doofenstrudel | 05 - Sharp-Dressed Villain

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05 - Sharp-Dressed Villain

[Action A, 457 Stone Street, Morning]

[It's another marginally beautiful Mayfield morning, and Doofenshmirtz has volunteered to head out front and get the mail. Still half-asleep, he steps over the brown-papered package on the front step, staggers to the mailbox, extracts the bills, and steps back over the package without even noticing it. Click, and the door shuts behind him.

A few moments later he's back out on the step, staring down at the thing he had previously ignored.]

Ehn, what's this?

[Peering down at it, he's surprised to see that it's addressed to him. A suspicious look is cast left, then right, then upwards, then he quickly snatches up the package and retreats inside.]

I've heard about this! They've given me something back! I wonder what it is?

[He shakes the box this way and that, judging the weight of the contents. Still no idea. Ah well! He rips the paper off, lifts the lid off of the box inside, to find that he's been given back his labcoat.]

..it's a start. A pretty good start.

[Action B, Bakery]

[Another day, another dollar. Heinz is at work... well, he's at work. Physically present at work, behind the counter and minding the bakery. But he's not doing much. No baking, no frosting, no kneading. He has a notebook in hand, and he's scribbling in it madly, occasionally muttering to himself.]

I'll need three dozen of those... hm, I'm going to need multiple trips. Taking measurements into account, we'll need this much lumber just for the supports.... ooh, and tarps. Tarps are important. Many tarps.

[And he's got his apron tied over his labcoat. Having gotten it back? It's going to take effort to make him remove it.]

[Action C, Around Town]

[His shift at work is done, and Doof is now out and about shopping. Still wearing his labcoat, of course. And grinning from ear to ear, occasionally consulting his notebook before plucking an item from the shelves and tossing it in his shopping cart. Hardware store, general store, record store, he's stopping by it. His list of needs is long. You might catch him between stores, too, arms loaded with bags.]

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[Guess who just got done doing his own shopping?

Doof actually probably doesn't reocognize him, given that last time they talked it was over the phone and he was a lot more batshit insane. Though anyone who buys this much of what looks like the ingredients for waffle mix can't be entirely mentally sound...

Especially when you consider that in amongst the waffle mix and berries (for topping!), there's a huge chainsaw.]

What flavors of strudel to you have today?

[Mayfield bakery: Always fresh-baked, usually razor free!]

[Nope, no immediate recognition. The man hasn't got NEARLY enough Large Ham happening right now, for a proper parallel to be drawn. He's even delayed in looking up from his note-making.]

Eh? What?

[Klaus is blinked at blankly, while the words take their sweet time to register in his brain.]

Strudel? Blueberry and apple.... yes, all those fresh apples just appeared today, might as well put them to use....

[Crud, better get back into the customer service mindset for a few moments... he folded the notebook shut.]

Would you like some boxed up? How many?

[Maaaaaybe the voice is familiar. Doofenshmirtz is rather distinct that way.]

[Ohhh yes that voice is familiar. It's not really Doofenshmirtz's fault, though; it is rather distinct.]

I plan to do some fairly intensive work tonight so I'd say make it a round dozen. Six of each.

[Despite being here a whole year, it's still kind of odd to be doing transactions like this himself. Odd and awesome. How many times does a Baron get to go to the pastry shop, all alone, and order strudel? NEVER.

Until now.]

By the way, I believe I recognize your voice. I yelled very loudly at you over the phone a few days previously.

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