Pizza Planet

Timothy and Allen are delivery drivers for the Pizza Planet restaurant and arcade. “Man I wish they would hurry up” Allen began with exhaustion. “Friday night is not the night to be taking your precious time with delivery orders.” “Oh give it a rest, Buzz Lightyear.” Timothy joked. “Customers ain’t gonna trip off a few minute late order. They know how busy we get around this time. They’ll understand.” Coming from the back of where the kitchen was and to the front of the restaurant was Benji holding three boxes of fresh thin crust pepperoni pizzas.

“Here ya go fellas” Benji said while handing Timothy the pizzas. “Now hurry up before you get fired and we end up having to hire new slaves who are unjustly willing to work for dog doo-doo pay.” “Eh, go choke on a pepper, Benji and I don’t mean the food kind.” Allen jokingly replied. Timothy and Allen worked their way through the busy restaurant arcade and made it to the restaurant truck where they hopped in and drove off to go deliver their order.

“It’s been a busy day, but at least we reached 9 o’ clock and it’s closing time” Allen started. “What are you talkin’ about?” Timothy asked irately. “Pizza Planet doesn’t close til’ midnight.” “I mean it’s over for us, dummy” Allen added. “Our shift is over after we drop this last load” Allen concluded. “Do me a favor, Al” Timothy asked. “Don’t ever say drop this load again in mixed company because that sounded very…provocative.” Oh get ya head out of the gutter, pizza boy” Allen retorted.

“The gutter ain’t what I’m worried about on this wonderful clear Friday night, Al-boogie”. “Well what are you worried about, Timmy boy?” Allen asked. “I’m more worried about the secret society of Star Command.” Timothy replied. “Star command is just a fantasy” Allen protested. “Made up from the fandom of the Toy Story series to entertain us when we were kids.” “Are you sure about that?” Timothy asked. “Yes I am” Allen said with assurance. “There’s no alien hunting space militia, because aliens aren’t real, just like ol’ Star Command.”

“Oh whatever non be-” before Timothy could finish his statement the back of their truck was hit by a blast of light. “What the heck was that?” Allen exclaimed as he and Timothy jolted forward. The pair looked out their back window and saw they were being chased by a blue and white van with the initials SC on the front bumper. “It’s Star Command!” Timothy exclaimed. “Oh don’t start that” Allen denied as he sped up the truck. “LOOK! They’re shooting lasers at us”. Timothy yelled.

“Oh snap that’s what that blue light was” Allen realized. “Hang on” Allen said while making a sharp U-turn that forced the van to tip over while trying to catch the pair. “Whoa we made it” Timothy exhaled. “They’re real, but what we’re they looking for?” Timothy asked. “Me!” Allen exclaimed while morphing into an alien.