Over the fence ch. 3
by
Mastermindhunter
The map showed that the sweet cream factory was only a few builings away. The time was about noon. It didn't seem like time was going slow enough. Their experience as humans was very fascinating, fun, and a little exciting. If they were going to have the best homemade ice cream in New York, as the man in the taxi claimed, then they figured they would have it on their first day as humans. First, though, they figured that they might want to buy some hygenic products. If there was one thing that humans didn't know how to do, it was naturally clean themselves.
At the superstore, there was a vast selection of personal hygene products. No wonder humans didn't take the time to naturally clean themselves. Not with all these fancy soaps, and sprays to do it for them. They all grabbed a toothbrush, toothpaste, some body wash, shampoo, cologne, a nail kit, q-tips, a comb and a razor. As soon as they hit they hit the checkout lane, Private saw an area of clothes. He ran over, and asked the others to follow. There were many selections of tuxes, and a woman said they were on sale. They each grabbed three tuxes, a white sleevless shirt, jeans, some underwear, socks, and a pair of pajamas. At the hotel, they all got themselves cleaned, and put the clothes in the closets.
"Skipper, I'm tired. Can we just go to the sweet cream factory?" Private was tired, and plopped onto the bed. Leting out a big breath. Skipper smiled at how Private was so exhausted from shopping.
"Aww alright. We'll go and get some sweet ice cream. Who else wants to go with us?" Kowalski and Rico were right up next to them in no time. Apparantly everyone wanted to go. They walked on out, and the streeets were filled as always. The taxi's whizzed past, with rushing buisnessmen running in pursuit. They kept along the route that the map showed. In no time a building with multiple powdery colors appeared on their left. The sign showed a pink ice cream cone. This was surely the place. They opened the door, and the bell above the door caused them all to snap into a ready to fight position. Inside everybody looked at them with a raised eyebrow. Skipper cleared his throaght, and blushed darker than normal. It showed up darker now that there were no feathers to hide it. The building's interior was full of customers. It looked very puffy, and smelled sweet.
They approached the counter, but there were no people infront of it. Underneath the glass, there was ice cream of all colors, and flavors. In front of the counter, there was a small bell, with a button in the middle. Rico pushed the button, and as if suddenly out of instinct a girl ran out from two swinging doors, and up to the fours boys. She was around the same age as their human bodies were. Her eyes were very intense green. She had the same black hair that the taxi driver had. It cascaded around her body, like a curtain. She looked at each one with a small smile. They were definitly different from what she normally saw. She looked in the front of the store, as if waiting to see the presidents limo. They all stared at the girl as she greeted them with an even bigger grin.
"Hello welcome to the sweet cream factory. My name is Gwyneth. How may I help you?" Skipper remembered that the man in the taxi told them to specifically ask for Gwyneth. This must have been his daughter.
"Your name is Gwyneth?" Private asked with raised eyebrows. She smiled, and nodded, as she held up the nametag. It must have read Gwyneth, but the others couldn't read, of course. "Hey, one of the taxi drivers told us to ask for you. He said you made the best homemaid ice cream in New York." She rolled her eyes, aware of her father's nosing in her job. Her emerald green eyes staring up at the cieling. That was something none of them were expecting.
"Yeah I should have expected that. He likes to bring customers up to me, sometimes. Says that it's his way of being an advertisement. We don't have much money for advertising our little spot of a dessert restaraunt. Still, though as soon as we get the customers here, we always get them coming back." She pointed out all the customers that were enjoying their treats of pies, cookies, shakes and other goodies. "So what can I get four debonaire boys like yourselves, today?" Skipper looked at the different tubs of soft ice creams, and rubbed his chin. There were so many different types to choose from. He finally saw one he liked.
"Coffee flavored, in bowl, please." She grabbed two ice cream scoopers, and dug them into the tub that had light biege ice cream. She scooped it up, and plopped it in the bowl, and kneaded the ice cream around while adding the milk and sugar, and then grabbed a white plastic spoon, and stuck it in the bowl. Kowalski walked up to the cashier next.
"Honey flavored in a cone please." She clutched the scooper, and dug it into the honey flavored tub all the way on the other side of the room. The light yellow scoop was especially large. She wasn't going to rip them off. She was a great scooper.
"What about you hone?" Gwyneth smiled to Private. Private smiled back, and put his index finger up to his cheek, pondering. The others didn't need to think twice to know what Private was going to order.
"Butterscoth ice cream, please. Two scoops?" She smiled, and grabbed her scooper, and plunged into the tub, that was closest to her, she smushed them on each other. The sugary tower stood tall, as Private grabbed his food.
Rico walked up to her ready to point out his choice of flavor, but froze. He could have swore that if the boys said anything about his dolly, he wouldn't have cared. This girl was a hundred times more breathtaking than his doll could have ever been. Her eyes were like two enchanted forests that he could have gotten lost in. Her ebony locks were thick, and came down like a waterfall of black. He could have sworn that if that couldn't draw him in, those gorgeous freckles could. He stood there smiling, not knowing that the girl in front of him asked for his choice. Skipper slapped him on the side of his face. He snapped back to reality.
"I said what would you like, darling." Her smile was still there, and she was still holding her scooper in her hands. He blinked away his embarrasing glance, and pointed to the french vanilla. She looked at him, then asked if he was pointing to the french vanilla. He nodded, and smiled a little wider than he hoped to. She smiled back, and asked him if he wanted a waffel cone or bowl. He looked at the two choices on the stand behind her, then thought for a bit. Skipper cleared his throat to grab the young lady's attention.
"Umm he can't talk. He's not uneducated or anything. He just can't speak. I'm sure that he would prefer waffel cones. Is that what you want Rico?" He nodded with a sparkle in his eyes. She nodded, and scooped up a french vanilla cone, and handed it to him. His smile was enough of a thank you. She smiled back at him. They paid for their treats, and looked to see if there were any customers behind them. There weren't so they struck up conversation.
"So let me guess, brothers I presume?" She moved around, a little. They were surprised that she picked up their hidden identity so quickly. She shrugged, and looked down. "Well I figured that, since you all dress the same, and actually kind of have the same facial features. We don't usually get people dressed like you all. You know, the whole tuxedo thing, and all."
"Yep. We're kind of from out of town. You know. We're on holiday, and thought we would take a family vacation up here in New York for a week. We booked a suite over at the Sheraton hotel and towers down there." Kowalski explained. She eyed them up and down, slowly giving a sly smile. Then she put the scooper down.
"Oh that's not too far from here. Where are you boys from?" Uh-oh. Kowalski hadn't given him anything to work with on that subject. Skipper thought quickly, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Baltimore, Maryland." It was recognizable, and not too far away. She bought it as she smiled, shifting her weight. The boys nodded, and she looked into Rico's eyes as he was focused on her.
"Well, that's pretty neat. I hope that you all enjoy your vacation here in New York. If you all feel like having any treats, come on over here, and stop by. I'll be here from seven in the morning, to two thirty in the evening, which is pretty close." She glanced at her watch. They all ran over to a table, which was holding four chairs. They dug into their ice cream, and if anything were true, the taxi driver was right. It was like a bit of heaven right there in the shop. The ice cream was delicious.
"Wow! Gwyneth sure does know how to make some delicious ice cream." Private smiled as he licked his sugary concotion. Skipper nodded, and took a spoonful of his cafine based treat
"Very true, Private. I'm sure glad we said yes to that taxi driver." Kowalski closed his eyes savoring the sweet taste of the ice cream.
"This is unbelievable. I don't know about you boys, but I think I might come back tomorrow." They all nodded in agreement, except Rico. He was staring at Gwyneth goggley eyed, and occasionally taking licks of his ice cream. She was so beautiful, and definitly rivaled the ice cream's sweetness. She was so nice, and didn't care that he had a scar. Even in his human form, people occasionally stared at his scar. She was something different though. It seemed like he had just met his hearts desire. He didn't know how to tell her how beautiful she was.
"I'm going to take my break Mr. Martin!"
"Alright, Gwyneth!" When she walked out from behind the counter, Rico watched her in every stride, but Kowalski was whispering over to Rico. Rico looked over at Kowalski. He was pointing at her legs. What was so important about her . . . foot?
He looked down to her jeans. Out of the jeans she had a sneaker shoed foot, but no foot on the right leg. Where her right foot was supposed to be, there was a long dark black thick plate that curved out flat, and curved upward to slightly above her ankle. She had one foot, and a prosthetic foot right above her right ankle. Private couldn't take his eyes away from it, but did eventually when Skipper whispered hoarsley for Private to quit staring. Skipper looked down to his ice cream as if he felt guilty to have both of his feet. Kowalski looked to his right as if trying to figure out what could possibly happen to a young lady, as to where her foot would be cut off. It didn't bother Rico though. She didn't have a right foot. Big deal. She was still as kind hearted as before. When she walked over to an open table, she took out a bologne sandwhich, and some pretzels, and started eating. Apparantly she didn't notice that all four of the boys were staring straight at her.