Both: This is our story
It's a likely story!
Olympia: An apron
Otis: A notepad
Olympia: A pencil
Otis: Some extra straws
Olympia: This little thing,
I don't know what it's for
Otis: There's danger
Olympia: We'll face it
Both: We're fearless
We have a cause
We've got to learn what those two have in store!
(Both leave the kitchen and approach Puppy Master's table)
Both: Can we start you off
With something to drink?
Puppy Master: Hold it!
You know what I think?
An apron, a notepad
A pencil, some extra straws
You've got the props,
But there's something amiss
I don't think you're waiters
Olympia and Otis: We're waiters!
Puppy Master: Your plan has flaws!
What would you say if I ordered like this?
Could you bring me out
My favorite dish?
(She motions to Evil Knight)
And bring him a tuna melt. He eats whatever I tell him to eat!
(Evil Knight facepalms)
(Otis and Olympia return to the kitchen; sad music begins)
Otis: What are we gonna do?
How do we know
What her favorite dish is?
What are we gonna do?
Olympia: I don't know;
There's just nowhere to turn
And I'm afraid that this is
The end! Of our likely story...
(Both hang their heads)
(Hopeful music begins; chef slowly rises up behind them with a box)
Chef: Nine-thousand four-hundred, eighty-three
Pieces of paper!
Here in this box, I've got
Nine thousand four-hundred eighty-three
Previous orders
Nothing was lost!
It's not normally part of my job to keep records,
But I heard a voice back on opening day
It said, "Chef, fill this box—
Fill it with paper
Fill it with orders!"
Otis: Fill it with hope,
Fill it with answers!
Olympia: Fill it with dataaa!
(Otis begins rapping)
Otis: Data! The answer was sittin' right in front of us
We got to organize; gonna need every one of us
Quick, pick the slips
No, we don't need 'em all
Divide 'em into categories; stick 'em up on the wall!
(Timeskip; papers are organized in groups)
All: Now this is everything that Puppy Master ordered before!
Otis: She's got the fish ten times
But the big salad more!
Olympia: I count thirty!
Otis: Whaaat?
Olympia: That's right; you heard me counting in rhymes
Are you ready to do spaghetti?
Otis: Yo, check it; two times!
All: It's possible!
She likes spaghetti or fish!
It's possible!
But neither one is the dish
That she chose the most, no that would be the big salad
So we predict that it's the one that pleases her palate
(All strike poses)
Otis and Olympia: Cased closed.
(Timeskip; Otis and Olympia bring Puppy Master the salad)
Both: Here is your order
It's your favorite order!
Puppy Master: How could I
Have doubted? You're waiters!
Your hearts are true!
Both: Your tuna melt will be out in a sec!
(Both back away to other tables; Puppy Master leans ominously over the table)
Puppy Master: And now for my story!
It's an evil story!
(Otis and Olympia eavesdrop in the background; Puppy Master's voice gradually gets louder)
It starts with a dog,
A puppy of course!
But one so immense
Who doesn't behave!
He chews up the world
Like a giant slipper!
HAHAHA!
(Normal voice)
Could you pass the pepper flakes?
(Olympia quickly hands her a jar from another table)
Puppy Master: Thank you.
(Flashback ends; Oona is again exasperated)
Oona: What?! You guys didn't even use the Cherry-on-Top-inator!
Olympia: Of course we did! See, when we were making the big salad, we had a big problem.
(Flashback to the kitchen)
Otis: I can't reach the salad bowls
(Olympia pulls out Cherry-on-Top-inator)
Olympia: You can stand on this thing!
(Otis stands on it and successfully reaches the salad bowls)
(Flashback ends; Otis and Olympia do jazz hands at Oona)
Both: The enddd!