That is a great idea, Vicky!

"That is a great idea, Vicky!" Timmy said as he walked out of his room and downstairs to the living room. Vicky's voice was like music as she ordered the pizza, he could hear her chatting away with the pizza guy, laughing and joking like they were old friends. He looked at Wanda who just rolled her eyes and mouthed 'get used to it'. Timmy shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the evil babysitter he once knew was now a sweet and charming girl who ordered pizza and made cookies.

A few minutes later, Vicky came bounding back into the living room, a huge smile on her face. "Okay, pizza will be here in 20 minutes, who's excited?" she asked, looking at Timmy with sparkling eyes. "How about we watch a movie until it arrives?"

"Once again, that is a great idea, Vicky."

THAT EVENING AT MIKE E. MOZZARELLA'S PIZZA FUN HOUSE™

It is quiet at Mike’s, which is unusual for it was Saturday and usually the Chuck E. Cheese knockoff Pizza Palace was filled with adults, teenagers and children around this time. But the building was nearly empty, the only sounds that one can hear being the soft blips and bloops of arcade games.

"It is quiet" Bob the cashier said, standing behind his cash register with a worried look on his face. "Too quiet."

"Is that not a good thing?" Larry the Pizza Delivery Boy who lazily leans against the counter asked "At least we don’t have to hear that god-awful animatronic animal band, those things give me the creeps."

“True, but that is not the problem." Bob said and turned to Larry to look him in the eye. "The problem is everything is like the quiet before the storm, something big is coming."

"Dude! Not this again." Larry says exasperated. "You sound like an old person that has being saying the same thing forever."

"Larry, before I got my promotion to Cashier, I was the Pizza Delivery Boy like you and at times it felt like the days and months were stretching out further and further, no matter how hard I paddled on that bike it just felt it was frozen in place, every day appearing to be the same as the previous day." Bob said while giving Larry a deadpan stare, his eyes look empty in silent horror. "And no matter how many of those pizza pies I delivered on time; it felt like I never got appreciated for the hard work, it felt like I was stuck doing the same dead-end job, without a raise or promotion, for 50 years… "

"Then 7 or 8 years ago, I suddenly got promoted to the Cashier position and let me tell you it was the best day of my life." Bob face brightens up with the biggest smile and embraced the cash register. "No longer having to deliver pizzas, no longer having to drive through bad weather, and the best of all I no longer have to deliver pizzas to that Bitch." Bob said as he began to stroke the cash register almost lovingly.

"People always say being a cashier is a terrible job, one that destroys your soul and happiness, but for me standing behind this cash register each day is the most beautiful experience in my life." And then Bob started kissing the cash register.

"God, dude! Stop that!" Larry gagged out as Bob was basically making out with the cash register. "If the Boss sees you doing that again, he might demote you." That snapped Bob out of what he was doing, he straightened himself up quickly and quickly look around to see if their Boss is around.

"Sorry." Bob said with shame and embarrassment on his face. "You don’t fully understand how horrible Pizza Deliveries can be if you have to deal with the Green T-shirt Monster."

"Please don’t talk about her, I’ve had a few encounters with the Bitch and each time she skipped out on the bill."

*RING!* *RING!*

Suddenly the phone next to the cash register started to ring and Bob looked at the caller number display and when he sees the number his face turns into a grimace.

"Speak of the Devil." He said out loud and Larry face turns white in shock and shaking his head, looking at Bob with a pleading look to not pick up the phone. Bob let the phone ring for few moments in hesitation before reluctantly picking up the phone.

*RING!* *RING!* *Click!*

"Hello, you are calling Mike E. Mozzarella's Pizza Fun House™ and Pizza Delivery Service™; we deliver in 30 Minutes or It's Free! Can I take your order?" Bob says into the phone, while Larry buries his face in his hands. Trying to tune out everything around him, he was not looking forward to this and maybe Bob was right. Everything was quiet, too quiet, the quiet before the storm… And the storm turns out to be a Category 5 hurricane of bullshit.

Larry didn’t know how long he has been sitting here to wallow in his own misery, only when someone tapping his shoulder, he looked up and saw Bob holding a steaming pizza box. "Larry, we got a delivery for the Turner Residence, 627 Dimm Bulb Lane." Bob said with a grim expression and Larry's face fell as he heard the address. He had been to that house before, which happens to be the favorite haunt of a certain evil redhead, and he wasn't looking forward to seeing that horrible babysitter again. Vicky was her name, and she was notorious for being mean and rude to everyone, especially delivery guys. He reluctantly grabbed the hot pizza and headed out the door.

After a 10-minute trip on his delivery bike Larry arrived at the Turner Residence. The house appears to be looming over him with his dark shadow and foreboding dread.

As he walked up the path to the Turner's front door, he could feel his anxiety growing. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. He rang the doorbell and waited.