Pizza for Penguins

Angie was at work, the toughest job there is: putting toppings on pizzas at Round Table. Things were going fine, until she noticed a suspicious group walk through the door: a group of midgets wearing long trenchcoats, hats with the wide brims pulled low, and sunglasses, the kind with the fake nose and mustache. That wasn’t what caught her attention though. They walked a bit funny too. And that is what made her wonder about them.

No one else paid any special attention to the group. The guy at the front counter, Jonathan, took their order, and they all went to a corner booth to sit down. Angie watched as the order printed out, then gasped. Pizzas with extra anchovies. Now she knew the truth: they were penguins, all of them. No one else was sick-minded enough to order such a disgusting topping. ‘They must be plotting something,’ she thought. ‘Something truly evil involving pizza.’ Then she thought of something even more terrifying: she was going to have to touch those anchovies to put them on the pizza! Those cold, slimy, nasty things all stuck together in a tupperware container....She shuddered. She would have to do something before this terrible fate befell her. Angie went over where Jonathan was picking earwax out of ears.

“Psst...Jonathan.”

He jumped, startled. “Yeah?”

“See that group over there?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Don’t they seem a bit suspicious to you?”

He studied them a moment. Two of them seemed to be debating about something, then jumped up on the table in anger, quacking loudly and flapping their arms. The others tried to pull them off and calm them down some. Jonathan turned back to Angie. “Nope, not at all.”

“They’re penguins Jonathan! Evil penguins disguised as people! They even ordered anochovies on their pizzas! And you should see how they walk!”

Jonathan studied them for another moment, then shook his head. “I don’t know. They seem perfectly normal to me. I think you just want to get out of touching the anchovies.”

Angie sighed, frustrated, as he went back to digging for earwax. ‘I know,’ she thought. “Bryan!” Another worker walked up.

“Angela, la la la,” he greeted her.

“Bryan, there’s a group of evil penguins in the restaraunt! I think they’re plotting something evil!”

“Where?” he asked.

Angie went to point them out, but the group had disappeared. “They were there a minute ago. This can’t be good.”

“This is a job for....El Gato!” Bryan said, pulling off his apron and wrapping it around his shoulders like a cape.

“The Cat?” Angie asked, giving him a weird look. “You do know you’re not a cat right?”

Bryan gave her a dirty look. “El Gato does not need to hear such offensive comments. There is work to be done.” He stormed off.

“I need to stop selling him so much crack,” Angie muttered, turning to follow Bryan. Jonathan stopped her, looking confused.

“Bryan isn’t really a cat is he? I mean, I’ve never seen one that big before or anything....If he is, he’s got a really good disguise.”

Angie looked at him, wondering if someone else was giving Jonathan crack or if he’s just been dropped on his head as a child. “No Jonathan, Bryan is not a cat.”

He look relieved. “Good. Cuz if there were cats that size with that good of disguises, who knows what they could do.”

Angie decided something much worse than being dropped on the head must’ve been done to him as a child, maybe someone trying to cut open his head and switch his brain with that of a smaller creature, and went off to join Bryan hunting for the penguins that had disappeared.

"Bryan! Yo Bryan where'd ya go?" Angie called, looking around. The back area wasn't very big, so it didn't take long to see he wasn't there. 'That's weird,' she thought. 'Hmm...if I were Bryan imagining I was a penguin, where would I go? I know, the walk-in freezer!' From outside the door she could hear scuffling sounds, along with some quacking. Angie threw open the door, holding out a fork in defense and yelling, "Freeze! Ha ha, freeze and this is a freezer, get it?" Then she looked around and saw no one was in there, just a pile of trenchcoats and fake glasses on the floor. Oh yeah, and a note saying, "We have El Gato. Give up your quest to stop us or you'll never see him again." The note smelled like anchovies, which made Angie gag. After standing there gagging for a bit, then looking in tupperware containers with the salad bar food in them for Bryan, being the observant person she is especially with things right in front of her face, she noticed a gaping hole in the roof of the freezer. "That's where they went! They must've flown Bryan out of here through that hole! I knew they really could fly!" Suddenly someone fell through the hole right in front of Angie. She jumped back, screamed, and reached for her fork, but it was just Jonathan.

"Jonathan! How did you get up on the roof?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I thought it'd be a good time to test if I can fly yet. I've been practicing after all."

"Right...." Just then there was a beep as someone came through a door to the restaurant. Angie left the freezer to get help for the customer, and saw it was her friend Matt, the third part of an alliance they had with Bryan.

"Matt! Bryan's been kidnapped by the penguins!"

He gasped. "How dare they mess with our alliance! Come on! To the Pizzamobile!"

"You mean that shotty piece of junk we call a car?"

"Yeah, that's it. Let's go!"

"What about me?" Jonathan asked, turning around with straws sticking out of his nose.

"Um, you need to stay and watch the restaraunt. If anyone asks, I'm really Supergirl and had to go fight crime."

"Whao, you're Supergirl? Wow! Can I have your autograph when you get back?"

"Yeah, um, sure, why not..." Angie said slowly edging away from him towards the door with Matt close behind. They turned and rushed out to the car to save Bryan.