FLAN! FLAAAN! FLAAAAAAAAAN!

I yelled repeatedly.

The man just stared at me bewildered and the other diners spun around to see what all the commotion was about. Perfect.

I picked up a flan and doing my best yodelling impression I began throwing them repeatedly around the room. The diners cowered at first but then a rather stern looking gentleman stood up and grabbed me by the wrist.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" I gurgled in reply.

"Look, that quite enough. Someone get the manager, call the police. I didn't come here for this nonsense!"

"No you didn't." I said solemnly, turning my eyes down towards the floor in an expression of shame. "You came here for....FLAAAAAAAN!"

With that I leapt onto the table and began to tip flans down the mans trousers as he stood gaping with shock and outrage. While he was pulling flan out of his trousers I did my award winning impression of a constipated goose trying the dance the waltz.

Another diner got up and yelled at me. "What on Earth is wrong with this mad man? He looks like a constipated goose dancing the waltz!"

I told you. Award-winning.

I kicked some more flans around during my impression when I was hit in the side of the head by a dinner roll. I turned around to see a nervous young man hiding behind a table cloth at the far end of the room.

"I-I'm sorry it's just..oh god, please don't kill me!"

I just winked at him and then my face turned into a mask of rage as I let out my battle cry and began hurling flans in his direction. "Fear me for I am Flanzor! Master of the moist dessert! Mwahaha!"

He began to retaliate and then soon so did the rest of his corner of the restaurant. Soon the whole restaurant turned into a massive food fight. As everything escalated, a quickly made my escape through the emergency-exit, honking like a goose all the while. Percy had already made his exit and was there waiting for me.

"Well Margaret, mission complete. Any more jobs from HQ?"

"Quite" said Margaret/Percy. "Yes, a carrier swan popped out of the sewer a few minutes ago, you must have missed it sir. It brought a high-priority job canister. Only you can open it sir."

Excited, I thoughtfully sucked the flan off of my finger as I examined the canister, I wondered what was so important.

The End

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