Meanwhile, TSS orders sushi to an upcoming party.
“Oooh, this place sells sushi now?”
Unbeknownst to Rachel, while she had been outside making a telephone call, the eatery formerly known as ‘Chef’s Remy Pizzeria’, had been changed to ‘WALL•E’s All-You-Can-Eat Buffet Est. 2008’ with sushi being one of the many meals available. The dance floor had now been turned into a bowling alley.
“Anyone want to play a game against me?”
bowls
TSS raises his hand.
“OOOH, me! I wanna play a game with you rachel. What shall we play?”
As Rachel slips on some bowling shoes, you know, the ones that look like clown shoes and never quite fit right, she gives TSS a puzzled look.
“Why, bowling, of course! I’ll have my first turn while you get ready.”
Rachel bowls two gutter balls in a row
“And that is how you bowl.” 
Al-Bob looks over at Rachel…
“Really?”
Can i try??
Rolls two gutter balls
Hey this is easy!
[by the way…where did we get the sushi, the new games, and the bowling alley?]
After finishing her meal, Bright dot-dasher eagerly joins in for bowling. She gets one stirke and one spare, and every once in a while gets the tricky seven-ten split.
“I like bowling,” she grins. “But my top favorite thing to do is swim. If only there were a pool in here…I don’t mean to complain, though.”
Sure, BDD, it’s in the back!
meanwhile WALL·E sets up more cameras around and it becomes WALL·E’s All you can eat google homepage buffet!
“A swimming pool? Cool.”
Killler123 walks past the bowling alley to go to the swimming pool.
“Nicely constructed and beautifully decorated, looks like a really great place to party!”
[Eh, I thought it was a pizza shop at first? Sushi, arcade, bowling? Now, a swimming pool??? Are you going to add in a department store, a hotel, or an airport as well!!! 
(well, kidding… I’m just curious. 
)]
Well I added a sports hall, and a train station, but my monies are running out now.
“Wow, they’re nice! Thanks, WALL·E,” said Killler123,
“I think you can find more investors to expand this er… business (as referred by Masterweaver). You may want to direct more films as well, WALL·E.”
Excuse me…i couldn’t overhear you talking about money running low.
Well i have some i could donate. You see i won the lottery 25 years ago and now i have some 125 Million dollers available in my bank account. 5 Million has to go to charity or some organization (by government direction) so i’d like to give it to you here. Make sure you spend it wisely though.
Al-Bob drives away after having some pizza and bowling. Limo is seen driving into the sunset…
gets out his phone and texts Why thank you, Al-Bob!
WALL-E puts this into a high-interest bank account and begins to make a film about how a small pizza shop tured into a buisness empire.
(Ha-ha! This is great. )
Mitch cautiously poked her head through the front door of the cafe, peering around the complex in a rather timid fashion. The place appeared to be crowded; in fact, it was positively overflowing with visitors, their constant chattering barely audible over the ear-splitting tunes of a large and fairly ominous radio in a far corner of the room, the latter of which was unrelentlessly spewing out one rock n’ roll song after another.
Glancing nervously up at the ceiling, which was coated with bits and pieces of over-cooked pizza, she proceeded to step into the vacinity quickly… and quietly. This proved to be fairly difficult, seeing as every eye in the place was now turned towards the door… and her. Apparently, her entrance hadn’t gone unnoticed. Almost immediately, everyone present yelled out a jolly salutation of, “What up?!!”, resulting in Mitch practically jumping out of her skin and subsquently toppling head-long into a pile of rat droppings in a corner of the room. Picking herself up and straining to laugh along with everyone else, Mitch attempted to brush off her now filthy t-shirt of the debris, blushing from utter embarrassment. She gave a light-hearted wave to the other customers and shuffled off to one of the games standing against the back wall…
Naturally, the first game that caught her eye was the Ms. Pac-Man console. Immediately, she whipped out a couple of spare quarters from her back pocket, thrust them into one of the two coin slots, and feverishly began to play. Only twenty minutes had passed until she’d won the entire game… and until practically every eye was once again on her. What? Was she panting too hard or something? It wasn’t as if it was an impressive score; her time record for winning the Ms. Pac-Man game was only ten minutes, after all. Nevertheless, all pupils present continued to stare at her as if she was an armed Jedi or something, and so, not wishing to stay in the spotlight, Mitch hastily sprinted into the kitchen, the only other place in the compound that seemed to have a door attached to it.
Eight quick steps and one loud “Slam!” later, Mitch stood panting in the kitchen, back pressed up against the door in defiance… as if a mountain troll would stampede through it at any given second if she didn’t guard it.
“What the heck?!” gasped a small figure on the counter next to a microwave.
“The… -gulp - … the… the people!! The-they’re everywhere! They’re practically deleterious!!” Mitch exclaimed excitedly, barely able to catch her breath.
“Dele- what?” the figure questioned, half-way between opening up the microwave door and extracting some sort of sweet-smelling pastry from its interior.
“Just… let me do anything, please! I’ll mop the floors or… or anything. Just keep me away from the main entrance, man!”
“Well, umm… Well, there’s rat droppings in the bathroom that need to be taken care of. There’s a pail and broom in the closet over there, so I suppose that you could just…”
“Done,” Mitch agreed, and before the clock on the kitchen wall chimed 4:00 o’clock PM, she’d already raced to the closet, secured the pail and broom, and retreated to the restroom.
Remy only shook his head, before suddenly realizing that his hand was laying on top of a now burning-hot pastry and sucking his fingers in agony.
– Mitch
haven’t my cleaners done their job? They’re fired.
WALL-E proceeds to hire a new set of cleaners who tidy the whole place up in 5 minutes. now it looks spick and span and even the swimming pool has new water.
TSS jumps into the pool.
“Hey, the water is freezing cold! Anyone wanna help?”
WALL·E turns the temperature dial up on the pool.
Hey, I need a scriptwriter for my next film. who wants to help?
I really can’t write to save my life, but I’ll do whatever I can.
Killler123 jumps into the pool.
“Anyone wanna play beach volleyball or water polo or something? I have a ball.”
Rachel jumps into the pool fully clothed, 'cause that’s how she rolls
“Argh, there’s hardly any room to move in here with this giant star ball.”
I also need some actors!
wall-e adds some more star balls!