she already got paid.]

...Yeesh. Was this like, before or after he was mayor?

[stinkypete]

[He lets out a harumph, wiping his greasy gloves on his disgusting overalls.]

He was mayor of this rotten city? Who the heck would elect a rotten, sniveling person like him?

[Like, he only just got here after everything went down. He probably would've punched Plankton in the face if he had been here.]

By the way, how long would it take fer another pizza to get here?

[kindaruledatit]

Like, all the other rotten, sniveling people around here? I think there was a club at one point. Don't even get me started on that one guy, Jerry Mander.

[Good ol Jerry Mander, who hasn't shown up in a long while. Wonder why.]

Uh... [Looks down at her wrist. She's not wearing a watch. Looks back at Pete.]

Depends on how fast you want it?

[stinkypete]

A club? Two terrible people, you say?

[hmmmm. the gears in his head seem to be turning right now. pizza seems to be a secondary concern for now.]

I'll want the pizza as soon as possible, but...who exactly is in charge right now? I thought that Serling guy was rulin' this city with an iron fist.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah, there's kind of a group of them here, last time I checked.

[All nonchalant-like. She'd fought her share of villains in her time.]

In charge of the pizza, or the city? Cuz I think Rod could be in charge of both or neither.

[stinkypete]

The city, of course. I could hardly care about who runs th' pizza gig as long as I get my pizzas hot and on time.

[He frowns. Then, after a moment of thought, he jabs a finger towards Wendy.]

You! You'll get me another two anchovy pizzas on the double, while I make a few calls. [Pause.] They still have payphones, right?

[kindaruledatit]

["whats a payphone" asks the teen from the early 2012s]

I dunno. Probably have to ask Rod, or have a look around or something. Or find a cellphone, maybe?

[She pulls out one of those magic cards and holds it to her wristband. In a flash, her cart is back , and she's jumping in.]

Anyway, on it, whatever your name is.

[She does a donut in her cart before speeding off down the road. Gone, at least, for the moment.]

[stinkypete]

[Pete grumbles under his breath--something about how nothing is like the "good ol' days".]

Th' name's Pete!

[He yells after Wendy, but she's already gone. He turns around and starts searching.

...Aha. Pete spots a conveniently placed phone booth a few feet away that reads "RESERVED FOR SUPERHEROES CHANGING. NOT A PHONE!"]

No sign stops Peg-Leg Pete!

[Pete shoves himself into the cramped quarters and glances at the coin slot, then at the phone. He picks up the phone and punches the coin slot so the booth practically crumples in half. Delicately, Pete puts in a few numbers and holds the phone up to his ear. Nothing but a dial tone. Pete scoffs.]

Figures that darned mayor can't keep anything running around here! [He tries to squeeze out of the phonebooth, but he can't budge.]

...Oh.

[kindaruledatit]

['whatever yous say!' Is all that can be heard in the distance.

Several minutes pass, actually about as long as it took for her to get there in the first place, because pizzas take a long time to bake and there's the whole necessity of taking breaks between using Wild Ride or else it will disappear out from under her and she doesn't need that.

Eventually, she rides up again, stepping out with two, freshly non-crushed pizza boxes in her hand.]

Hey, dude! Dude?

[Scans the area... somehow misses the phone booth.]

Seriously? He left? Great.

[stinkypete]

[Somewhere off-screen, a cat is yelling and screaming to be let out of his glass prison.] HEY! KID! TEENAGE GIRL! I NEED MY PIZZAS, PRONTO! [...He still doesn't budge an inch.]

[kindaruledatit]

Wha...?

[Processing...]

Okay. So, like, you know you're stuck in a box, right? I wasn't even gone that long.

[stinkypete]

[Usually, cats enjoy being in boxes. If they fit, they sit.

This cat, however, is having an extremely bad time in this box.]

IT'S A PHONEBOOTH, YA LOUSY--JUST--GET ME OUTTA HERE OR SOMETHIN'! YOU GOT THEM CARDS, RIGHT?

[Normally, he'd just use his Demolition Dynamite card, but he wouldn't want to blow himself up--toons are hardy, yes, but he'd still be hurt.]