Sam and max stories

Girl's day off

(art by me )

Ah, beautiful springtime. A time of fun and frolic for most...

But not for this poor wench.

"Sigh... what a beautiful day..." gs said sadly, looking out the window. "And here I am, trapped in a prison of high cholesterol..." she presses her hands on the window, then flinches as Max dings the order bell. "Nobody ever comes in on Sundays..." she flinches again as Max rings the bell. "Why can't grandpa just let us go home?" she flinches then gets angry as Max keeps giggling and playing with the bell.

Gs stomps over and picks it up. "Max! Stop ringing this bell!" Max looks up at her. "I was just testing it!" gs sets it back down. "I will ring the bell when there's an order! BUT!" she turns away. "THERE'S NO CUSTOMERS!" she yells. "There hasn't been one all day, and there aren't gonna be any!" she picks up the cash register and slams it on the counter in anger. "One stinky special coming right up!" max pipes up. "NO-" gs starts to yell, but accidentally knocks over the cash register, causing coins to scatter all over the floor.

The clanking sound causes grandpa stinky to look up from his newspaper. "That sounds like me money droppin!" he kicks open the door "what's going on out here!" He sees gs frantically trying to pick up the scattered currency. "My babies!" he rushes over, shooing gs off. "Get away ye sea witch! what have ye done?!" He looks at the coins. "Nice clean money, SOILED!" He picks up all the coins. "There, there, let grandpa clean ya up. CLEAR THE WAY!"

He carried them to the bathroom. "Nononono! Don't cry little ones!" He washes all the coins. Max opens the door, startling grandpa. "Grandpa, what's wrong?" grandpa yells in surprise and drops a dime, which rolls into the sink and very close to the drain. "Me dime!"

It falls in.

"NOOOO! He reaches his entire arm down the drain, grabbing the dime. "I got it, boy!" he smiles. But when he tried to pull it out, his arm was stuck. "What the-it's stuck!" He turns to max. "You gotta help me, boy!" max points to the drain. "You've gotta let go of the dime!" grandpa gives him a serious look. "I can think of ten good reasons to never let go of a dime, boy."

"There's got to be another way! Grab me captain's quarters, and HEAVE!" Max grabs grandpa's legs while grandpa tries to get his arm out of the drain. They both continue to pull as hard as they could, until grandpa's arms come off in a comical and not bloody and gory way.

"ME ARMS!" grandpa yells as he flies across the room. "Oh no, not again!" Max says, worried.

When grandpa landed, a series of continually heavy things fell off a broken shelf and hit him on the head, causing him to pass out.

*screen wipe*

Some paramedics had the disarmed grandpa on a stretcher, and were carrying him out. They walked past gs, who held the door, and a worried looking max.

"Wait, girl..." he says. "I'm putting you in charge of things around here while I'm gone..." gs smiles. "You can count on me grandpa."

The paramedics carry grandpa (and his arms) to the ambulance and drive off, as gs waves and says things like, "take care!" "Hurry back!" "get well soon!" "you're in our thoughts!" "takes more muscles to frown than to smile!"

She closes the door. "Okay max, let's get down to business." she says, turning to him. "My first official act as new manager is to give YOU a promotion." she says, booping his nose. "AAAAH! Really?!" Max says, stars in his eyes.

"You get to work the cash register!" gs says, walking over to it. "The cash register... wow..." Max says with the innocence and wonder of a child, stroking it. Gs rolls her eyes. "But gs, who's gonna work the kitchen?" he asks. "You are! It's part of the promotion I mentioned earlier! You'll be wearing two aprons now!" she says with a smile. "You're gonna take the orders, then you're gonna make them!" she says as she takes her mermaid apron apron off and ties it around max's waist. It was a bit big for him, so it went almost to his feet. She then hands Max his ice cream scoop.