For their 5th date, Nancy decides to take Danny to Collagesity, to dine at the exclusive Blue Feather Club. Bettie had told them of Baker Bloch’s open offer to come live here if they ever tire of Olde Lapara Towne. However, upon teleporting in, Danny becomes scared of what’s outside the window and tries to run away. He’s never seen an actual forest with real Linden trees before. They have to return to OLT.
“Don’t you ever get tired of eating cake and dessert?” Nancy asks.
Bettie and Buster sat, heads down, at another table in the Clownski establishment. Not praying, but just sharing an awkward moment. It was their first “date” in 771 years.
“We should eat the rosemary sprig that comes with our plates,” Buster then suggested. “Else we won’t get any vegetables tonight.”
“Trust me,” Rocky says. “You won’t be able to get through that narrow opening to the main street, Danny. We’ll have to go around the back of this building to reach the hotel.”
“Oh all right. Stupid anti-superhero powers.”
On the way, Rocky watches yet another person jump off one of those so-called suicide platforms to their death on the rails below. “Third one this week,” he says to himself.
“Hmm, this one won’t make it either. Come on Danny! Over here!”
“Hmph. Could have swore this was an alleyway just the other day. Go ahead and try it anyway Danny, hehe.”
“What a Fool. Okay, let’s move on boy. Man-boy.”
“*This* is Main Street, Danny. But the hotel’s now 2 blocks down. I’m famished. Let’s see if we can find some place to eat, eh?”
“Doughnut,” Danny answers. “Doughnuts and pig.”
“What’s this, then?” Rocky disables camera constraints.
“A trapped little peoploid!”
The next day, Danny’s chest triangle lit up after breakfast and told him to visit a man named Great who was also Good and So-So and then back to Great again. He knew where to look.
“Piggies,” he grumbled while looking inside that cop car on the way. “What’s next in town? Marshmallow men? Confetti parachuters?”
Like any superhero, he was simply going to walk through that fence ahead separating the town’s two sims.
Made it! But in turning around Danny finds he can’t go back through the barrier from this direction. Power neutralized on this side of town? He tries to melt the top of a nearby building with his laser vision. It doesn’t work! Yes, he’s a mere mortal again. He doesn’t like it. Onward to the hotel.
He instead decides to walk up the stairs straight ahead to the town’s raised park where Rocky was performing on a much larger piano this day, grand in style. “Shut up,” he says softly from the top of the stairs. “Shut up!” he then shouts toward the animal pianist. “Shut up!!”
Third time Rocky finally heard him. He stopped playing the 2nd movement of John Cage’s “4’33″” and turned around. “Great,” he muttered. “The Jester has arrived.”
“I’ll have a whiskey sour on the rocks, Ginger.”
“My name’s Tina. What’s with the triangle, sport? And the hair? And, well, *everything*?” Her thoughts began to dwell on the plunger especially.
“My name is Danny. I’m kind of new.”
“Just off the boat if you ask me. Are you a superhero of some sort?”
Danny thinks hard. “Umm, maybe. Perhaps.”
“Because of the triangle and all,” Tina explains.
Danny considers this is a great idea. Then he reconsiders it to good. Then finally so-so. “That is a so-so idea,” he speaks aloud.
Tina stares at him, then makes the drink. She leaves out the ice.
Danny thinks to clarify. “But so-so is *great*, see?”
“Shut up and let’s go upstairs.”
“Yes I’ll get that fixed right away Audrey.”
Upon waking, Danny has a great urge to clean the back room.
Instead he heads to the bar where he knows his mate will be.
Audrey Helen Ginger.
Police car! They must be on to him. He goes gingerly outside. Audrey’s the name. Yes, Audrey. Or is it Helen?
The inspector is still there in his window.
He inspects the inspector.
He seems to be preoccupied with his own thoughts. Good. Now to the bar.
Wait. A knife. Sandwiches.
And those mounds. Are people buried beneath? Perhaps his beloved Helen and Audrey?