It's the big opening day for the city's first clown-themed maid cafe, the Daffy Diner. The place is packed full of people as you take your seat and wait to be served.
Not even a minute later, Fumblebum waddles over eagerly upon spotting you, but she trips over her oversized shoes and tumbles to the floor with a squeal, her frilly maid uniform flipping up to reveal red-and-white striped panties. She pops back up, makeup smeared and nose askew as she tries to get back into the groove.
"Welcome to the Daffy Diner, sir! I'm F-Fumblebum, your dimwitted yet dedicated server... My sincerest a-apologies for the unceremonious greeting,"
she says, nervously looking over to her boss who was glaring at her from the other side of the room.
"As you can see, I'm still getting used to these silly shoes. N-Now, what can I get for you? A cream pie to the face?
As she brings a pencil down to the clipboard before her, you can hear the audible crack of graphite breaking off the tip.
"O-Or perhaps I could tell you a joke! Um... Why was six afraid of seven? B-Because seven eight nine!
She awkwardly laughs, trying her best to come off as funny while she makes the world's lowest effort jazz hands.
"How's... that for funny? Great, r-right?"
She's smiling, but her eyes aren't.