"Are you crazy Ronald?" Hamburglar barks at me.
"What? Aren't we doing what we set out to do?"
"Right in the lobby in front of other employees!"
Okay, I guess this one was a little risky. I smile, remembering her face burning in hot french fry grease.
"Are they seriously going to believe Ronald McDonald killed her? The police will think this is a crazy excuse, and it's going to be pinned on one of them."
I see him rolling his eyes at me. Maybe, I got a little carried away on this one. I know it's going to be fine. I know how these humans operate, never trusting each other and always looking for the lie.
"Maybe we've done enough Ronald, maybe it's time to go home."
"It sounds like you're backing out."
"I just came to my senses.
I found myself getting angry, swallowing down the lump of my throat. He's just like Birdie and Grimace. I thought he was on my side, but apparently I'm wrong.
"And what do you want to be a pond in their game? Only being mentioned when they need you to sell a milkshake? Only making an appearance once in a while? Being forgotten and being a face in the past."
He looks down. I know my words are starting to settle in, and I'm not going to need much more convincing.
"What did we get caught? What about Sundae? Who's going to take care of your dog?"
I walk over and I place my hand on his shoulder. I look my best friend in the eyes, and even through his mask I can see the loyalty still.
"I will and you will, because neither of us will get caught."
He nods, "I believe you."
"And we're going to get our daytime job back."
I smile or remember all the jobs I used to do. Guests star at events and have so many people take their picture with me. Be at birthday parties and pass out happy meal toys. I can't wait to get that all back.
I hear the sound of whistling. I know somebody is approaching the back. From my watchful eye, I know this is the daytime janitor. Dave is his name. His pretty little wife is always coming up to visit him at work.
Hamburglar and I hide in a closet, with the door cracked open as he makes his way in the back. He looks around looking for something to do.
I quickly leave the closet and grab him by the neck in a fast motion. He whimpers in pain, as a grin appears on my face.
Looking around, I look for something that can harm him, and then my eyes land on the box crusher. Is a big metal device with a huge opening. You throw boxes inside, pull a handle, and a big metal press comes down and presses the cardboard flat.
I roughly marched him over.
"No no man please."
"I love when somebody begs for their life." I let out my creepiest clown laugh
I flipped him inside where the boxes go, and his feet hang out, his head resting on a box. I hold his leg steady so he couldn't wiggle his way out of there. He was putting up a fierce fight.
"Hamburglar, will you do the honors." He watches me through the closet crack."
He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head no. The man's crying was overwhelming, and I know I have to get this done quickly before somebody hears him. I pull a lever and watch as his skull explodes. Reaching my hand inside, I grab some of his blood and rub it on my lips. This will do way nicer than red lipstick.