Cake Delivery: A parody of Pizza Delivery from SpongeBob SquarePants with Total Drama characters.
Disclaimer for the series: Some (though far from all) chapters will contain moments of nudity or underwear due to the canon SpongeBob episodes' plots and gags, though it won't be anything that wouldn't happen in TD or SpongeBob. Credits to another user on FF for letting us use their idea, and another for their cast idea who wishes to remain anonymous. Some episodes may also take massive strays from canon in order for things to work. Feel free to leave a review if you enjoy it!
Ella was washing some tables in the Smoothie Clean, while her co-worker Dave was cleaning the register. Suddenly, the phone rang, making the germaphobe grab it with the tissue he was already using. "Hello?" Some garbling was heard. "Sorry ma'am, but we're closed."
More incomprehensible speaking was heard from the other end, making Dave sigh. "Sorry, ma'am, but I can't get you a cake, even if your kid's birthday is tomorrow."
Ella, having finished with the tables by now, stepped up. "We actually do have a few cakes in the back of the freezer!"
Dave stared at Ella like she had grown a lizard tail. "Well, perhaps I usually see the fridge more than you might, but I promise, we can sell the cakes." Ella reaffirmed, causing Chris to exit his office.
"Gimmie that." He demanded his cashier, before swiping the phone and getting on with the lady. She re-explained her order, making Chris nod and jot something down. "Uh huh. We'll get that delivered to you soon then!" He hung up the phone.
"Wait, but we don't deliver." Dave pointed out.
"No." His boss admitted. "But you do now!" He chuckled as he handed the neat freak a note.
"B-But." Dave stammered as Chris went to lock up. "Okay I expect you kids to get across town in one evening. You better not disappoint me, remember, we need those ratings high." He instructed, getting into his 60's era red car, before speeding off, leaving Dave covered in dust and smoke.
"I can't wait to make the delivery! I think it would be sweet to see the smile on that little boy or girl's face after seeing one of these cakes." Ella expressed to Dave, brushing his shoulder. He just simply sighed with defeat.
We then cut to Ella checking over the delivery truck, making sure everything was as it should be. "The tires are good, the pressure is swell! Oh, me and Dave will do this job well!" She sang as she turned a car inspection into a musical number.
"Um, Ella, we gotta get this cake there before tomorrow." Dave reminded. Ella suddenly stopped and realized she had gotten distracted. "Oh, why silly me! I'm coming, David." And she quickly got into the driver seat, making sure her hands were in the correct position.
"Can we just go, Ella?" Dave snapped. This startled the songbird, who accidentally pushed the stick with her elbow. "Oh, yes, sorry." She said. Dave sighed. "Sorry it's just that, doing the last job of the day, it's not fun for me." He explained. "It's alright, David. You didn't mean to yell."
Ella then hit the gas pedal. "AAHH!" Dave screamed. Ella frantically tried getting the wheel, but the car was shot back fast, and was swerving all over the road. She slammed her foot on the brakes, making the vehicle spin out of control until the two crashed.
After ensuring she was okay, the princess sighed in relief. "Oh, lucky that nobody was hurt!" She commented, brushing herself off. "Speak for yourself." Dave remarked, clutching his aching back.
"Oh, I'm very sorry, David! I hadn't noticed that the car was in reverse…" The singer quickly unbuckled and got out of the truck. She helped the germaphobe out of his side. "And, ah, we may need to deliver the cake on foot now."
The two got out of the more than totaled truck, smoke billowing from all sides. "Just great. We're totally gonna get there by tomorrow." He pessimistically stated.
"We still have the customer's address on the note Christopher gave us, I'm sure we can make this work." The singer reassured as she pulled the dessert out of the vehicle, miraculously in one piece.
The scene switched to show Dave and Ella walking along next to a road, while the latter was singing a song to pass the time, shockingly for the first time since they'd lost the truck.
"Walking with a cake! All for the customer's sake! Shouldn't be hard! This is just the start!" She sang cheerfully.
Dave didn't comment, but then some loud noises were heard down the road. "Ella, there's a truck nearby. We can get there faster in that!"
Ella looked behind him, seeing the large diesel truck. "Would they be alright with that though?"
"If they let us in!" He pulled her to the edge of the curb.
The two started jumping up and calling to the driver. From the truck driver's perspective, it just looked like two people shouting nonsense to him. "Get off the side of the road, you morons!" He shouted as he honked the horn and increased his speed, coating the two in sand. Dave blinked in disappointment while Ella frowned slightly.
"He must have been in a hurry." She pondered as she brushed off the sand from Dave.
"Yeah, I guess he was." He spluttered. "Okay, I think we've only got a few miles to go, but if we distract ourselves, we can get there in no time!" Ella promised.
"Woo-hoo." Dave cheered in a monotone voice. Soon the two were right through the streets of the city, buildings towering over the two. It was dimly lit and particularly frigid there in the streets.
"Oh, hey, look, a place to stop." Dave noticed, pointing to a small restaurant. "We'll go in there and ask for some help." He went on.
Ella took notice of a large row of motor-bikes outside of the restaurant. "These bikes look quite nice!" She commented before leading her co-worker into the place with her.
After opening the door, Dave froze. Ella looked at him, and then to the many grizzled men, dressed in thick leather clothing and hard plastic hats. "Good evening ge-" She started before Dave covered her mouth. "No, Ella. These guys look rough." He whispered.
"You got a problem with us?" One of them aggressively asked, glaring at the hypochondriac.
"N-nothing!" He stammered, before backing into another guy who was trying to get into the bar. "Eyo, what's your problem, kid?!" He shouted. Dave kept backing away. "Hey, look, guys…" He went and bumped into some more guys, spilling some of their beverages. "Looks like the little man here needs some schooling!" A big guy threatened, strangling Dave's wrist in the process.
"My apologies, everyone!" Ella suddenly shouted to them to keep the peace, making the man loosen his grip, before unexpectedly taking Dave's hand and running, not wanting either of them to be hurt. "Kids can be cruel." One of the guys remarked, before they all suddenly got back into a merry mood.
"In hindsight, I think letting you talk would have been the right call." Dave commented, feeling his throbbing wrist.
"I'm sure they were nice men." Ella countered, pulling Dave to a bus stop. "Oh, David, I think we might need to take a turn here." She mentioned as she looked at the map on the side of the bus stop.
"What, down that gloomy street?" He questioned, pointing to the street in question, which was down a quiet suburb with trash cans laying everywhere and large drooping trees further shrouding the quiet road in a dark aura.
"It seems like the faster route, as shown on this map." She explained, pulling the address out from her bags. "Plus, there may be friendly people along the way." Despite the songbird's words, Dave wasn't so sure.
"Look, Ella, I'm pretty certain cleaner streets are safer, trust me." He jerked Ella down the other way.
The camera panned over to show that the route the songbird mentioned would've been far faster. Taking one right would have led to a straight shot to the house.
The walk was rather quiet, only the sound of the cars passing by and the buzzing of the streetlights accompanied the traveling duo. "David, would you like a song?" the singer asked, pacing herself to be next to Dave. "I'm cold and tired, Ella. At this point, I don't think I would even hear your song." He muttered. Ella simply sighed, before humming her song from before.
After a while, the humming became whistling, then the whistling became scatting, until she couldn't hold back anymore. "Walking with a cake! All for the customer's sake! Shouldn't be hard! Me and Dave will do our best to stay on guard!" She even danced a little around the curb.
Dave groaned and fell to his knees. "It's been hours, and we haven't gotten anywhere close to that house." He spouted in a fit of disappointment.
"It's alright! According to what I remember from the map, we're halfway there! So instead of saying we have half of the journey left, let's say we're already halfway done!" The singer stated to try to cheer her fellow employee up, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Ella, how do you stay so positive? We're in a part of town I'm confident neither one of us has seen before, but you're still looking up."
The princess sat beside the boy. "I suppose it's just always how I've been." She answered. "In almost all of the fairy tales I've read or seen, the characters have never given up, no matter how dreadful the situation may seem." Dave slowly turned his head to the sunny girl, and cracked a small grin.
"I'm sorry for any issues I might have caused you though." Ella suddenly went, prompting Dave to speak up. "I'm not particularly a great driver."
"No, no, I think I'm also at fault here. I definitely was at that bar. Look, maybe we can still make it before the sun rises." He mentioned, the two both getting off the sidewalk. "That is a wonderful idea, David." Ella smiled. "So where to, Ella?" Dave asked, before Ella looked at a house, seeing its number was only a few down from the house they needed to get to. "Oh, it must be that way!" She claimed, and happily pranced along, with a less bitter Dave in tow.
After a few more hours and even some songs from Ella, the duo reached where they were meant to be. "Here, Ella, you deserve to deliver this cake." Dave offered. "Thank you, David. I won't let you down!" She beamed.
The princess proudly took the cake and rang the doorbell for the lady to answer. "Here's the cake you ordered!" She told her once she did.
"Nice, but, where's the cake knife?" She questioned. Ella looked confused. "The cake knife? You didn't send a complimentary cake knife?!" She began to shout. "And where's the writing?! It should say 'happy birthday Timmy!'" Ella simply stuttered.
"B-but you didn't- We don't-" The girl looked at the paper Chris gave her and Dave and saw nothing other than the order of a vanilla cake. "You didn't order any-"
"Don't you ever think of the customer's wants? I'm not paying for an improperly made order!" The customer slammed the door on Ella, making her eyes well up with tears. She walked back to Dave with the cake still in her hands.
"E-ell…" Dave tried to say, but Ella's attempts to look away from Dave said everything. He then looked at the house. He quickly found a branch that wasn't too dirty, popped the lid off the cake, and wrote something on the cake. He then marched up to the door and knocked.
"What do you want?" The angry mother asked. "I already told you I'm not paying for that!"
"Oh yeah, I heard your complaint, and I fixed it." He told her, showing the intentionally rushed writing. "Oh well thank you, glad someone here has a good work ethic."
She slammed the door. Dave could only smirk, before turning back to Ella. "Hey, Ella, good news! She took it."
"Even without writing?" Ella asked. "Oh, I gave her writing." Dave quipped with a grin.
"Okay, Timmy, say happy birthday." The sour lady smiled, as her big boy crawled to the table. "Mom, I wanted a Pretzel Burger." He said. "Well, you're getting this. Happy birthday." She told him. He looked over, and then burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" She went, before glancing at the cake. It read. "Happy birthday, please sepnu puas." on Timmy's side, but on the other side…
Dave and Ella had already set themselves on the trip back before the woman's screams could truly be heard. The neat freak only smirked, but Ella seemed to think something else was the problem.
"I suppose kids can be quite a handful sometimes." She commented. Dave suddenly stopped. "Hey, wait, Ella. Here." He addressed, pulling out his wallet. "Here's a tip for your customer service." Ella smiled, and hugged Dave.
A/N: Dave being here may seem somewhat random, but he was the person who looked like Noah in the first episode, and we thought he fit better due to being more emotional for this type of plot. Also, if he seems like he is being problematic, don't worry, we aren't trying to make him look bad. I hope this adaptation was able to bring as much joy as the original story did, it's a classic and one of the best from the entire show. The hug at the end is also meant to be purely platonic. That's not ship teasing in any way. Ella often hugs people that aren't Sammy, but she's obviously going to be loyal to her. Sorry for removing the moment with the food being slammed into the customer's face, but we did put another joke in its place, and I feel like it's just as satisfying, while also being more in character for Dave than the food slamming. If it doesn't make sense, read Dave's note upside down.