Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-03 06:52 pm
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-03 06:52 pm
02 - It's Okay, It's Evil Pie.
[Action 1 - Bakery, Morning]
[Finding out that his role within this throwback town was that of a baker hadn't gone over well, initially. A fit had been thrown. Fists had been shaken at the heavens. And he had seethed with rage on the entire way to work. Injustice! Injustice! The universe was constantly mocking him, and this was additional proof of it! Logic took the edge off of his temper, however, and he was only monologuing under his breath as he tied on his apron.]
If I'm going to Inator my way out of this nightmare, I'm going to need to understand it. Become a part of it.
[Tie, tie.]
...and I'm going to need funding.
Besides, how hard can it possibly be to make bread? They have machines that can do it, I know how to operate an oven, I've spent time slinging bratwurst so obviously food service isn't outside of my range of expertise... this should be EASY!
[He swept his arms outwards triumphantly! And struck a stack of metal bowls, sending them flying with a CLANG and a residual clatter-clatter-clatter.
He flinched, and nursed his hand.]
...and that is not a premonition of utter failure, no, no...
[Action 2 - Bakery, Mid-day]
[The scents wafting from the bakery today have only a hint of burntness to them. Fresh bread and sugar cookies are doing their best to overpower the remains of the morning's mistakes. Heinz is busy filling donut-like pastries with jam, looking very pleased with himself.
The display cases and racks are full of baked... somethingness, that's for sure. There are only a few items to be particularly concerned about. A few loaves have had corners or edges carefully cut away, to hide charred spots. There are several blueberry(?) pies out for sale, and a single lemon meringue with very lopsided meringue. A wide assortment of sugar cookies are available, too! Although those ones are shaped like skulls and these ones are decorated like frowny faces and the ones there still reveal burnt patches from beneath the heavy striped frosting....]
[Finding out that his role within this throwback town was that of a baker hadn't gone over well, initially. A fit had been thrown. Fists had been shaken at the heavens. And he had seethed with rage on the entire way to work. Injustice! Injustice! The universe was constantly mocking him, and this was additional proof of it! Logic took the edge off of his temper, however, and he was only monologuing under his breath as he tied on his apron.]
If I'm going to Inator my way out of this nightmare, I'm going to need to understand it. Become a part of it.
[Tie, tie.]
...and I'm going to need funding.
Besides, how hard can it possibly be to make bread? They have machines that can do it, I know how to operate an oven, I've spent time slinging bratwurst so obviously food service isn't outside of my range of expertise... this should be EASY!
[He swept his arms outwards triumphantly! And struck a stack of metal bowls, sending them flying with a CLANG and a residual clatter-clatter-clatter.
He flinched, and nursed his hand.]
...and that is not a premonition of utter failure, no, no...
[Action 2 - Bakery, Mid-day]
[The scents wafting from the bakery today have only a hint of burntness to them. Fresh bread and sugar cookies are doing their best to overpower the remains of the morning's mistakes. Heinz is busy filling donut-like pastries with jam, looking very pleased with himself.
The display cases and racks are full of baked... somethingness, that's for sure. There are only a few items to be particularly concerned about. A few loaves have had corners or edges carefully cut away, to hide charred spots. There are several blueberry(?) pies out for sale, and a single lemon meringue with very lopsided meringue. A wide assortment of sugar cookies are available, too! Although those ones are shaped like skulls and these ones are decorated like frowny faces and the ones there still reveal burnt patches from beneath the heavy striped frosting....]
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Not bad, not bad...
So, you're talking robots?
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Want some boxed to go?
...and no, no, robots are a pain, when you let them have too much free will and don't have them bolted to tracks! It's all "oh, what is it like to have feeeeeeelings" and "oh I just knocked over all of your hard work I'm just trying to heeeeeelp". Annoying! I'm thinking more along the lines of what they do in automobile plants.
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I'm saving up for that cheesecake.
Ohhhh, I see.
Are you some kind of mad scientist or something?
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Are you willing to wait the two hours, or do you want to put in an order to be picked up tomorrow?
...mad scientist? Absolutely! I am Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, owner, operator, CEO, and head of R&D for Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
[Dramatic gesture!
...slump.]
Or I was, until I woke up here.
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Doofenhurtz?
[Cue laughter. Lots of it.]
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...that's Doofenshmirtz!
[Oh there was going to have to be a plan for revenge now, oh yes! A vein above his eye twitched, but he was quick to choke back the evil rage. Instead, he plastered on a neutral look, snatching up a pad and pencil.]
What flavor? Strawberry? Blueberry? Caramel? Or would you like a surprise?
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I'm quite partial to Oreo.
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Oreo? ...hm, yes, I believe that's possible. Oreo cheesecake! In two hours! Done!
[He finished his scribbling on the pad with a flourish and pinned the order up.]
Aaaaanything else?