“Sheriff, the Horrible Hoagies are rolling into town on their steeds. They’ll pillage our shops, rip our crusts to shreds, and unshred our shredded mozzarella. What do we do?”
“Well, deputy, do we still have that phone that calls Batman?”
“No, we sold that while you were out of town. It went in the fire sale. I regret that fire sale every day…”
“Now is not the time for your sorrow, Deputy!” *Sherrif slaps Deputy*
“Sorry, Sheriff. It’s just that…those Horrible Hoagies scare the living sauce out of me.”
“If only we had a hero. A pizza with a thick coat of cheese. Crust that was flaky and impenetrable at the same time. Dripping with freshly sliced toppings and bubbling like a cup of seltzer. If only Cowboy Pizza were here…”