Of Mice and Dragons
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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It was a quiet peaceful day in the Valley of peace. Merchants sold their wares, children sang and Mr. Ping Spun his noodles! "#11! Your order is ready! #11!"
"I'm #11!" Shouted a antelope as he moves to get it-
SQUISH!
GAAAHHHHHH! MY ARM!
The Antelope let's out a resigned sigh as Mr. Ping glared at him. "Relax, I know the drill." Said the Antelope as he flung a chunk of money into a nearby bowl.
STEP ON MY SON
PAY 50% EXTRA FOR YOUR MEAL!
PAY THIS OR GET OUT!
Ping sighed as he lifted the large overflowing bowl. We've only been open an hour and I've already had to empty this thing 5 times! I like money as much as the next entrepreneur, But my poor son! How-
SQUISH!
GAAAHHHHHH! MY LEG!
Ping gave a reproachful look at the nearby warthog. The warthog gave a resigned sigh as he too threw a large chunk of money at him. He then turns to ping.
"Look, I'm not one to tell people how to do their business...But seriously, this is the 75th time this week I've stepped on him...That kids going to get him himself kil-"
"Look, your meal is ready! Either star eating or get out! Interrupted an irritated Ping. The Warthog leaves quickly. Ping looks at his son Dipper the mouse with despair.
The boy wanted so hard to be useful! To be fair he was a great chef and busboy...But he was injured so often! He'd asked him many times if he wouldn't rather stay in the nice safe kitchen with his twin sister Mabel(who was also a great chef but was terrified of stepping outside the kitchen lest she get stepped on as well).
But he refused, he was determined to prove to the world...Well the usual crazy things a boy his age wanted to prove: That he's special, that he's strong, that he's not weak, that he's a man...y'know important, stupid stuff like that.
Still...Although he worried about him...He was still proud...Who else could serve 70-something people at once during the lunch!? No one but his son, that's who! Why it-
SQUISH!
GAAAHHHHHH! MY SPLEEN!
Ping Growled. "That's it!" I'm jacking it up to 75%!" Shouted the Goose over everyone's irritated (but resigned) groans.
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TO BE CONTINUED?
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AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
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