Author's Note:
The story you are about to read is based on my imagination. You see, I was attending a 20-week cooking class at JobTrain in Menlo Park, and during my time on the course, I imagine that the Three Stooges are part of the cooking crew. Also, "Tangled' was just around the corner by the time my 20 weeks were up.
So please note that even though it's a "Three Stooges/Tangled" crossover, this takes place in Menlo Park, not the kingdom of Corona.
And now without further ado, I present to you, the prequel to the upcoming (pretend) film, "Nathan Rosenberg: JobTrainee," "The Three Stooges of JobTrain!"
The place, Menlo Park. The time, mid-March 2010. Spring was in full blossom and everyone was hard at work.
Well, at least three of them were trying to.
An ice-cream truck drove around town looking for customers. A sign on both sides of the truck read "Ice Cream 4 U."
"Mommy, Mommy, I want ice cream." a little boy said to his mother, whom he pulled towards the truck.
The window flew open, revealing ice cream men Moe and Larry.
"Howdy do, lady." greeted Moe. "What can we do for you?"
"One ice cream cone for my son, please." said the mother.
"Which flavor would you like, sonny?" asked Moe.
"Cookies and cream! Cookies and cream!" said the little boy.
"One cookies and cream it is, then" said Larry. "Hey, Curly! One scoop of cookies and cream on the double!"
There was no response.
"Hey, puddin' head!" Moe called out.
This time, he heard a moan coming from the back of the truck.
"Will you excuse us for a moment?" Larry asked the mother.
He and Moe went to the back of the truck where they found Curly on the floor.
"I don't feel so good, fellas." he said to Moe and Curly as he resumed moaning.
Moe examined the ice cream chest, only to find it filled with empty cartons.
"Did you eat all the ice cream?" he asked Curly angrily.
"It wasn't me," said Curly as he tried to get up. "My tummy made me do it."
"Oh, so it was your stomach, eh?" said Moe as he punched Curly in the stomach and slapped him silly.
"Nice going, you numbskull!" he said. "Now we have no ice cream to give that little kid."
"Wait, you're out of ice cream?" asked the mother.
Realizing she heard everything from the open window, the boys quick closed it and drove away as fast as they could.
"Wait! Stop!" the mother called out.
At Cafe Borrone, Stan, a royal guard was placing a napkin into his armor, much to his fellow co-guard, Pete's annoyance.
"I'm aware it's not protocol, Pete." he said. "I just happen to think it highlights my mustache."
Just then, the guards heard a little boy crying. They hurried to where the mommy and her son were.
"What seems to be the trouble?" asked Pete.
"They ate my ice cream!" cried the little boy.
"Who ate your ice cream, little fella?" asked Stan.
"Those ice cream men ate all the ice cream and drove off without any explanation." explained the mother.
"Don't worry, ma'am." said Pete. "We'll bring those ice cream-eating vandals to justice."
"Let's ride!" exclaimed Stan.