Fandom Island and Town

Donut came into work severely disappointed that he still hasn't caught a kangaroo on the mainland yet. He wanted catch one and use it's pouch as a holder for his collection of scented lotions.

[Okay, now I'm done spamming you]

Grumpy Old Boss wanted Donut to work on Friday. Donut was afraid of Grumpy Old Boss. So here Donut was, working on a Friday.

Donut was trying to get the zombies to do a little penguin dance in order to celebrate their being in Antarctica. They were not being very cooperative.

"Come on guys!" Donut said. "Just put your feet together and flap around!"

[I'm around but might be kind of slow because, ah, I've been drinking. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT]

The zombies were glaring at the BANDages. The BANDages were glaring at the zombies. Donut was tempted to get on the piano and start a jaunty musical number just to see if they would rumble with jazz hands.

[I'm kinda busy so mod Tino for speedy service]

Sarge Grumpy Old Boss told Donut he had to work tonight so here was Donut. Working. Just like he was told to do. Tino was less than pleased with having to deal with Donut twice in one week. Tino would just have to deal with it because Donut always did what Sarge Grumpy Old Boss said.

All the berets that Donut had bought went mysteriously missing. Donut suspected Tino. There was only one way to confirm his suspicions.

"Hey, Tino. Did you throw away all those berets I bought?" Donut asked.

"Yes."

Donut crossed his arms over his chest and stomped his foot on the floor. "Why are you so mean?!"

[I'm distracted by RL things so mod Tino for speedy service]

Donut came to work on time and decided to spend his evening making a pyramid out of shot glasses. He had Tino standing nearby so he could catch any glasses that fell.

Donut came into work on time. Really. You just didn't see him cause he was sneaky like that.

Donut brought a pack of cards in with him today so he and Tino were sitting at the bar playing Indian poker. How Donut got those cards to stick to his helmet without licking them first will forever be a mystery.

Donut was not on time today at all. Nope. No sir. Late, late, late. Tino punished him for his lateness by throwing olives at him.

[Yeah. I forgot. It's spring break, I'm not supposed to know what day it is]

Donut came in belting out Madonna's "Material Girl" at the top of his lungs.

Of course he did that every time he came into work.

[I'm around but -gasp- actually doing homework so I'll be slow. Mod Tino for speedy service]

Donut came in on time and began setting up the shot glasses in a pyramid. It served no real purpose, really. It just looked cool.

Donut was locked in the storage closet. It was his own fault, really. Tino said Tom Cruise was in the closet and Donut took sentence at its most literal meaning. Now the fact that the zombies were playing extra loud as to cover up Donut's shouting was Tino's fault.

[I have a migraine. Mod Tino yo]

With all the thunder and lightning around there was no way Donut was going to walk around wearing metal armor. It was a good thing he bought clothes online and at the Pixie Dust otherwise he'd be working in his paisley thong. Donut wouldn't have a problem with that but he was pretty sure it would be breaking some health code violations.

"Hey Tino! I know, my hair is a mess. The static in the air plus the helmet equals disaster," Donut said when he came in. "Oh, and don't think I haven't forgotten about those hugs you owe me from last week."

"What the--" Tino stared at the guy for a second. "Donut?"

"Duh. Who else do you pay in hugs?" Donut asked. He slid over the bar to stand next to Tino. "I brought the new Cosmo for us to read! Doesn't the chick on the cover look a little like Isabel?"

Tino gave Donut a once over. "You're less ugly than I thought you would be."

"Thanks!" Donut said cheerfully.

[I am around, huzzah! ETA: And now I might be slow since I have homework that I forgot about. Whoops]

Donut wanted more fruity drinks, dammit. Tuesday was laundry day but he hadn't had the chance to do it yet. So now he was going commando because he didn't want to wear skanky underwear and going commando while wearing that armor caused some chafing. He needed fruity drinks to cope.

"We're closed," Tino said after Donut came in. Technically they were supposed to be open now but Dick hadn't showed up to work. Again.

"But I want a fruity drink!" Donut whined. "Can't you make me one?"

"I'll tell you what, if you open the bar, help the customers and close up at the end of the night then I'll make you a fruity drink," Tino said.

"But...couldn't I just make my own fruity drink then?" Donut asked.

"No, er, it's illegal to make your own fruity drinks in Virginia," said Tino, who could not believe this was actually working. "You have to have someone else make them for you."

"Oh! Well, I wouldn't want to break the law," Donut said. "I guess I'll get to opening the bar then!"

Tino gave Donut a smile and a nod and went to go read the newspaper in the back.