Fry walked back into the Planet Express building. There was a man dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans fiddling with some rubber hoses that where exposed from the bottom of the Planet Express ship. Professor Farnsworth stood watching him.
"Who the hell is that?" Fry asked Professor Farnsworth.
"He is here to fix the butane lines, Fry." The aging Professor explained.
"Now hold on a minute!" The man answered in a thick Texan accent. "Mister, my name is Hank Hill, I sell propane and propane accessories! Butane? That's a bastard gas!" The man said re adjusting his glasses.
"Exactly, Mr. Hill, it was a joke!" The Professor laughed.
"Heh heh. I tell ya what, you sure are a funny guy, but Propane isn't a laughing matter, Professor. Did you know that 9 out of 10 propane emergencies could be avoided?" Hank began to explain.
"My no, do go on!" The Professor replied astounded.
Fry rolled his eyes and walked out of the docking bay and into the break room. Leela and Amy were in watching the TV.
"Next week on Guiding Sun, Travis finds out that Zordnack has a secret!
"Travis, I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm , I'm in "
" What, Zordnack, what is it? Tell me!"
" I'm in love with Calculon!"
"Tune in next week as guest star Calculon battles Travis to the death!"
Leela saw Fry walk into the room and changed the channel. She liked to seem more intelligent than the average Cyclops woman, that watched soap operas.
"Did you meet Mr. Hill, Fry?" Amy giggled.
"Yes, he sure knows his gases." Fry replied.
"Think I should ask him out Leela?" Amy asked.
"A guy like that? What do you think he has a weird child and is married to a know it all substitute teacher? Go for it!" Leela replied.
A few hours, and one Hank Hill rejection despite Amy's best efforts later, the day was over. Fry and Bender walked home, rush hour transit tube traffic in New New York took forever to figure itself out.
"Bender, can I ask you something?" Fry asked.
"Talk is cheap my friend. So cheap in fact I won't charge you this time!" Bender replied.
"Gee thanks, I was 50bucks in the hole when I asked you what time it was last week. Anyway do you have the funny feeling that somebody is trying to knock us out of business?" Fry asked.
"Gee let me think…..nope." Bender assured his friend.
"I don't know but I swear somebody is making us go on false deliveries and trying to kill us, demoralize us, and maybe even humiliate us!" Fry went on.
"You meat bags and your conspiracies. How about we grab a few brews on you?" Bender replied.
The cheapskate robot and his friend walked into one of the many bar and grills that dotted the city. They found their way to a booth and waited for a server. Fry still couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was out to get the Planet Express employees.
"Welcome to Moe's the greatest chain of family restaurants since 1989!" A strangely dressed server welcomed them.
The waiter was wearing a grey double breasted chauffeur suit with an apron causally tossed over it. Fry didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"Hmm. I'll take the buggalo ribs and a Lebrou." Fry ordered.
"I'll take two fried chickens, a coke, and dry toast." Bender ordered.
The waiter who looked a lot like Mom's son Larry jotted down the orders and left. Bender gave a gaze toward the odd and familiar looking waiter but dismissed it. Instead he light one of his seemingly endless cheap cigars with a Zippo lighter with the letters BBR engraved in it.
"Something didn't seem right about that waiter. I don't think he washed his hands." Fry said.
Bender ignored him and blew rings of smoke from his cigar. The human fear of germs meant nothing to him. He was a robot, no need for feelings, pain or hunger……even though he enjoyed ordering food at restaurants because he found it cool. The waiter returned with their order and left. He ducked behind the bar and waited for the two to eat their food. The bartender, who looked a lot like Walt, only with a fake mustache pretended to wipe a mug waiting for the delivery boy to taste his food, he put a bottle of owl poison into his pocket.
There was a loud crash as Ignar, posing as the bus boy crashed into Fry and Bender's table knocking their entire meal to the floor, along with all of the other dishes he was carrying.
"Der, sorry sir!" Ignar apologized.
"Hey, you're the guy from the park! Bender lets get the hell out of here!" Fry screamed, shoving the mildly retarded Ignar out of the way. Bender followed after his friend, his loud footsteps cluttering along.
Bender caught up with Fry who had slowed down, stopping to take a break. Years on ingesting Slurm and other horrible foods had worn him down to an out of shape weakling.
"Fry, the idea of dine and ditch is to eat the food and run!" Bender explained.
"I invented dine in ditch, Bender. But that's another story. Those were Mom's sons they are up to something, I swear to the Space Pope himself, they are trying to unfold some master plan!" Fry explained. The two had begun their trip back to Robot Arms Apartments.
Ignar, Walt and Larry stood before their mothers imposing desk. The old lady walked into her office and took off her fat suit. "Damn that thing is itchy. How did we do today you ignorant pieces of squirrel crap?" She sat at her desk.
"Well we almost took out their ship in space ma, but Ignar screwed up. Then we tried to screw with the delivery boys head by doing something pointless and dumb with no intention to accomplish anything. And then Ignar screwed up the poisoned food plan." Walt explained to his mother.
"Ignar, that's 5 minutes time out, into the corner with you!" Mom ordered.
Ignar hung his head low and walked into the corner of the huge office and stood there facing the wall. He was accustomed to the punishment.
"So Farnsworth and his crew want to play hard ball, eh?" Mom began to speak again; her evil voice filled the office and echoed like a beast in a cave. "The delivery boy is obvious some kind of genius."
Meanwhile Fry was attempting to set the time on his alarm clock and began throwing it around the room similar to a chimpanzee trying to understand calculus. He jumped up and down on his bed making caveman like grunts.
Mom continued to speak. "Let's see if we can try the stupid ones."