#plentyzone

[robotnikium]

Elsewhere, in the Jester Zone:

❝ ROBOTNIK YOU USELESS TWIT — ❞

[thebananwithaplan]

@plentyzone asked:

A few feet to the left of the Banana's current lunch (Likely more PBJs, good luck with still getting rid of them all), an egg would slowly, slowly, steadily, roll along the table, eventually stopping short in front of the Banana's view. "Hello, my Wonderful Cavendish friend. I hope you are still as Epic as ever. Perhaps even still trolling for the lulz like a boss."

" I hope your new employee is performing well. She is very good at traversing air vents, which I SUSpect may provide you with a valuable security system in these trying times. "

It's a very, VERY good thing that he doesn't tire of eating the same thing for days on end. The issue with the thousands of sandwiches is the concern of letting them go to waste, magic-summoned or otherwise. And as the 'Peanut Butter Jelly Time' guy, he felt that he couldn't let that happen...

Could. Could they even expire if magic was involved? He didn't want to risk it, but if he had to eat much more than what was originally promised then it's going to require him to take even more 'government mandated dance breaks' than usual.... Maybe more of a 'dance marathon'. Which again. Not impossible for him. But he does have a lot of stuff to do...

Did this non-toon egg just roll up and started talking to him?

...You know what. Sure. It's far from the weirdest occurrence these past few days. Months, even. He'll hear what it had to say, unaware of its true nature nor form.

"Why, thank you." It's always nice to hear that someone or something recognizes him in one way or another... Even if the 'L0L' style of compliment was coming from an talking egg.

It's what's said next is what confuses him for a moment. N... a new employee? Truthfully, he hadn't overlooked the hiring process by himself for a hot minute, but why the emphasis on vents, security, and the sus on 'suspect'?

"Aren't ya a funny little thing? You make it sound like I just got myself an Imposter from Among Us under my employment all of a sudden."

[scriptdeviant]

❝ … You have GOT to stop losing your things, Grampa. ❞ Bringing the suitcase to eye-level, he began to wave it tauntingly in front of his grandfather. Only serves the old-timer right, given the lengths James took to retrieve it. It wasn't James' fault that some snake-like game host got their hands on it. He just wanted to see the funny yellow guy get blended!

The spark of mischief flickered in James eyes. Unable to hide a snicker, he swiped it back as his grandfather reached for the case. Hopping backwards, he taunts Gregory by ... smacking his butt, of course.

❝ But — ! You're gonna hafta give me more than my train back if you want it. ❞ Turning from Grampa, he pondered all the possibilities! A collection of poison dart frogs? Yet another antique pocketknife from Grampa's collection? Maybe he could FINALLY get his hands on nurse lady's syringe! She wouldn't listen to James, but she'd certainly listen to Grampa!

... Probably?

❝ So c'mon! You reeeeeaaally needed this, didn't you? ❞ He waved it again. ❝ What's your best offer!? ❞

@plentyzone

[wariodemambo]

. . .

Quietly walks off with a small jar of souls.

[scriptdeviant]

@plentyzone :)

❝ LOOK AT IT'S WIDDLE FAAAACE —— !! ❞ Nene squealed as she wrapped her arms around the gift; An obnoxiously bright pink Seal plush 3/4th's her size. She spins, carefully dragging the other along as their shoes stomp against the ground. A boardwalk carnival at sunset, hand in hand with the one she loved — Could there be a better end to the perfect day? ❝ I'MMA NAME HER ... MOMO !! ❞

With Momo tucked under her arm, Nene skipped along to the music. Like the bakery, mall, and the fast food place they stopped for a snack they they had no other plans than to wander aimlessly; simply doing as they pleased and enjoying each other's company.

She stops bouncing as her eyes lock onto ... Something. Cotton candy, perhaps? A private, romantic ferris wheel ride to the top? Maybe she wanted to go to the photo booth, and take a bunch of cute couples' pictures! Whatever her hearts desire, the mercenary was dragged along.

Nene wrapped an arm around Pico's, pleading at him with puppy-dog eyes. He'd notice the sharp sensation of her nails digging into his flesh. The grip tightens as her eyes lock on the prize.

It ... It's another Seal plushie.

But this one is purple.

Of course.

❝ YAAAAAY!! ❞ She cheered as she shoved Pico forward, ❝ Win me another, babe! ❞