Takes place immediately after Dethvanity. I thought Pickles looked like Wendy with that wig on. This eventually resulted from it.
As usual, I don't own Metalocalypse or any canon characters. I do own #476, and lay claim to #859 for the purposes of this story.
#476 stared out the window, drumming her gloved fingertips against the glass. "Are they even open at 4 AM?" She asked. "I have no clue." #859 answered. "Thanks for not holding your tongue, by the way." "Oh, you're very welcome." #476 had not been able to resist comparing a wigged Pickles to Wendy, which had been overheard. That had started this whole mess. Now #476 and #859 were tasked with finding a Wendy's with an open drive-thru solely so that they could bring food back to the Haus. "Over there!" She leaned forward, pointing, then squinted a little. "Wait, that's a Taco Bell." She sat back in her seat. "Would the Masters forget the square hamburgers if we brought them burritos?" She mused. "Maybe if Wendy's isn't open." #859 shrugged.
The intrepid Klokateer duo passed by the Taco Bell, as well as a McDonalds and a Burger King. "Are you sure we can't stop there?" #476 asked as each went by. "No." #859 answered each time. It was several more minutes before #476 blinked, pointing. "OK, that's definitely a Wendy's. It's got the Pippi-looking girl and everything." "It looks closed." "No, there's a light on, I can see it. Pull around." She drummed her fingers again as the car was pulled around, and they stopped at the drive-thru. Both stared at the sign for a minute. "Might as well just get a bag of burgers and fries. Is Master Skwisgaar on that salad kick again?" "Not that I know of." "Alright then. HEY! YOU OPEN?" They were answered by a tired-sounding voice from the intercom. "Yeah, whatcha want?" "Twenty burgers and fries!" There was a pause. "They're going to think we're joking." #476 muttered softly. Sure enough... "Excuse me?" "Listen, I know full well you think we're kidding, but we were ordered here from Mordhaus solely to procure this food, and it'll be our heads if we come back without it." "Wait...Mordhaus? You mean..." "Yeah, that's what we mean, now will we get that food?" Another pause. "Nice work." #476 again muttered. #859 laughed in response.
There were no more hangups after that. With several bags of food on her lap, #476 watched as they passed by darkened buildings. The rosy light of dawn had barely started touching the highest spires of Mordhaus as they pulled back into the garage. "How in the hell am I gonna carry all this?" #476 asked, looking down at her lap. "Gimme some of it." She passed several bags over to #859, enough to be able to maneuver one hand to patch her comm into the Haus intercom system. "Good morning Masters! Your faithful Gears have returned with the spoils of our trip. We will be leaving the Wendy's in the kitchen. Have a good day!" She purposefully made her voice loud and cheery, imitating a morning person solely to annoy. "We'd better get to the kitchen quickly before they decide to hunt me down for that." She commented softly as she turned the comm back to its normal setting. Both hefting bags of food, the two Gears went into the Haus, shutting the door behind them.