It's Alive!
The cheese on top started to quiver. Layer upon layer of pasta and mince began to shake. Two slices of pasta parted to form a large, grinning mouth. The creature slid off the plate and moved slowly across the table. It left a greasy trail behind it on the previously clean, white tablecloth. It paused in front of Odie and a cheesy tongue licked it's 'lips.'
With surprising agility it leapt from the table, straight onto Odie's head. The waitress's scream pierced the air, masking the wet slurping sound the monster made as it SWALLOWED ODIE WHOLE. He didn't even have time to yelp.
Garfield and Jon had fled to the front of the restaurant. The waitress was frozen in terror. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the lasagne. It sat on the seat where Odie once was. Nourished by it's new found food, it proceeded to grow. It was easily as tall as Jon when it stopped. It turned to face Garfield, who was clinging onto Jon and being clung onto in return.
"THOU SHALT NOT slurp BE SPARED FROM slurp MY WRATH!" It moaned. With that it turned to the waitress. She began to back away slowly. It was clear to Garfield that this was a job for… THE CAPED AVENGER! He slipped out the door, unnoticed.
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Moments later the Caped Avenger arrived on the scene. Jon was lying in the gutter, unconscious. There was no sign of the waitress or the lasagne. The Caped Avenger's keen eyes quickly spotted a slimy trail of cheese. He flicked his cape over his shoulder and swiftly followed it. What he found at the trail's end was not pleasant.
The lasagne had moved quickly and obviously fed well. The now 24 foot tall meal was making a meal out of anything that moved. The Caped Avenger watched in horror as it grew rapidly. A bus full of school children caught it's attention. It slithered down the street at a breathtaking pace. The terrified faces of the children, pressed against the glass of the back window, spurred the Caped Avenger into action.
There was only one thing to do. The Caped Avenger HAD to save all those innocent young children. OK, so the Caped Avenger HAD to eat some lasagne, same thing. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He leapt onto the beast with his mouth open wide, teeth bared in preparation. The lasagne never knew what hit it. By the time it got it's bearings it was bleeding spicy sauce all over the road.
It didn't stand a chance against the ravenous Caped Avenger. He ducked and weaved, evading all of the lasagne's attacks, eating all the while. A small crowd had gathered at the end of the street to witness the battle. They clapped and cheered at every bite, driving the Caped Avenger onward.
Within minutes the evil creature had been reduced to a pile of steaming slop. The Caped Avenger stood in front of it panting, covered in cheese and smelling of garlic. The roaring of the crowd was music to his ears. He paraded around a bit, waving here, bowing there and flicking his cape dramatically at every chance he got.
When TV crews began arriving he slipped away mysteriously. If the general public discovered his true identity he and Jon would hear no end of this.
