Summary: Blinx and Pammy run a delivery order, but it doesn't go as they thought it would.

ORDER RUN.

Blinx put the plates of food on the table in front of the people that ordered them and went off to take another table's order, after taking the orders, she went to the kitchen to give the paper slips to the cooks. Upon entering, she saw two of the young cooks hitting each other with a spatula and a stainless steel wire basket.

"Hey! Knock it off, you two, this is no time for roughhousing!"

But her yell came too late as one of the boys knocked the latter down with the wire basket to his face, just then Mr. Carlks came in and saw the boy on the ground with a red wire basket mark on the left side of his face

"Hey, what's going on here? Bart, what're you doing on the floor?" He said to the teenager on the ground.

"Nothing Mr. Carlks, sir" The boy said.

Blinx was going to tell him the truth, but Mr. Carlks just waved her off, obviously not wanting to know. He then escorted her to his office where rest of the waitresses were as they had been called in for an important announcement.

"Ok ladies, tonight is the first night of Hooters new delivery service. Here's how it works, this is the order and this is the address where its. This is a pager, if it beeps that means I'm calling you, the screen will display a phone number, pick up a phone and dial that number. Everyone got that?"

The waitresses gave him a look as though he thought they were stupid.

"Ok then. Now who'll volunteer to run the first delivery?"

No one spoke up for a moment, Blinx then sighed and raised her hand, knowing well that no one else was going to do it. Pammy then raised her hand too. Mr. Carlks handed them the paper with the order and address and Blinx went to the kitchen to hand the cooks the order on a paper slip.

After the food was made, the two girls went out to the back where Blinx's bike was parked, Pammy hopped on the back rack with the cargo and Blinx pedaled off into the brightly lit city.

"Man, who does Carlks think he is? Instructing us on how to use a pager like we're a bunch of brain-dead 2 year olds. I'm not stupid, I know how to use a pager." Blinx said.

"God, tell me about it. And where's he finding these guys to do the cooking? They have got to be the most immature people I've ever seen. And are they even legally qualified to work there? I mean, it's not exactly Burger Bot, their staff is nearly all teenagers." Pammy replied.

"I don't know and all I want is to make this delivery so I can go home."

"Speaking of, where is this going to anyway?"

"Paper says it's going to 142 Chezway Boulevard. Huh, I've never heard of that street, guess we need to follow these directions until we get there."

Pammy read Blinx the directions on the paper, reading off each checkpoint they reached as they exited the city. As they reached a tree infested road, the two girls were starting to think the directions weren't leading them on the right path.

"Hey, Pammy, are you sure you're reading the directions right?" Blinx asked Pammy.

"I think so, I'm reading them off in order and not missing any words." Pammy replied.

"Then how come we aren't there yet? Seriously I've been pedaling for the last half hour and we've wound up on a road that doesn't even look like a street."

"Hey, I'm just telling you the directions because you're working the bike, it's not like I know where it is exactly."

Just then, a pair of lights and a car horn blared behind them, and judging from the size of the vehicle, the driver wanted them to move off to the side. Blinx was already close enough to the side of the road as it was, but the driver was being an asshole about it.

HONK, HONK!

"Shut up!"

HONK, HONK!

"I'm over as far as I can go!"

HONK, HONK!

Seeing that he was going to keep honking the horn until they moved, Blinx finally lost her patience with the driver.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'LL RIDE IN THE DIRT!"

She then steered the bike off the pavement into the dirt, hitting a large stone as she did and got sent flying off the bike along with Pammy. The vehicle behind them kept driving, no longer acknowledging their presence now that they were out of his way. Blinx snarled as picked herself up and watched the car disappear from sight.

"Goddamn speeding tailgater dickheads. Why do they hafta be behind other drivers?"

"Well, the good news is the food is one piece." Pammy said, walking up beside her with the miraculously undamaged bag.

"And the bad news?" Blinx asked.

Pammy then looked behind her back with an uneasy look, Blinx looked in that direction and saw that her bike's front wheel had been bent with a few broken spokes. As if things couldn't possibly get any worse, the pager began to beep. Blinx pulled both the pager and her cell phone out off her bag, looking at the screen then dialing the number.

"Yeah?" She said into the phone.

"Are you there yet? The man who ordered that food called and wants to know where the hell you are." Mr. Carlks replied.

"We're still on the road, I'm starting to think these directions you provided are a little out of touch."

"Well read them a little more closely and get that order to its destination on the double. Capeesh?"

"Yes, sir."

With that, Mr. Carlks ended the call. Before Blinx could put her phone away, it rang again, this time the call was from Bumblebee. She really did not want to deal with it right now, but answered anyway.

"Yeah, what is it? …No, I'm not off of work yet, I have to make a delivery first. …Well they do now, just started tonight. …Could you just be patient for a while longer? As soon as I'm finished, I'll be right over to hang out for a few hours. Ok? …Bye to you too."

With that, Blinx hung up and went over to her bike, picking it up and getting on.

"Uh, Blinx, I don't think your bike will be able to get us to Chezway Boulevard with the condition it's in." Pammy said.

"Well it's the only ride we have, so get back on."

Pammy did so and Blinx struggled to get the bike moving another mile and a half until they reached another checkpoint that lead into a large town, they then followed the directions further until they found Chezway Boulevard and the house number.

The two girls walked up to the left door of one of the linked houses and ringed the doorbell, the door opened revealing a medium set man with thinning brown hair and wearing a football jersey with jeans.

"You the girls from the Hooters?" He asked in a Canadian accent.

"Yes, and here's your order. That'll be 16.85 please." Blinx said.

"Oh this is looks good, smells good too. Ya know I've had dinners at a lot of restaurants here, but I heard Hooters has the best great tasting stuff there is, the one in Detroit especially." The man said as he paid the girls.

Blinx suddenly cocked her head when she realized something the man said.

"Uh…did you say the one in Detroit?"

"Yeah, the one here in Livonia caught fire and burned down a week before my wife and I moved down here, they wont start rebuilding until September so I decided to order from the Detroit one. Well I'll let you two get going seeing that you have homes to get back to. Have a pleasant night, eh?"

With that, he closed the door, leaving the two girls standing motionless in place.

"Livonia? Did he say Livonia?" Blinx asked cluelessly.

Pammy then looked over the paper to check if she missed anything, sure enough, she found the address and saw there was another word next to it.

"Ooh, you know what? Seems the full address said 142 Chezway Boulevard, Livonia, but the Livonia is faded. Guess the fax machine ran out of ink at the last minute." She said.

Blinx stood motionless with a blank stare plastered on her face, not uttering a single word. Suddenly her expression slowly changed to rage and began to shake, Pammy stepped back as far as she could, knowing all too well she was gonna lose it.

"WE RODE FOR 29 MILES ON A BIKE WITH A BROKEN WHEEL AND DIRT SHOVED INTO EVERY ORIFICE, JUST SO WE COULD DELIVER A BAG OF FOOD TO SOME GUY WHO LIVES IN THE NEXT FUCKIN CITY OVER?

I WOULD HAVE HAD BUMBLEBEE DRIVE US IF I KNEW WE WERE GOING TO LIVONIA! SON OF A BITCH PISS FACE CARLKS!"

Pammy stood frozen with fear as Blinx screamed angry profanity and threw what ever she could find on the ground, all the while ranting about what an ass Mr. Carlks was. After 15 minutes of fuming, the girls took a walk in the city to help calm themselves, suddenly the pager beeped and Blinx annoyingly dialed the number on her cell phone.

"Yeah, what?"

"Have you made the delivery yet?" Mr. Carlks asked.

"Yes, but our ride has broken down, it's gonna take a while to get a new one."

"Well hurry up, I'm not paying you to stand around and do nothing."

With that, he hung up the phone, leaving a dial tone for Blinx to hear. The blue haired girl seethed with anger, now he had pushed her too far, it was now time to give him the most humiliating punishment she could think of. As luck would have it, the two girls were right next to a payphone, Blinx put in a quarter and dialed Carlks' number.

"Hooters on West Nile Street, Robby Carlks speaking."

"Yes, hello. My name is Mr. Wiener, first name Drew, middle initial P. I'm looking for a friend of mine who said he was heading to your restaurant and I haven't heard from him in 2 hours. Could you call for him please?"

"Yeah sure…excuse me everyone, I got a Drew P. Wiener here! Anyone expecting a call from a Drew P. Wiener? Hey everybody! I hold here in my hand a Drew P. Wiener!"

The two girls then heard some random guy shout "well you better put it down then, dude" followed by jeering laughter, an angry Mr. Carlks then threatened the caller that he'd shove a rifle barrel up his ass and blow his head off if he ever finds him. Blinx then hung up the phone and laughed hysterically along with Pammy.

"Phew, I feel much better now." The brunette said.

"Yeah, there's nothing like a good prank call to your moron of a boss to make you laugh your troubles away." Blinx replied.

She then took out her cell phone and called Bumblebee to tell him to pick her and Pammy up and take them to the Hooters and then take them home. After the call was made, all the two girls had to do for tonight was wait for their ride, drop off the money, then punch out. Both Blinx and Pammy then agreed that they'd never do this again and to let someone else make the runs.