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ballhat: so what happens when you run... out of food
tallstar: why?? are we out of food??
ballhat: no! it's a hypothetical question
tallstar: are we *sore throat* out of food?????
ballhat: no!!!!
[later on]
joe: hey were out of food
tallstar: aaaAAAAAAAAAA
[later on but not so much later]
ballhat, tallstar, joe, the masked fellow, and bright are all lined up in 3rd floor lounge. except for bright actually who is sitting this one out. youll see why soon enough!!! hohoho
poet: (wearing a military helmet) Alright, fellow worms, here's the plan. this will be a stealth mission. we are going to mcdonalds. we can not afford to be spotted by the enemy, so bright youll have to sit this one out.
bright: im already sitting
bright was sitting down the entire time, reading the news paper.
poet: ...
poet: here is the plan
The Plan _--__-----__---_-__-_--__-_
the scene is set over a mcdonalds late at night, nobody is around.
narration (poet): we ride the subways into the station a block away from mc donalds
ballhat: *leaves the station and looks around for people* all clear!
narration: once ballhat gives the signal, me, tallstar, joe and masky will rendevue at the entrance. joe, youll wait outside and stop anyone trying to come in.
mask: *is sneaking around to the back alley exit*
narration: mask, you go out to the back exit and wait for us to let you in.
poet and tallstar: *walk in through the front entrance, tallstar going in behind the poet, sidestepping and facing perpendicular to the doors*
narration: tallstar and i will enter the building, keeping tallstar completely hidden until i can distract the cashier from the register.
poet: *orders something arbitrary*
mc donalds cashier: alright thatll be [arbitrary amount of money]
poet: thank you
narration: the cashier will go back into the kitchen to do. whatever it is they do at this point in the fast food process. meanwhile, tallstar will sneak behind the register and make use his two dimensional nature to hide in plain sight. the cashier will come back to the register only to find me still there.
poet: *distracts the cashier by being overly cryptic and witty and stuff*
tallstar: *knocks the cashier out from behind*
poet: hey! this guy just passed out!
another employee: *rushes to the cashiers aid*
tallstar: *knocks out that employee also*
poet: a little help over here!?
another employee: *rushes to the aid of the previous employee*
tallstar: *knocks out That employee too*
this process continues for a while
narration: once tallstar takes out all the gaurds, we go to the back and let the masker back inside the restaurant where he and i will start packing all the food we can carry into boxes and bags and the like. then we exit the establishment without leaving a trace.
narration: thats the plan at least
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were back in the hotel after the poet has finished explaining the plan to his Troops and hes still wearing a military helmet
poet: any questions?
ballhat: *raises his hand*
poet: yes, ballhat?
ballhat: so youre just gonna raid mc donalds and walk away like nothing happened??
poet: No. We, are going to raid mc donalds. and walk away. as though we have food! because we will!
ballhat: no i mean dont they have like, security cameras???
poet: Oh! worry not, ballhat. we have what is known in the business as "A Guy" for that. any other questions?
ballhat: cant we just buy more food?
joe: were broke
there is a short silence, followed by the sound of even another short silence.
poet: yeah
tallstar: s..
tallstar: *choke* yeah
ballhat: ok. ok so when do we go
poet: right! so mcdonalds is open 24 hours a day, so we go at midnight, when there are the least amount of customers to worry about
ballhat: what if theres people there though?
poet: we have a guy for that too
ballhat: huh. well what time is it now
poet: joe?
joe: i lost my watch
bright: its 11:32. theres a clock on this wall *points at a wall out of view*
bright: dont worry, there was no way you could have known.
poet: (to bright) thank you.
poet: (facing the other guys again, still wearing a military helmet) alright gang, lets move!
[a little later, at the mc donalds]
joe: i thought you said this place was open 24/7
the poet bangs his head on the outer wall of a very closed mcdonalds, and keeps his head there
tallstar: *stomach sound* im sorry
joe: you think this might be the wrong mcdonalds? or do you think we got the wrong information
ballhat (distant): hey whats the hold up
tallstar and joe look at eachother, and the poet turns his head a bit to look at ballhat
tallstar: y
joe: The store's closed!!
joe: sorry tallstar
tallstar: its ok
...
ballhat: ... well,
ballhat: doesnt that make it easier since nobody will be there?
poet: ,
poet: wait nevermind...
joe: ballhat has a point
poet: yes but we'd have to pick the lock or break the glass and i cant pick locks and we cant break the glass
joe: you have a point
joe: tallstar you can tell ballhat this time
tallstar: thanks
tallstar tries to shout to ballhat but instead just coughs really loudly
tallstar:
joe: lets order some pizza
poet: *sighs audibly*
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END OF PART ONE
PART TWO COMING SOON
WILL THEY GET THE MC DONALDS
OR WILL THEY STARVE
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL GT
