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A New Era of Veggies-Chp.2
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Chapter 2 - Arrival of a Stranger
 
     It was a quiet day in Villagetown City (cliche huh? This is only the beginning! Really, it is). All around, people were going about their daily tasks. Mrs. Greggins, the banker, was shopping for groceries at the Villagetown Grocer. Mr. Haguchi, the flowershop owner, was shopping for seeds at the Villagetown Gardner. Ms. Baskin, along with her friend Mrs. Robbins, were getting an ice cream cone at the Villagetown Ice Cream Parlor. And the Scotsman, no profession, was wandering about the streets, cursing at people in Swedish. Yes, many many people had many many things to do, in many many ways, and in many many places. But over at the Villagetown Jewler, someone did not have many many things to do. Our old friend, The Pillsbury Dough Boy.
     "Give me.........ummm..........uhhhhhh.........oh! Give me the one over th-- no....."
     He had many many choices.
     Dough Boy had recently held up the jewler with a rounded carrot (don't ask), and now his unbaked brain couldn't decide what pretty jewel to take.
     "Ummm..........hmmm........jeez, I don't know......"
     The jewler was being cooperative. "Um, sir? If your robbing me, why not just take all of th-"
     "Quiet infidel! I'll decide to take them all when I'm good and ready!! Now lesse......"
     It took Dough Boy about half an hour (and since he was hungry, half a carrot) later to just give up and take all of them.
     Dough Boy may be made of dough (okay, he is. You got us), but he can run reeeeeeal fast, and that's just what he did. He ran and ran and ran all the way back to his secret hideout, the La Delaņo Caves. The caves are near the old seaport called La Delaņo (duh). Just wanted to clear that up.
     Chester Cheetah was a bit confused. "Dude, why did you take all the jewels?"
     "I needed a jewel, and these are all prettylike!!" Dough Boy replied matter-of-factly.
     "But why do you need a jewel again?"
     This gave Dough Boy a good question mark in his head. "Ummm...........uhhhh............lemme think..........."
     Chester, sensing another stuttering dialogue like the one a few paragraphs back coming up, decides to tell the author to do a scene transition, and uh....oh yeah, oops!
     Meanwhile...............
     Word had spread quickly about the recent robbery, and after yelling at the jewler for succumbing to a carrot, the crowd of gossipers stopped to catch their breath at Mr. Haguchi's flowershop.
     "Why are we catching our breath? We haven't even been running?" said Mr. Hunters.
     "I don't know, but we have to keep the story going, or we'll be cut." replied Mrs. Greggins.
     "I say," spoke the Scotsman. "We need someone to stop this crime spree and such!"
     As this was the cue, the crowd turned toward a hazy mist that seemed to come out of nowhere, and watched as a shadow started to form.
     "I say," said the Scotsman, "I say again, what's that?"
     As the shadowy form approached, the gawkers started whispering.
     "It's Superman!" shouted Ms. Greggins.
     "No, no, no. You're supposed to say 'It's a bird! It's a plane!' before you say it's Superman," replied the Scotsman. "Besides, that looks nothing like Superman."
     "Well, it looks nothing like a bird or a plane either, so what's the point of saying that it does?" argued Mr. Hunters
     "Well, the whole point of the quote is for people to remember Superman," said the Scotsman.
     "But you just said he looked nothing like Superman!" said Mrs. Greggins.
     "Will you keep it down out there!" shouted Mr. Haguchi, the flowershop owner. "The plants are getting very disturbed." He then went to the display case and took out a rhododendron. He then started petting it, while saying, "There, there, Mitchell. They didn't mean it. Those mean people didn't know you were trying to get some sleep."
     Mr. Haguchi was very involved with his job.
     The gawkers stared at him for a while, then started shouting and arguing again.
     "I'll settle this," Mr. Haguchi said. He then turned off his sprinkler, clearing the haze surrounding the figure.
     Everyone stared at the figure.
     "It isn't a bird!" said Mr. Hunters.
     "It isn't a plane!" said the Scotsman.
     "It's......it's," stuttered Ms. Greggins. "It's a vegetable!!!"
     Indeed it was. It was a vegetable.
 
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