Pizza O'Clock: Let the Dog Out (Preview)

The large, toony boar approached, a subtle shake and rumble with each step. His belly jiggled as well behind his tight, greasy t-shirt. The company logo was splattered across it, a large name tag in the corner. It read, “Porkchop”, amusing Molly.

Porkchop stepped up to the lady and looked at her curiously, stroking his chin. “Wells, wasn't expectin’ a lil'lady likes youse ta stroll ons in.”

She frowned, a slight bit of anxiety striking her. “Umm, is that bad or something?”

“Oh noes!” The boar waved one of his puffy gloved hands dismissively. “Just don't gets many humans in ToonTown, letta ‘lone da firsts customah is alls!”

Molly lit back up, smiling as she brushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Welll, I've heard maaaany, like, super interesting things about Pizza O'Clock and thought I come here!”

“Oh?” An eyebrow on Porkchop raised, a small smile coming to the piggish toon. “Youse knows what kinda pizza we serve?”

“Mhm!” The college-aged gal playfully rubbed her stomach. “And I'm huuuuungry!”

Porkchop's smile beamed. He threw his head back and laughed, his blubber bouncing. “I's likes a gal who knows whats she wants!” He patted her shoulder gently. “Let's gets ya situated ands stuffed!”

He led her over to the diner-esque counter, letting her hop up onto one of the spinning stools there. The other toon employee was there, humming to himself as he wiped the counter. This guy was a large bull sporting an impressive pompadour and wearing an open vest with no undershirt proudly. His name tag read, “Cal”.

Porkchop tapped on the counter, getting Cal's attention. He placed a glove on Molly's head and patted it. “Dis lady is lookin’ to fill up dis mornin’! She already knows da score, sos set her up with sum gooood eatin’!”

“Youse got it!” Cal saluted the boar.

There was a jingle, the front door opening as a couple of toons entered. “Saaaweeeet!” Porkchop declared, “Da customahs ares finally rollin’ in! Be back latah, lil'lady!”

Porkchop hurried over to the new people as Molly was left with bull. “So! What are ya hungry fors? We's got it alls! Full pizzas, slices-ta-go, side dishes with da best breadsticks and pastas, big gulp drinks, da wholes works! Since ya know what we's pravide, if dere's a look youse lookin’ for, I's can-”

“Oh no no!” Molly smiled, waving her hands. “It's alright! I'll just take some ‘lish pepperoni pizza!” Her smile warmed. “This results will be the same regardless.”

Cal gave her a curious look but said nothing to that. “Youse got it!” The bull clapped and clasped his gloved mitts together, rubbing them gently, “One Pepparoni, comin’ up!”

“Don't you need to know the size?”

The bull snorted, his tummy jiggling as much as Porkchop's had. “Only one size heres! Trust me, ya not gonna need anydang smallah!”

The toon gave her a nod and walked through the backdoor into presumably the kitchen. The second he was gone, a familiar gurrrgle sound bellowed. She gently rubbed her tummy. “Don't worry. We're gonna get you nice and big!”