Tifa walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana.
"Where are you going?" asked Onion, who was eating his usual bowl of Fruit Loops at the table.
"Got another job," she replied while peeling the banana.
Onion hummed. "So…I guess we won't make the movie premier, huh?"
"Of course we will! The job's a cinch—two days max."
"No, really; it's okay. We can see Robocop XXVIII next week," Onion assured her. He then slurped his colored milk from the bowl.
Tifa became dead serious. "I'm telling you: two days. I'll be back in two days and we'll make the premier."
"But—"
"No Butz!" Tifa punched through the wall and killed Butz, who was innocently walking on the sidewalk just outside the house.
"Okay…"
"Good. Now I'll see you in two days."
- 10 days later -
"So what if we didn't get to meet the actors and get their autographs?" said Onion as he and Tifa sat in the theater waiting for Robocop XXVIII to start. "At least we didn't have to wait for hours on a long line."
Tifa remained silent.
"And we got to read the reviews to know it was crap before seeing it ourselves."
More silence.
"Well…uhh…at least your mission went well and your contact gave us free tickets for Princess 2: Diaries of a Pony. This should be a fun movi—"
Tifa smacked him upside the head. "Shut up."