The merry tones of "the teddy bears picnic" tinkled as they drove. The large pink and white truck, its load of refrigerated snacks, being chased by children clutching money.

"Pull over there" A nice little lay by, safe for the kids to congregate in. "We'll rake it in"

They slid open the window, gaily coloured stickers announcing the frozen treats stored within. The low rumble of the Mr Whippy machine as it churned its load of delicious vanilla ice-cream, the soft melty texture a firm favourite amongst the kids. The bright red sauce was set to one side alongside chocolate flakes and rainbow sprinkles.

"I'd like two 99's and a Zap please" the little girl, barely able to see into the truck, waved her hand over the laminate counter. "Thank you" she beamed up as he leaned over to hand her the Zap lolly, his assistant dealing with the ice cream. He smiled down at her, taking the money, warm and moist from her hot little hand.

They soon got through the worst of the crowd, selling the penny mixes full of jelly spiders, gummy eggs and chocolate treats. Ice cream was most popular of course, the large cones being licked as the ice cream slowly melted, dripping down the cone to make hands sticky.

"There are only a couple of customers left; I just need to nip out a second." He gestured to his assistant to take the orders and deal with them. He slipped out the back door, avoiding the children to hide on the other side. Taking out a slender pack of cigarettes he sparked on up, inhaling and sighing in relief. Fancy French cigarettes he had swiped from his boss.

"I'd like an ice cream please with raspberry sauce" the little girl looked up, all innocent. A rare breed amongst the race of little brats in their hoodies, Burberry and tracksuits. Bad language the order of the day. The assistant looked down, smiling at her, ice cream in one hand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH" the child dropped her money and ran the sight so terrifying. Her mother picked her up, holding the shaking child in her arms.

"What did I do?" the huge, muscled man looked surprised. His eyes flashing behind the dark glasses. His head, clean shaven gleamed in the light, earrings jangling gently as he moved. He was hunched over in the van, looking like a bad version of Lurch. The child screamed once more and hid her face in her mother's neck.

Behind the van, blowing smoke out of his nose Reno smirked. Shinra wouldn't be asking them to man Heidegger's personal ice cream van again. All the money they made was going towards paying off their bar tabs. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the ringing of his telephone, the Junon March theme blaring. Checking the display he could see it was Heidegger… probably wondering where his special stash of childhood treats had gone. Fat pig.