Around town, very early Sunday morning [NFB]

[betterthanaplan]

Raccoons were not a rare sight on the streets of Fandom. Whether they were busily heading to work at the brewery, antagonizing Troopers at the station, or just otherwise going about their raccoon-y business, no one was likely to blink an eye at seeing one or two wandering about as they went about time. Most of them weren't wearing crowns, though. And generally they weren't walking around on their hind paws with a pickle jar stuck on one of their front ones.

But that was just what made the Trash King a king.

He and his minions arrived very early Sunday morning, right around the radio squirrel shift change, when the night squirrels went to bed and the morning ones got to work. At the Trash King's orders, his raccoon recruits spread out through town, each with a stack of fliers and posted them about on bare walls, telephone poles, trees, trash cans, stop signs. . . .:

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Grand opening!
Donut County Delivery Donuts!
Donuts so good they named a whole county after them!
Free delivery! Speedy service! Tasty donuts!
Give us a try today!

The fliers also listed the address to see the menu and download the Donut County Delivery Donuts app. The Trash King looked on in approval, then scurried into the woods, his best construction raccoons following after. It was time to set up his trash empire!

[AND IT BEGINS! This week: order a donut, maybe get a hole!]

Fandom Fire Station, Sunday morning

[designateddadfriend]

Back in Seattle, Travis had gotten donuts for the station on a regular basis, usually resulting in a good natured battle over who got the bavarian cream and who got stuck with blueberry. He missed that level of camaraderie in the all-but-empty Fandom station, so while he certainly didn't need a donut right now, when he saw the flier plastered awkwardly over the station's sign, he pulled it down and gave it a thoughtful look.

"They should just call it 'DCDD'," he muttered as he scrolled through the menu. "Ooo, this one has fruit loops on it!"

He put in an order, figuring he'd give the fruit loops donut a try, and if it was any good, maybe he'd make ordering a regular thing. Keep a box in the reception area, lure in more visitors. . . .

( Cut for a preplay with . . . myself )

[THE HOLE TAKES ITS FIRST VICTIM. NFI, but people are welcome to notice, you know, the GIANT MISSING BUILDING. And, you know, note the events in the radio broadcast.]