Fandom High Office, Monday, October 24th
"WHIPPED CREAM ALERT!"
Those turned out to be fateful words. The entire accounting office had been flooded with large quantities of whipped cream. Head of Accounting bobbed on top of it, screaming bloody murder, but no one could reach him to save him.
"Oh, no," Ida whimpered. "This is as bad as the syrup crisis of '24!"
No one had any idea what she was talking about, but they did get out the shovels.
Those turned out to be fateful words. The entire accounting office had been flooded with large quantities of whipped cream. Head of Accounting bobbed on top of it, screaming bloody murder, but no one could reach him to save him.
"Oh, no," Ida whimpered. "This is as bad as the syrup crisis of '24!"
No one had any idea what she was talking about, but they did get out the shovels.