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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Evil, huh. [ ... ] Um, no offense, but this is kind of low-key for an evil plan, isn't it?
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[He throws out the burnt, broken cookie, and huffs.]
As soon as I have sufficient resources, this town will see plans that are much more evil!
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Unless I can automate it, but that's mostly so I can go work on something different...
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[Offense flickered across his face, then evaporated.
People usually didn't find it nice to meet him.]
...yes. Considering the setting.
Marui. Hrm. I'll remember that. Are you actually looking to purchase something? Because you could do that. There are things to eat in here that I didn't make.
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[No purchase will be made. Drat.]
Don't get your hopes up too far! Soon enough, I'll be too busy with with a proper evil scheme to spend much time here, baking bread!
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[That wasn't what he had been thinking AT ALL. He'd already managed to add 3 petty revenge schemes to his Evil Scheme Checklist...]
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[Oh, he could see it now... employees. Employees of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, Mayfield Division!
...there's a dreamy look on his face.]
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...just who is this friend of yours?
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I have committed it to memory!
[Not that there was much to commit.]
...so, you're sure you're not going to buy something?
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