Veggiefic: Behind The Curtains

Part 4: Bitter Encounter

Bob grumbled after that dreadful scare, giving a stern stare in return.
"..Hello Mr. Lunt.." He says with a whine.

"Whaaat? Would you prefer Fatso? Or maybe Tubby?"
Mr. Lunt was the shortest out of all of them, besides maybe the french P's, with warm ivory skin, and black, shiny hair. His eyes always had either shades or his hair over them, and his grin always reflected a golden tooth, one which gleamed with both pride and arrogance.

Never giving his first name, the man from New Jersey joined the show a little after the first few episodes had aired, brought in by their financial backer Mr. Nezzer, said he had some spunk they were missing back then. At first, things were fine, great even! Everyone got along with him, but as the show became more and more popular, so did Mr. Lunt. Along with his newfound fame, an ego had come to form, making him less of a friend and more of a bully at times.

After the success of the two movies they made, that's when Bob and Mr. Lunt began to clash together, its unclear grow it happened, but now everyone wonders who will be the bomb, and the igniter. The tension was that overwhelming.

Bob took in a sharp inhale, hating the jabs at his weight, like a punch to his gut.
"Why are you even here.?" He asked impatiently, which Mr. Lunt smirked at.

"What? Am I not allowed to shop here too??"
'No..but I wished you didn't..' Bob thought to himself, just wishing to get the bird and leave. He felt something boil inside..a vile of evil which laid inside of everyone, waiting to burst open and control him, to turn on his fellow man. He fought against it, knowing that violence got him nowhere and that he's better than that.

"Shop wh-where you like, I-I got places to-"
"Already stuttering? Man, you should really get that checked!" He snickered, before jolting as someone placed their hand on his prized shoulder, turning around only to face Larry, who was less than impressed.

"..What's so funny?" He asks, almost deceivingly innocent and oblivious, though it was clear he wasn't fine with what was happening.

"Ehh..well uh-" Mr. Lunt was closer friends with Larry than anyone else in the studio currently, the last thing he wanted was to get on the wrong foot with him. He slowly steps back, Larry urging Bob to go ahead to the counter to check out while he stayed behind.

Jimmy was quietly watching from afar, alongside Jerry who had gotten back from his thirty already to check on things. The two didn't bother Bob, knowing the tension he was under at that moment, and simply checked him out before a fight erupted while they're on the job.

Bob was silent while walking out. His hidden anger and frustration subsided, as the remarks and events danced around in his head. What he was curious about is what was Larry going to do to Mr. Lunt? Scold him? Larry wasn't exactly the most opposing or demanding person. Wouldn't hurt a fly.

He just walked home, cold and alone.

(Short bonus!)
When Bob and Larry originally walked in, Jerry was out back enjoying a nice granola bar, before seeing a raccoon rummaging through the trash. Its thief-like disguise and sly tactics had many hating the small mammals, but Jerry didn't mind. He looked down at his granola bar, before squatting down and shaking it a little to get its attention.

"Uh..hey, raccoon buddy. Want a snack? On the.. house, yeah!" He asks it as if it was able to give a proper reply back. It stared up at him, before sniffing the sugar glazed treat, snatching it from his hands with its tiny little claws. It nibbles on it, Jerry smiling as he watched it feast.

Sorry for it being so short, the next chapter will be longer I promise!