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fandomtownies2007-05-19 08:22 pm
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Fandom Post Office: Saturday [19.05]
"What the he-- GLADYS!"
Moist's yell was somewhat muffled by the fact that he was currently tumbling head over heels back down the stairs, cushioned by the torrent of popcorn that flowed free through the doors of the Post Office.
A huge hand lifted him by his collar and set him on his feet. "The Sorting Engine Is Overflowing."
"Yes, I can see that," he snapped, struggling free of her grip and wading through the flood of white, up the stairs and into the post office. "What happened?"
"I Do Not Know. There Were Flashing Lights And Then There Was Popcorn. It Has Now Stopped."
"Okay," he muttered as he climbed onto the desk, turning in a slow circle to survey the damage. Not that he could see it under all the popcorn. "All right. Gladys, get to work. Scoop the clean stuff off the top and bag it. The rest, I don't know. Maybe we can sell it as packing material."
The Post Office was open. A path had been cleared from the front door to the counter. There were bags of (really quite clean, considering) popcorn set out, with a sign proclaiming them to be Free to all Post Office Customers (or passers by, or anyone who'll take it away), and Gladys was working diligently to clear up what was left.
Moist's yell was somewhat muffled by the fact that he was currently tumbling head over heels back down the stairs, cushioned by the torrent of popcorn that flowed free through the doors of the Post Office.
A huge hand lifted him by his collar and set him on his feet. "The Sorting Engine Is Overflowing."
"Yes, I can see that," he snapped, struggling free of her grip and wading through the flood of white, up the stairs and into the post office. "What happened?"
"I Do Not Know. There Were Flashing Lights And Then There Was Popcorn. It Has Now Stopped."
"Okay," he muttered as he climbed onto the desk, turning in a slow circle to survey the damage. Not that he could see it under all the popcorn. "All right. Gladys, get to work. Scoop the clean stuff off the top and bag it. The rest, I don't know. Maybe we can sell it as packing material."
The Post Office was open. A path had been cleared from the front door to the counter. There were bags of (really quite clean, considering) popcorn set out, with a sign proclaiming them to be Free to all Post Office Customers (or passers by, or anyone who'll take it away), and Gladys was working diligently to clear up what was left.