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"Hm, what's a good place to eat around here?" Bruce asked curiously, looking around at the selection of restaurants.
"Chicken nuggies!" Branch said as he pointed at TrollDonald's.
A troll was tossed out of the window of the fast food restaurant. Bruce gulped nervously.
"Branch, are you sure you don't want to eat anywhere else? What about Trollco Bell? Sure your diaper may explode, but I heard this place is a teensy bit crazy." (At least from my experience—)
"Ice cream!" Branch said happily as he squirmed in the carrier he was in.
"Okay okay, I guess we can go."
Bruce and Branch were the first to bond together. (More like, BAND together. HAHAHAHA, I'm so funny—)
He decided to take the little guy somewhere to eat. He had a big appetite for a baby troll.
As they approached the building, Bruce saw two rats fighting viciously over a french fry.
"Mouse!" Branch pointed at the wrestling rodents.
Bruce shivered in disgust. "Great, just great..."
The two went inside. They could already hear screaming children and customers complaining about their orders being wrong.
"...It's worse than I thought."
"Chicken nuggies!"
They went over to the counter, where a lifeless-looking employee stood.
Branch pointed. "Dead inside!"
"That's right Branch." Bruce said, patting the little trolls head.
The employee did a frog blink. "Welcome to hell— I mean TrollDonald's. How can we ruin your order today...?"
"Ice cream!" Branch screamed happily.
The employee frog blinked again. "Our ice cream machine doesn't work and it's definitely not because we either won't fix it or we just eat all the ice cream ourselves..."
"...What?" Bruce asked, not believing a restaurant like this actually existed.
"Dead inside!" Branch said again.
The chaos in there seemed to be growing. "Where the heck is your manager? Look at this place! There is literally a family of rats in the corner." Bruce asked.
"...I can't remember why I work here—"
Being someone who worked in a restaurant, this was a nightmare for Bruce.
"You know what, I'll deal with this." Bruce said before going behind the counter. Branch went along for the ride.
The employees were struggling to calm the group of complaining customers, somehow oblivious to the trolls who just went into their kitchen—
"Let's show them how it's done baby bro." Bruce put a TrollDonald's hat on Branch's head.
"Yay!" Branch cheered.
Bruce got to work on fixing the customers orders. The complaining customers had their food brought to them in minutes.
He opened the play area as all the crack headed children zoomed inside, plus he got rid of the family of rats.
The father rat squeaked angrily as they were thrown outside. "You hoodlums!"
The lifeless employees looked in amazement. Was this the hero they needed all along?
Branch was on drive-through duty. The little troll giggled happily as he was cooed and awed at by every driving customer. He even got to talk through the speaker.
"You want 20 chicken nuggies and a Big Mac?! You will blow up like my big brother!" Branch said, making the customer laugh on the other side of the speaker.
"Very funny Branch." Bruce said, giving the little troll the next order of food to give to the next customer.
A very rude customer had come and ordered from the drive-through. "I said nuggets, not nuggies! How old are you, 5?!"
"...Stupid bitc—"
Bruce covered Branch's mouth. "HEY! Sorry about that! We have your food ready."
Once the rude customer pulled up to the window, Branch yeeted the food into their car.
"Enjoy your chicken, nuggies!" He blew a raspberry as the customer drove off, offended by the little troll.
"...You know what, you've earned that little bro." Bruce said, giving Branch a chicken nugget as a reward.
A rogue child escaped from the play place. "We've got a runner bitty B!"
Branch just screamed and chased the child around. Anyone would be scared of a little troll screaming and running at you for no apparent reason.
The rogue goblin went back inside the play house, and of course, the parents don't seem to care. They seem just as dead as the employees.
These two were doing twice the work of the lifeless employees. They worked and worked until all the orders were completed.
"Yay! We got bling bling!" Branch cheered, holding up the money they got from orders today.
Bruce went and picked up his baby brother so they could put the money in the register. He turned and looked at the shocked employees. "...How?" One of them asked.
"It was nothing really. Some of you are pushing yourselves too hard, plus, you look like you haven't slept in days."
"We're not allowed to sleep—"
"ANYWAY, where's your manager?" Bruce asked.
"He walked out on the job a day ago, like many other of our managers have. Business went downhill so fast and we don't know what to do."
"Hm." Bruce thought, tapping his chin. "Let me see what I can do."
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He talked to each of the employees individually and set up a schedule for each one of them since none of them barely had time to sleep before coming to work. Even Branch helped out.
"So you'll be coming at that time?" Bruce asked.
"Yep, if my body allows it."
"Mentally ill." Branch said cutely. The frog blinking employee looked at him. "This little dude really gets me. Your words have been heard, my friend."
Bruce just looked at them with a confused expression.
They soon got through all the employees and their schedules, along with Branch's cute, and ruthless honesty.
"We can't thank you enough!"
"Yeah, maybe you could become our new manager."
*Insert loud record scratch*
"Yeah, you couldn't pay me a dime to work here. Come on Branch." Bruce said, walking out of the resteraunt. "You're welcome!"
The employees facepalmed as they left.
Branch was back inside of the baby carrier. He had gotten his ice cream, along with a chicken nugget happy meal.
"Glad to stop a restaurant from collapsing. You think they can handle it?" Bruce asked.
The little troll just babbled and ate his ice cream as they made their way back to the bunker.
Suddenly, the window to the play pen inside of TrollDonald's shattered. Kids came out and ran like goblins.
"...Yeah, we need to go, now!" Bruce said, taking off with Branch.
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Floyd heard the lift coming down. "Hey, Bruce! You guys are back. Took you awfully long."
"Aw man! You guys got TrollDonald's?" Clay asked, now feeling hungry.
"Yeah, and we're never going back." Bruce said, taking Branch out of the baby carrier. He went to lounge on the couch again.
"Floy, we saw a mouse family!" The little troll said happily.
"...A what now?"
"Don't ask."
Floyd just brushed it off. "Alright Clay, in an hour, you'll be next to bond with Branch."
"Just wait til you see the fun I have planned out for us Branch!" Clay said excitedly.
Branch smiled up at him as he ate his apple slices.
Bruce looked up. "Speaking of Clay...are you still letting Branch listen to those songs with profanity in them?"
"Uh, nooo?" He replied.
"Then, I called the mean lady a *BEEP*." Branch said happily.
Bruce and Floyd turned to look at Clay.
"...Oops."
TO BE CONTINUED