Toontown Showdown

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

> search Special Effects Workshops for footprints

[PointMaid]

Hank: 5; Yes, there are prints.

[Florien]

Kelly sluggishly moves around, obviously hung over.

Get me a Whiskey Sour, No-Good Teens! Arrows don't lie!

He gestures to the painted arrow pointing at the burned out building on the ground.

I demand a Whiskey Sour! Now! Patriotic, not a Fancy-Pants Cocktail (Latest Fad)!

After shouting his demands for a few minutes, he gives up and goes to find some more himself.

>Find some more Whiskey Sours.

[PointMaid]

Yes, Kelly found some more whiskey sours...

[Dookie]

“Interesting.”

> Cook some bagels

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

> See if prints he found at the Special Effects Workshop match to the ones he found around the Cafeteria

[Cassie]

Moona calms down after that brief fiasco with Parotia. "Y'know what, lets go to the Screening rooms for defense. Someone help disassemble that trap for the wires."

She rushes off to it, and >check for anything that can be used for self-defense/trapmaking

[PointMaid]

Dookie: 4. You toast a bagel over the smoldering remains of the cafeteria. Awesome.

Hank: 4. Yeah, looks like it.

Moona: 8. Well, there are wires all over the place for the sound system, the lights, and to the screen in front.

[Cassie]

>disassemble the entire thing

[PointMaid]

Moona: 3; It's going to take a little more to disassemble all of this.

[Kennifer]

"Should we find Mr. Kelly and see if his prints match up?"

[Cassie]

>find where the hell Leone went

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Good idea.

> Find Scott Kelly

[Dookie]

> Great Scott! Where are you?

[PointMaid]

Moona: 5. Looks like Leone is in the kitchen. Yes, the burned out kitchen.

Hank: 5
Dookie: 2
Hank finds Scott Kelly still outside the cafeteria.

[Cassie]

"...The hell happened here?"

[Florien]

I'm in The Right you Plotting Wannabe Actors.

Kelly stands where he was previously, drinking another whiskey sour.

Why do you need to know? Are you planning on turning me over to the Crooked Baristas at the On-Site Coffee Shop (Latest Fad)? I knew you were all No-Good, but THAT, That is the Worst Thing. Worse than Nagging Wives. Innocent Consumers are being hurt by your behavior.

His logic is not so much "leaps and confusing connections" as "how are these things even REMOTELY connected", but his conviction is strong.

I refuse to have my prints compared, you Constitution Violating Politicians!

[Kennifer]

"Why? Do you have something to hide?"

[Cassie]

Scott.......WHAT!?????? What are you rambling about and what does this have to do with whatever the fuck happened to the Cafeteria?

>locate a yummy cheeeseburger, maybe

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

And I thought Dale was nuts...., Hank whispers to himself. Please, Scott. We're just tryin' to figure out who could burn the cafeteria down. And you seem like a man who has some strong convictions not to fall into this sick, twisted Hollywood game, he says, trying to appeal to his ego.

That way, you could clear your name and even save yourself from these.... uh.... baristas.

[Florien]

Constitutional Rights! Non-Hollywood Sickos. You Ungrateful Terrors got a finger obsession?

He doesn't seem capable of reason.

Privacy is Good unless it's for Socialist Communist Nazis! I'm a Patriotic Cartoonist! You can't take my prints!

He flails wildly, chokes on his drink, and falls over, gasping.

[Cassie]

"...Fucking weirdo."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

I got a bad feeling about this guy, he whispers to Wendy.

[Cassie]

"So does anyone know what resulted in this yet? I can help."

[Kennifer]

"I do too. He really needs to catch up with modern times... and if he didn't have anything to hide why is he not letting us look at his prints?"