Transmission 09 – Operation: Fries
Objective: Retrieve a tasty snack for Koenma.
Danger Level: 1(Beginning Transmission…)
Todd walked up to the McDonald's across the road. Many passing pedestrians stared past him at the weird, swirling opening that divided the worlds behind him, whispering. He didn't notice.
He approached the door, sighing as he did so. His first big solo mission, and it wasn't big. It wasn't even a mission, for that matter. More like an errand. That's probably what it was. Stupid him, gullible enough to have taken this thing. The vortex remained, attracting a crowd.
"Do you think it's real?" one person asked as a silly little kid tried to touch it. When his hand went through, his mother dragged him away, worried at what it could be. It was dismissed as being part of a movie or something.
The bell attached to the door tinkled delightfully as he stepped inside the restaurant. The Mexican at the counter looked at him, then tossed the dirty rag he had been using to wipe the counter 'clean' onto the floor behind the cash registers. (Nothing against McDonald's or Mexicans, it's just that I'm making this one crappy.)
"May…I…help you…sir…?" the Mexican asked slowly, trying to speak English with a large effort. A short Mexican glared at the visitor from the kitchen, then went back to flipping hamburgers.
"I'd like a size large pack of French/Freedom (take your pick, folks, cuz I know some people are prejudiced that much) Fries, and that'll be it," Todd told him, slapping some money on the counter (Someone's in a bad mood…).
The Mexican looked at him, then at the money. "I-ah no speak English."
Todd blinked a minute. He tried again. "I want some French fries," he told the guy nice and slow.
"I no speak English." ('Perfected')
"I. Want. Some. French. Fries." A little louder.
"I no speak English." Ditto. (Pokemon pops outta nowhere. Authoress: Get outta here, shapeshifter! –kicks it into space-)
"I WANT SOME FRENCH FRIES!" Todd yelled.
That's the funny thing about Americans. When someone can't get what we're saying, we think screaming it louder will help them understand.
"I NO SPEAK ENGLISH!" They were in each other's faces now.
"YOU LIVE IN F-CKIN' AMERICA AND YOU CAN'T SPEAK F-CKIN' ENGLISH!"
Angry, the Mexican pointed up at the menu. Everything was in Spanish. Todd colored a beet red.
"Oh." Embarrassing. Seemingly under calm control, he walked back out the door and through the barrier, which, surprisingly, didn't disappear. Everyone for miles around heard the shout that followed as Todd demanded from Koenma, "YOU SENT ME TO MEXICO!" It shook the ground and a few birds flew out of a tree beside the McDonald's building.
The scene switches to Koenma's office as the prince responded, "Huh? No," as though confused and surprised at such an accusation and the puzzled expression that came over Todd's face.
Back in the restaurant, a Mexican woman came out of the supply closet and pushed a button beside the soft-serve machine. The panels on the menu spun 180 degrees, revealing on their backs and English menu.
The three workers peeled off their latex masks, showing themselves to be none other than Mal, Kohari and Dmitri. They burst into laughter at the chaos.