BigSaltyDog

  Chapter 5 – Krusty Burger After-Party Munchies The Rusty Anchor had nearly collapsed under the weight of its own riffs when the gents staggered back into the Springfield night. Their ears were ringing, their throats sore from screaming “Destroyizzzzz!” , and their bellies growling louder than Homer on an empty stomach. “Food!” Danny Boy moaned, holding his stomach. “Wheyyyyyy, only one place for it,” Salty declared, pointing to the glowing clown sign. Krusty Burger. Inside, the place was chaos. A post-midnight crowd of Springfield’s strangest filled the booths — Comic Book Guy arguing about chili fries, Snake trying to steal ketchup packets, and Ralph Wiggum licking the napkin dispenser. Behind the counter, Krusty the Clown was personally serving. “Step right up, kids, get your Double Grease Monkey Special with extra sadness!” he cackled. The Govna ordered four trays, sunglasses back on, despite the fact they were smeared with Squishee syrup. Danny Boy piled into his bur...