8- Gambling
A large crowd had gathered in the kitchen.
"Place your bets!" Plugsy announced. "What kind of sub did Robbie order?"
Kirby rolled over. "Really? Must you do this every time Robbie orders take out?"
Mel chuckled. "These betting pools are not my idea. Blame a certain... large lamp."
Plugsy grumbled. "Anyway, one bet for tuna..."
Ongaku-san waved his plug.
"One bet for Bacon Cheeseburger."
Radio raised his plug.
Plugsy turned his gaze to Kirby. "Anyone else?"
"I don't gamble," Kirby groaned, wheeling away.
"I vote ham and cheese!" Lampy called out.
Plugsy smiled and wrote down Lampy's vote.
Kirby and Blanky waited in the living room until the gambling pool stopped.
"All right!" Plugsy looked at his list. "Everyone said something different." He strode over to the fridge. "Let's find out."
Fred, the fridge, cringed.
"Drumroll please."
Ongaku-san played a sound that could roughly be described as Drum roll.
Fred opened the door.
"And it's... chicken parm?"
A series of anguished wails answered the question. "We were all wrong."