Sam and max stories

Dying for pie

(art by me)  

Girl stinky was happy, playing piano on a remote island, dressed like a beautiful hula dancer. but suddenly when she hit a note, it sounded like a bell. She hits it a few more times,

She then looked to the left to see Max dinging the order bell. "Order up, gsssssss!"

She woke up. It was all a dream.

*screen wipe*

Gs drives to work again, parking and putting her tiara and mermaid apron on. While she walked to the front door, Max had his face pressed against the window, and he slid along it as gs walked to the front door and opened it.

"Hey gs! Did you see me?" Max asks, flailing his arms, but gs ignores him as she walks by. "Oookay, see ya later stinkinator!" Max says and finger guns at her.

As gs takes her place behind the counter, grandpa stinky walks up to her. "Good morning my granddaughter!" he says with a smile. Gs sticks her tongue out. "Bleh." "so, Are ye ready?" grandpa asks. "To go home?" gs replies. "No, to exchange gifts for employee sisterhood day!" he says, putting an arm around her. "Grandpa," she says, removing it, "you pay me to stand behind this register and take orders ang give change." she says with her finger on his chest. "But you could NEVER pay me enough to act SISTERLY towards, THAT guy!" she points at max.

Max was polishing one of the booth tables when the buffer stopped working. "Hmm." he looks at it, activating it, and spinning his face around. "Hahaha!"

"That attitude of yers is precisely why we're havin' this little shenanigan!" grandpa says angrily. "Now pay attention. The lad's got a surprise for ya!'' He says, taking her arm as Max walks over. "Girl stinky, in honor of employee sisterhood, i present to you, a gift!" max says, pulling a white sweater that said "I <3 U'' all over it. "Ta da!"

"I heart you." gs says flatly. "Try it on, Miss stinky! It's got "U" written all over it!" grandpa stinky says as he laughs heartily. Gs takes the sweater and puts it on, trying not to mess up her hair. "I didn't know what size to make the hole for the head, so I used a watermelon for size!" Max says as she puts it on. "Do you love it?" he asks hopefully. As soon as the gs had the sweater on, she started scratching herself. "It's a little itchy, what's this thing made out of?" "Eye brows!" max answers happily.

Gs throws the thing in his face, causing him to tear up.

"Now may I resume my minimum wage duties?" gs asks grandpa. "After you present your sisterhood gift." grandpa answers. "I'll buy the little twerp a gumball!" gs says angrily "oh no no no no no, lass, you know the rules! You have to MAKE the gift." grandpa says.

"The only thing I'm making is for the exit!" gs says as she walks to the door. But when she opened it, there was Max, holding up a clear blue sweater and crying his eyes out. "Is this any better, gs?" he sniffles. "I made this one, with my tears!" he cries. Gs sighs and walks back towards the counter. "I knew you'd come around, girl!" make something nice."

Gs walks into the kitchen. "Why can't I just buy something for the little weirdo?" but then she spots something out the back window. A bunch of guys dressed in black were hauling crates of what looked like pies to a suspicious looking van. "Now don't drop any of those, fellas," the leader said. "You know what they'll do."

Gs walks up to them. "Uh, hi there! Those homemade pies sure look good!" one of the workers looks at her. "Oh, these aren't homemade, they were made in a factory. A BOMB factory. They're bombs." gs looks down. "Oh that's too bad, I thought they were pies, and I wanted to buy one..." she says, holding up a stack of cash.

The leader suddenly goes to her. "Wait wait! We were just kiddin about all that bomb stuff! That'll be 25 bucks please." he said, holding one up to her. "So what flavor is it?" gs asks.