Princess Violet
11-16-2011, 09:43 PM
Chapter 5
People fled the Playground. A new Ron's Pizza just opened up and none of them wanted any 'Fake Cheese Pizza.' Ron was often up to tricks and even painted a Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza to look like Ron's Real Cheese Pizza. That got him in trouble, however, and he can no longer sell painted pizzas. Ever since then, either they watched him bake the pizza with real cheese or they kept away from it. Fake cheese was known to fly out of the building and into the unsuspecting mouths of people nearby. When the bell above the door rang, meaning someone was coming out, the last of the toons that were left silently fled through Silly Street, Punchline Place and Loopy Lane. Ron walked out.
"FWIPPEH? FLIPPEH!!!" Ron's yell rang throughout the abandoned Toontown Central playground. "FWIPPEH!!!!!!" he cried out again. Ron carried a large pizza of which had about 50lbs of FAKE CHEESE on it. 3 days old, which had been sitting in the barn for those days. "FWIPPEH I HAS A SPECIAL FOODS FOR YUHH!" Ron became desperate. He crashed into Toon Hall and interrupted a huge meeting. "WHO ORDERED THE PIZZA?" he said with a crazy glint in his eye. Someone's stomach growled. "OKAY IT MUSTA BEEN FWIPPEH!!!" he screamed happily. This was all a joke to him. Flippy turned pale. "No I didn't!" He said defiantly. "YEA!" Ron yelled. "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!!!!!" Flippy screamed with a loud "AROOO!!!" Ron shrunk back slightly but in seconds regained his composure. "OK, FWIPPEH DIDN'T ORDER IT!" he yelled at unnecessary volume. "IT'S COURTESY OF RON'S PIZZA!"
15 minutes later I walked in to Toon Hall. All I saw was a very smiley Ron, a partly eaten Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza from Ron's Pizza, and a sick looking Toon Council. I knew what happened. "WHY would you guys EAT one of RON'S FAKE CHEESE PIZZAS?!" I asked, astonished. Someone threw up. "FAKE cheese?!" Goofy sputtered. I nodded slowly. "YEA... didn't he TELL you when you GOT it?" I looked at them, shaking their heads. "What, did you assume it was cheese? I mean really, you guys didn't NOTICE that it was kinda greenish? Don't you know what it looks like??" I shot questions at them like I was firing a Semi-Auto. "I thought I knew all types of cheeses... then again, I eat a lot of other things..." Mickey said with a downcast voice. He brightened up, though, because Mickey Mouse cannot be sad. Neither can any of the Toon Council (except Flippy). "Guys, you better head to The Funny Bone Emergency Room. The only living creature that can devour fake cheese safely is Ron!" I said, pointing to the small mouse who was currently eating the remainder of the pizza. I grabbed the phone and wound up Funny Bone Emergency Room.
"WEE OOO WEE OOO WEE OOO!" the Toon Ambulance's siren blasted. Many bewildered Toons looked at us, scared. Toon Ambulances were never seen by Toons. Really, the only things on the streets ever since the cogs came were, well, cogs. We smashed a good few cogs on our way there. Several stretchers containing all the Toon Council were there. Ron was in one too, but only because he was having stomach problems from drinking too much Ron's Secret Punch, which was another thing Toons should never buy from Ron's Pizza. Many Toons came in to see what was going on, but all they saw was the back of the last stretcher. A doctor walked up to me. "Excuse me, a few of the doctors would like to ask you some questions about what happened." I glanced at him. "Sure, whatever." I said, still looking where the stretchers went. "Flippy, one of my best friends, was one of the people who ate the fake cheese." I sighed. "He will never learn." The doctor grabbed my hand to take me lightly. I stared at the back of his head. It seemed familiar... "Matt?" I asked. He turned around, grinning. "I was wondering when you were gonna notice. C'mon, you can tell me what happened in the untaped interrogation room." He brought me into a gleaming white room that was well lit, with a classic mahogany table with cherry-wood chairs, two small trees in the back corner, and a few Summer's Last Roses in pots scattered around the edges and walls of the room on the floor, one on the table, and on shelves. It was comfortable - for an interrogation room, anyway. We took the traditional seats across from each other. He cleared his throat. "Ah hem hem ah hem." I giggled. "Well, Miss." he said in an overly important sounding voice. I tried to muffle the giggles. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Well," I started, "I had come in and the first thing I saw was Ron with a huge smile on his face. Then I saw the Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza. I knew before I saw all the sick Toon Council that they had eaten it because Ron had somehow gotten them to." I sighed. "It turns out they thought it was real cheese. What amateurs." I coughed. "So you had nothing to do with this?" "Nope." He sighed. "Well then this was a waste. I kinda knew that was what happened anyway." He laughed. "Not a hard storyline to follow." I went back to Toon Hall with Matt to gather some documents that the Council needed to pay for the bills. When I entered, I sensed something was wrong. "Something's wrong. Code Red, Alpha Alert." I whispered to him. I used to be a spy, so when stuff like this happened I tended to use the old codes. Not that I wasn't STILL a spy, but that's getting off topic. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. "Tear gas - pretty fresh. There's the empty grenade." I said scarcely over a whisper, pointing to the oval shape near a corner. "I closed my eyes. A scene flashed in my head. "GET UNDER THE DESK!" I whisper-scolded. We scooted under a desk right when a level 12 2.0 Mr. Hollywood and Big Cheese walked out of the vault room. "Nothin'." The Mr. Hollywood said in a gruff voice. "Ugh, I thought we hid it pretty good!" The Big Cheese complained, with as much of a western accent as a cog could have. "We did! We hid it so well that no one saw it!" The Mr. Hollywood said angrily. "We got no information!" They flew out of the open skylight, away off to Cog Nation. "Hey..." I said. The Big Cheese had dropped a paper. I opened it. "DEAR COGS. A MEETING WILL TAKE PLACE AT SELLBOT HEADQUARTERS TOMORROW, AT 3:00 P.M. WE HAVE A CERTAIN - GUEST - THAT WE WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS. BE WARNED - THE GUEST IS QUITE TOONY.
FROM,
VICE PRESIDENT, SELLBOT HEADQUARTERS"
"They have a Toon!!" I yelled. Matt read the letter. He sighed. "What if it's just one of those storekeepers?" he said, obviously trying not to go. "It's not." I said plainly. "Those 'trials' only take place at Cashbot, in the secret meeting room." "How do you know?" He asked. "I have my sources." I said. Getting back to business, I said grimly, "They have a toon. We've got to save it." Matt sighed. "It seems so."
*Ron is a character owned and created by The Monkey Man. I do NOT own him.
People fled the Playground. A new Ron's Pizza just opened up and none of them wanted any 'Fake Cheese Pizza.' Ron was often up to tricks and even painted a Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza to look like Ron's Real Cheese Pizza. That got him in trouble, however, and he can no longer sell painted pizzas. Ever since then, either they watched him bake the pizza with real cheese or they kept away from it. Fake cheese was known to fly out of the building and into the unsuspecting mouths of people nearby. When the bell above the door rang, meaning someone was coming out, the last of the toons that were left silently fled through Silly Street, Punchline Place and Loopy Lane. Ron walked out.
"FWIPPEH? FLIPPEH!!!" Ron's yell rang throughout the abandoned Toontown Central playground. "FWIPPEH!!!!!!" he cried out again. Ron carried a large pizza of which had about 50lbs of FAKE CHEESE on it. 3 days old, which had been sitting in the barn for those days. "FWIPPEH I HAS A SPECIAL FOODS FOR YUHH!" Ron became desperate. He crashed into Toon Hall and interrupted a huge meeting. "WHO ORDERED THE PIZZA?" he said with a crazy glint in his eye. Someone's stomach growled. "OKAY IT MUSTA BEEN FWIPPEH!!!" he screamed happily. This was all a joke to him. Flippy turned pale. "No I didn't!" He said defiantly. "YEA!" Ron yelled. "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!" "YEA!" "NO!!!!!" Flippy screamed with a loud "AROOO!!!" Ron shrunk back slightly but in seconds regained his composure. "OK, FWIPPEH DIDN'T ORDER IT!" he yelled at unnecessary volume. "IT'S COURTESY OF RON'S PIZZA!"
15 minutes later I walked in to Toon Hall. All I saw was a very smiley Ron, a partly eaten Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza from Ron's Pizza, and a sick looking Toon Council. I knew what happened. "WHY would you guys EAT one of RON'S FAKE CHEESE PIZZAS?!" I asked, astonished. Someone threw up. "FAKE cheese?!" Goofy sputtered. I nodded slowly. "YEA... didn't he TELL you when you GOT it?" I looked at them, shaking their heads. "What, did you assume it was cheese? I mean really, you guys didn't NOTICE that it was kinda greenish? Don't you know what it looks like??" I shot questions at them like I was firing a Semi-Auto. "I thought I knew all types of cheeses... then again, I eat a lot of other things..." Mickey said with a downcast voice. He brightened up, though, because Mickey Mouse cannot be sad. Neither can any of the Toon Council (except Flippy). "Guys, you better head to The Funny Bone Emergency Room. The only living creature that can devour fake cheese safely is Ron!" I said, pointing to the small mouse who was currently eating the remainder of the pizza. I grabbed the phone and wound up Funny Bone Emergency Room.
"WEE OOO WEE OOO WEE OOO!" the Toon Ambulance's siren blasted. Many bewildered Toons looked at us, scared. Toon Ambulances were never seen by Toons. Really, the only things on the streets ever since the cogs came were, well, cogs. We smashed a good few cogs on our way there. Several stretchers containing all the Toon Council were there. Ron was in one too, but only because he was having stomach problems from drinking too much Ron's Secret Punch, which was another thing Toons should never buy from Ron's Pizza. Many Toons came in to see what was going on, but all they saw was the back of the last stretcher. A doctor walked up to me. "Excuse me, a few of the doctors would like to ask you some questions about what happened." I glanced at him. "Sure, whatever." I said, still looking where the stretchers went. "Flippy, one of my best friends, was one of the people who ate the fake cheese." I sighed. "He will never learn." The doctor grabbed my hand to take me lightly. I stared at the back of his head. It seemed familiar... "Matt?" I asked. He turned around, grinning. "I was wondering when you were gonna notice. C'mon, you can tell me what happened in the untaped interrogation room." He brought me into a gleaming white room that was well lit, with a classic mahogany table with cherry-wood chairs, two small trees in the back corner, and a few Summer's Last Roses in pots scattered around the edges and walls of the room on the floor, one on the table, and on shelves. It was comfortable - for an interrogation room, anyway. We took the traditional seats across from each other. He cleared his throat. "Ah hem hem ah hem." I giggled. "Well, Miss." he said in an overly important sounding voice. I tried to muffle the giggles. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Well," I started, "I had come in and the first thing I saw was Ron with a huge smile on his face. Then I saw the Ron's Fake Cheese Pizza. I knew before I saw all the sick Toon Council that they had eaten it because Ron had somehow gotten them to." I sighed. "It turns out they thought it was real cheese. What amateurs." I coughed. "So you had nothing to do with this?" "Nope." He sighed. "Well then this was a waste. I kinda knew that was what happened anyway." He laughed. "Not a hard storyline to follow." I went back to Toon Hall with Matt to gather some documents that the Council needed to pay for the bills. When I entered, I sensed something was wrong. "Something's wrong. Code Red, Alpha Alert." I whispered to him. I used to be a spy, so when stuff like this happened I tended to use the old codes. Not that I wasn't STILL a spy, but that's getting off topic. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. "Tear gas - pretty fresh. There's the empty grenade." I said scarcely over a whisper, pointing to the oval shape near a corner. "I closed my eyes. A scene flashed in my head. "GET UNDER THE DESK!" I whisper-scolded. We scooted under a desk right when a level 12 2.0 Mr. Hollywood and Big Cheese walked out of the vault room. "Nothin'." The Mr. Hollywood said in a gruff voice. "Ugh, I thought we hid it pretty good!" The Big Cheese complained, with as much of a western accent as a cog could have. "We did! We hid it so well that no one saw it!" The Mr. Hollywood said angrily. "We got no information!" They flew out of the open skylight, away off to Cog Nation. "Hey..." I said. The Big Cheese had dropped a paper. I opened it. "DEAR COGS. A MEETING WILL TAKE PLACE AT SELLBOT HEADQUARTERS TOMORROW, AT 3:00 P.M. WE HAVE A CERTAIN - GUEST - THAT WE WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS. BE WARNED - THE GUEST IS QUITE TOONY.
FROM,
VICE PRESIDENT, SELLBOT HEADQUARTERS"
"They have a Toon!!" I yelled. Matt read the letter. He sighed. "What if it's just one of those storekeepers?" he said, obviously trying not to go. "It's not." I said plainly. "Those 'trials' only take place at Cashbot, in the secret meeting room." "How do you know?" He asked. "I have my sources." I said. Getting back to business, I said grimly, "They have a toon. We've got to save it." Matt sighed. "It seems so."
*Ron is a character owned and created by The Monkey Man. I do NOT own him.