A pie.
A single solitary pie, banana crème as they’d all been, was waiting for her on the production line. The notion of it alone was enough to make Harley rise with a woozy haste as her voracity took gear. Her mouth began to grow thick with saliva as she stupidly stomped through the factory, her grace and elegance sacrificed for lack of energy. As she closed in on the remaining morsel, Harley barely noticed the scrap sheet of paper taped to its clear plastic lid.
She tore into it, using her hands to grab globs of banana crème and stuffing them into her face, and breaking up the flaky graham cracker crust with her fingers before scarfing them down like Santa on Christmas. Harley had finished her pie in mere minutes, having missed more than a little banana crème as it splattered across her red and black leather ensemble.
She sat there, huffing dramatically as she slowly came down from what she had experienced, when she noticed the slip of paper on the ground.
Feeling slightly more energized now that there was some food in her stomach, Harley reached forward and drew the paper from the floor.
Dearest Poo—
Thought you might be getting hungry right about now, so I had the boys leave dinner in the fridge .
See ya soon,
Uncle J
As Harley read over the note, her clarity slowly began to come back to her. She could think just a bit clearer now that the hunger pangs had eased off slightly, which only meant that she could begin to realize the implications of what had just happened. She was so hungry she had just scarfed down that whole pie without so much as a second thought—what was she gonna do if there was no cure?!
“Criminy… Yer in it real deep this time, Harley.” The hungry harlequin moaned as she worked her way up to a standing position, “Alright, I’ve gotta find Mistah Jay. He’ll know what to do… he has to!”
Before she could take so much as another step in the right direction, Harley’s stomach began rumbling again. Not as badly as before, but enough to make her double-take. Surely having eaten a whole pie not even two minutes ago was enough to get her through a cursory trip through Gotham City, right? She had to find the Joker—he was the only one who could help her!
“Ooh…” she moaned as another tummy grumble overcame her, “I’m not goin’ anywhere like this… there’s gotta be something in here that’ll fill me up enough to get me going!”
She looked around for any kind of help. What did that note her Puddin’ left her say? Something about leaving dinner in the fridge? But they didn’t have a fridge, all they had was—
“The Freezer!” Harley exclaimed to no one in particular as she made a mad dash for the giant walk-in freezer that had come stock with the Joker’s little real-estate investment.
Back when the Happy Pie Company was a legitimate business, they used the walk-in freezer to keep the pies cold before they all got put on the truck. In a lot of ways, she figured, things had more or less stayed the same. Mistah Jay had kept all their pies in waiting in the storage freezer so they didn’t get all gross before they could ship them out—there had to be some still left in there!
Harley wrapped her slender white fingers around the handle on the walk-in freezer and yanked it open, finding more than a plethora of pies just sitting there in the cold—all lonely and abandoned, just like she was.
“I can have just one more, right?” Harley asked herself aloud as she fought back her instincts, “Just one more pie...Right?”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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