LJI: Movin' Right Along (the "Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys" edition)
"In the history of stupid ideas, you have to get an award for this. Or at least a tee ball trophy." Jillie eyed Harvey as she reached for the flask under the passengers seat and got her hand slapped for her trouble.
"Don't be daft, lass! We're too flashy, too obvious. We need suitable camouflage. Like ninjas."
Jillie untangled her legs from the cramped front seat and stretched. "I'm going to get stuff started for today, if you think we can set up anywhere without getting arrested." She tripped over Sean on her way to the back of the truck.. "And last time I checked, ninjas wear black."
"The Muppet Movie!"
Jillie and Harvey turned to look at the previously assumed comatose drummer sprawled out on bags of breading.
"It would be awesome! You remember when Kermit and Fozzie had his uncle's Studebaker and they painted it all cool to sneak by the bad guys? No one would expect a psychedelic food truck!"
Jillie started filling the sanitizer bucket and muttered "They didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition, either, and we all know how THAT went."
"Lad! You're brilliant! You'll make midshipman yet."
Sean was just getting started. "Once we get the rig painted, we need to start re-branding. New look, new name. I think Cosmic Captain's Fish N' Chips Experience would totally work."
Jillie contemplated homicide as she turned on the fryer.
"Jillie! Lass! Are you taking notes?"
"Fuck you, Harvey. I'm just trying to work."
Sean climbed into the front seat as Harvey revved the engine. "You know, Cap'n, once we get the outside painted, we should work on the inside." He reached under the seat and took a long draw from the flask. "Hey, Jillie! How dangerous do you think shag carpet would be in a food truck?"
Jillie slapped his hand and grabbed the flask as they hit the highway.
"Don't be daft, lass! We're too flashy, too obvious. We need suitable camouflage. Like ninjas."
Jillie untangled her legs from the cramped front seat and stretched. "I'm going to get stuff started for today, if you think we can set up anywhere without getting arrested." She tripped over Sean on her way to the back of the truck.. "And last time I checked, ninjas wear black."
"The Muppet Movie!"
Jillie and Harvey turned to look at the previously assumed comatose drummer sprawled out on bags of breading.
"It would be awesome! You remember when Kermit and Fozzie had his uncle's Studebaker and they painted it all cool to sneak by the bad guys? No one would expect a psychedelic food truck!"
Jillie started filling the sanitizer bucket and muttered "They didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition, either, and we all know how THAT went."
"Lad! You're brilliant! You'll make midshipman yet."
Sean was just getting started. "Once we get the rig painted, we need to start re-branding. New look, new name. I think Cosmic Captain's Fish N' Chips Experience would totally work."
Jillie contemplated homicide as she turned on the fryer.
"Jillie! Lass! Are you taking notes?"
"Fuck you, Harvey. I'm just trying to work."
Sean climbed into the front seat as Harvey revved the engine. "You know, Cap'n, once we get the outside painted, we should work on the inside." He reached under the seat and took a long draw from the flask. "Hey, Jillie! How dangerous do you think shag carpet would be in a food truck?"
Jillie slapped his hand and grabbed the flask as they hit the highway.