Trying out his multi-sensory-saturation
treatment on the simple-minded bum,
Spencer musters up his most terrifying
serial-killer look. For a minute.
SPENCER
stands inside the flapping kitchen doors, before the Muziq and light control panels. He turns the levels way down.
All of Lemuel's employees are seated in booths, the waitresses squirming about uncomfortably in their new uniforms. Balloons and party hats fill the dining area, and Melvin's right in the middle of it all. It's his retirement party, and he's giving his valedictory speech.
"A family restaurant is like a movie, only with smells and tastes added. And feelings. In a way. What I mean is..."
HE IS INTERRUPTED
by a sudden late arrival. Krystelle crashes the party, looking alien in her tight violet and yellow uniform dress.
APPARENTLY
she has mistaken this for a date-type shindig, for she leads Spud, her slow bus boy, by the hand. She has gotten him into a kind of suit, his hair slicked down, and the condiments pretty much rinsed and scraped from his body.
