Now Muffy wasn't sure about a lot of things at this point. But one thing she was having particular trouble with was figuring out exactly where she was. It seems she might be with the group in the cafeteria mulling over the seven menu entrees in anticipation of lunch, but then, perhaps she was actually still sitting in a phone booth downstairs. The real problem it seems is that the editor is almost as lazy as he is forgetful and has not only forgotten where Muffy is, but is essentially too lazy to go back and read earlier sections of the script to find out.
"Why do these things always happen to me?" asked Muffy of her reflection in a shiny butter knife. At that point, the editor had an epiphany thanks to the bus-boy who had put out the dinnerware on the table the group was sitting at. At the same time, Muffy herself had a moment of clarity and realized that the tables, chairs, and dinnerware could only mean one thing for her whereabouts.
She reached across the table being careful not to knock over the giant bazooka-shaped vase of black daisies in the center and grabbed a menu from the stack. Just as quickly however, Iggy the iguana, sometime sidekick of the rabid hamster, flicked out his oversized tongue and with it's remarkable adhesive properties whisked the menu out of her clutches.
"Heyyyy-" she started to protest but then noticed another menu sitting directly in front of her on the table "funny I don't remember seeing that there before..." She thought.
Muffy reached for the menu and opened it to check out the seven famous entrees everybody was raving about when a small slip of parchment paper slid out into her lap. On the parchment, a message was scrawled in neat handwriting "Whatever you do, don't look around. Excuse yourself from the table, then get up and walk directly across to the door next to the pickup window. Act like you are going to ask the chef a question about entree #5."
Muffy wasn't sure where the slip of parchment came from but looked at the menu item #5 and somehow knew it was intended for her. Standing up she quickly excused herself from the table earning nothing more than cursory "uh-huh's" from everybody else whose heads were still buried in their menus.
She walked across the cafeteria right to the door next to the pickup window and found it locked. Knocking lightly she was greeted by a matronly female voice "Ya? Whattaya want?" it rasped.
"I need to talk to the chef about the Spineless Chicken entree", replied Muffy. Instantly, she heard a deadbolt sliding and found herself being herded quickly into a dimly lit kitchen by three middle-aged women wearing latex gloves... |
