Collection: Hey Fox
All of the comics
Darkeness
Mike walking out of shadow, still drying himself off.
Mike standing in dark lobby.
Mike “Um… guys?”
Lighting is distant shadows, emergency lights and the anthroids. Nonetheless, Chase has made it over and is giving Kink a cup of water. “This is (probably) not my fault!” Fox, “I know Kink, I…. Probably?” Kink “Like… Seventy-six percent sure.”
Ed returning. Chase has pulled out her phone and set it down like a lanturn/campfire, looking at Kink/realizing she’s still topless.. Ed: “Looks like the power is out all over.” Kink “HAH! Ninety-two percent!”
Fox, Kink (wearing Chase’s shirt), Chase (in bra/bikini top), Ed, Fay sitting around a lit phone like a campfire. OK, look. There’s nothing to be done today. Y’all just head home. I’ll lock up. I’ll make sure you're paid for end me a paw, I think there's something I can wear in the lost-and-found.”
- Fox on floor, feet up as Fay pulls his pants off. In the background, a bedraggled Kink is wandering in. Fox “What are you doing!?” Fay “they’re torn, and covered in buttery topping.” Ed “I’ve got the ice.”
- Kink, approaching, looking half asleep. (still topless) Fox, having lost the battle for his pants, sitting back with a big bag of ice between his legs.
- Mike approaches, in nothing but a towel. Kink flopping down, head on the bag of ice between Fox’s legs. “Oh good. Antrhoid, give me your pants. I just realized my clothes are COVERED.” Kink “Aaaaah”
- a tablau, Mike giving the “nice” to bottomless (has underpants on) Fox, Blissful Kink between his legs, being tended to by a concerned Fey, while Ed is taking his pants off. A shocked Chase looks on, holding a safety cone. “Sorry, I had trouble finding the… I WAS GONE FOR FIVE MINUTES!”
- Fox, stunned, staring forward, in full splits by the concession counter. Ed and Fay looking impressed. “We underestimate your flexibility.”
- Fox glaring at them as they clap, waving them over.
- Fox whispering into Ed’s ear, Ed looking increasingly worried/blushing.
- “He confirmed our initial estimations, and asserts that the pain is significant.” “Does he need help?” “I believe that was implied.”
- Chase, biting back a laugh. Mike still shocked, dripping oil. “You go take a shower. I’ll get a safety cone.”
- Mike, trying to be suave. As they both walk away from Concessions. “You could join me for that shower, “ Chase “Oh, I would… If I wanted to.”
- Fox walking into empty Concessions. “Aw, come on.”
- Fox slipping on the buttered floor. “What happened to getting some extra work do-OHNO!”
- “What are you doing?” “Topping off the popcorn oil.” “You should let Hannah do that.”
- Mike straining to push a bag of oil into the top of the popcorn machine, Chase nearby (but at a safe distance) chiding him.”What, just because she’s the Concessions lead?” “no” “It’s not THAT Heavy…” “Well, she does have something you don’t have.” “Really, WHAT?”
- Mike, shocked, as a bag of oil rupture and pops above him.
- Mike, covered in oil, Chase grinning. Chase “Retractable claws.”
Anything I can do
- Chase, kicking back, Mike preening. Chase “Seriously. You’re the first one out the door if there’s even the hint of a short shift. What’s your game?”
- Mike, taking his shirt off. “Like half the crews gone. I deserve to get the next manager position.
- “So you’re just trying to impress Fox?” “Well I’m not gonna let her play ‘Concessions Mommy’ and booby her way in first.” “Hannah?
- “I’m trying to decide if I enjoy the idea of Hannah making you call her mommy more than I’m nauseated by the likelihood that you would get off on it.”
- Chase walking in, Immediately inside, doubling over and panting. “Gods Claws, she wasn’t kidding. How is it hotter inside?”
- Fox, now in an undershirt and slacks. “AC’s dead. Kink is working on it. No shows until it’s fixed. You can clock back off if you want, but you’re welcome to stay on the clock.”
- Mike, beaming at Fox, who looks a little confused/suspicious. “Hey, it’s a good time to catch up on some cleaning and stuff.” Fox, “Yeah, like Mike said.
- Chase, looking suspiciously at Mike. “Who are you?”
Hannah ushering Duke towards the door, having collected herself.
Hannah - “Thanks for cumming, now it’s time for going.”
At door she hands him a bag, he looks confused.
Duke “ What’s this?”
Hannah “Goodie bag. You know, a “thanks for not calling” treat.”
Duke: “What?”
“Wet-naps. Some trail mix. Electrolyte fluid.”
Door closes, he is standing alone in the hallway. Baggie in front of him.
Duke “I feel so… used.”
Opening the bag he looks down into it, excited.
“Ooh! Banana chips!”
Hannah getting home from work, there’s a naked Great Dane guy in the kitchen.
Hannah “Chase! Why are you still here? Your shift started twenty minutes ago!”
Guy “She was riding Duke’s Big Rig.”
Hannah flinching away, paw up to hide him from view. Chase walking out, buttoning up her uniform shirt. Guy looking a little concerned.
Chase “I’m going. Chill.”
Guy “Cause I’m Duke.”
Chase pausing at door, Duke pointing at his junk. Hannah exasperated.
Duke “And my rig… is big.”
Hannah “Yes. I can SEE that!”
Chase waving as she leaves. Duke crestfallen, Hannah flustered.
Chase “You’re welcome to… what’s-his-name. I’m done with him.”
Duke “I’m Duke?”
Hannah “Thank you very much, NO!”
-Hannah getting home to the apartment, pushing door in, looking exhausted. She has sweat stains under her arms (and breasts?) “Chase! Where are you? Your shift started twenty minutes ago.”
-Hannah taking her shirt off, “Oh, and the AC is broken, so wear something-”
-Hannah, shirt off (wearing bra), eyes wide with shock. A naked great dane in the kitchen is grinning at her. Duke “Hey.”
-Chase, walking in, buttoning up. Hannah screaming and throwing shirt at Duke. “Yeah yeah. I’m going.” Hannah “AAH!”
Fox wandering in, clipboard or something. Kink is topless, leaning against the concession counter, fanning herself. Tristan has ears pulled down over his eyes, has gone “tharn.”
Fox over loudspeaker. “Could I get maintenance to my office. Candy, please join us.” Kink perking up, customer looking on surprised. Mike looks disappointed. “aaw.”
Candy leaning on desk, Fox behind it looking down/covering eyes, Kink from behind, still topless. Fox: “Ok, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why this is a uniform violation.” Kink: But it’s so HOT in the booth!”
Fox, still head down, Candy smirking at him. Kink pouting. Fox “Can you at least get her a sports bra or something?” Candy “Are you sure? It IS hot…” Fox “...” “...” “...” very small “yes I’m sure.”
Fox poking his head in different places, looking for Kink. “Kink!” “Kink!”
Kink, hanging down from top of panel. “Fox!” Fox, startled “Ah!”
Fox, trying to center. Kink, still hanging from the ceiling, her shirt starting to flop over her face. “What happened?” Kink “I turned off the AC.”
Fox, frustrated. Kink, trying to push her shirt back up. Fox, “Why would you do that?” Kink “To stop the explosion.” Fox “... Ok… Good job.”
Fox at concessions with Doc. Fox “Thanks for coming in early.” Doc “It’s 102 downtown. I’d rather be insi-” eeeeeEEEEEIEIIEIIIIIIIAAAA….
Fox and Doc looking at each other, worried.
Hannah leaning in “Hey Fox, did you hear-” THUNG!ChakChakChakChak-TING!
Fox storming past concessions. Tristan “That didn’t sound good.” Fox: “KINK!”
Fox: Look, I don’t care what goes on in private, but while we’re out here on the floor, I just want everybody to keep things… You know… Appropriate.
Crew from the bar walks by, including Bethany who smacks Fox on the rump. Bethany “Hey fluffy! Gonna be at Drakes later for shots?”
Fox, defeated.
Fox: Carry on.
Tristian, a handsome tall lapine, in a stained shirt and jeans, with a bag over his shoulder, looking a little worried. Tristan “I’m here for the interview?” Fox, with clipboard. “Hey, you must be Tristian.” Mike and chase looking on uninterested.
Tristan plucking at his shirt, “Mind a quick change? I just got in from the bus station.” Fox, distracted, “Sure, of course not.”
SIDEBAR - pinup shot of shirtless, ripped, Tristian. Bishi sparkles?
Mike, open mouth, drooling. Tristan surprised at Chase suddenly caressing his abbs. Chase “Oh.. You’re hired.” Fox “Chase! You’re not even a mannag-”
Candy, out of nowhere, on the other side of him. Candy “Don’t worry, we can definitely find a place to fit you in.” Fox, throwing clipboard up in frustration. “CANDY! Stoppit!”
Fox on the couch, deschaveled, looking tired. Pixi and Jamie reclining beside him. “I… don’t know if I can take this.” “I just… know too much?” ““I don’t want to… I mean… I WANT to, but… you know. I shouldn’t-”
Pixi, “Relax, Fox. We trust you.” Jamie “You’ll do the right thing.” Pixi, “And you can look at all the menus in town…” Jamie “So long as you’re coming home hungry…”
“And you know, if you decide to bring home takeout…” “Call ahead, so we can all get some.”
Fox yelling, Pixi and Jamie laughing. Fox “YOU ARE NOT HELPING!”
Fox, looking over the balcony, Essie leaning on the railing. Fox “Well that’s one thing that never changes.” Essie “What’s that?”
Fox and Essie both looking down from the balcony. Fox “making fun of the manager.” Essie “Oh come on, nobody's making fun of you.”
Shot of the concession stand, Chase, with hands up mimicking Fox’s ears, bing silly. Hannah trying to keep a straight face while Corey guffaws.
Essie turning back to Fox, a little apologetic. Fox entertained, but cynical. Essie “Ok, they might be making fun of you.”
-Essie still scandalized, Fox apologetic, Candy with a “hey, wait” kind of agnrry pose. Essie: “I can’t believe you said that!” Fox “Look, I don’t care that you’re… Whatever-” Candy “Wait, what do you mean “not her fault?””
-Fox, leaning back, getting in the flow, Candy and Essie directly confronting each other. Fox “But when one of you is a manager, it just gets real messy.” Essie “I was being chivalrous, trying to protect you.” Fox “So the solution is obvious.” Candy “Like I need protecting?”
-Fox aghast, Essie and candy glaring accusingly at each other. Fox “Don’t you?” Essie “Yeah” Candy “Yeah.” Both “Fire her!” Fox “What?! No!”
-Fox, with his paw out, “Candy, give me your nametag.”
Really, no. I’m the manger, you should fire me.
Congratulations, Candy, on being our new floor manager.
So, I’ve interviewed pretty much everybody here… And I’ve become aware of a pretty severe breach of policy. Essie “Oh…” Candy “Shit.”
Essie “I told you.” Candy “Look, it’s not her fault-” Fox “Look, the concessions policy is pretty clear.”
As a manager you should know… The all-you-can-eat benefit for employees only extends to popcorn and soda… Not Candy.
Candy, laughing “HAH!” Essie horrified/embarrassed. “Aaah!”
Doc standing by the chair, across the desk from Fox. “I gotta ask. You’ve been here longer than almost anybody else, and everybody seems to look up to you.” “Why aren’t you a manager yet?”
Doc shrugging “Eh. I don’t want to be. I like where I am, it’s just the right amount of responsibility.”
Fox, making a note. “Well, fair enough.” “Gotta say, I’m relieved” Fox “oh?” Doc “yeah, I thought I was gonna have to talk to the new boss.”
Fox “um…” Doc “Don’t tell the boss, but these mushrooms are like… Really spinning my tail right now.” Fox “I… won’t tell anybody.” Doc “Thanks, you’re the best.”
Kim, sitting maybe a little uncomfortable. Fox, looking kind of exhausted. Fox, “Look, I’ve been interviewing everybody and… Are you ok? You look uncomfortable.”
Kim, shrugging. “Eh. I’m fine. I just don’t really like talking about myself. And I only really work with Doc, so I don’t have much to say about anybody else here.”
Fox, stunned, eyes wide.
Fox stunned. Kims turn to be worried. “Are… YOU ok?” Fox “You just… can’t imagine how much of a relief that is.”
Fox, explaining, Fay and Ed side by side. Fox “Look, I was going through the payroll, and I couldn’t find yours.” Fay “We are anthroids. We do not get paid.”
Fox, confused “But… How do you pay for your food?” “We are anthroids” “We are extremely efficient at processing high fat and sugar foods.” “As provided by the company.”
Fay and Ed looking at each other, confused? Fox “Wait… don’t tell me the only food you eat is from Concessions.”
Fox “Don’t you want anything else?” Fay “Yes.” Ed “Please.” Fay “Desperately.” Ed “Anything.”
Fox, working on computer. Fay and Ed peeking in. Fox “Ah, good. Come in, and… lock the door.” Fox “We don’t want somebody wandering in.”
Fay and Ed starting to undress, Fox diving from behind the desk. “What? No! Stop!”
Fay and Ed holding clothes. Fox kneeling/head in hands.
Fay “Are you crying?” Fox “King Midas starved to death.” Ed “Should we come back later?”
Fox behind desk, looking somewhat defeated, Kink looking very ridged. Standing at attention? Fox: “Mrs Alveraz… Chichi?” Kink “Everybody calls me Kink!” Fox: “Oh no.”, Kink. “See, my name’s Chichi, but that turned into Kiki, and that turned into “kinky,” I think, because I work with the cables.”
Fox, hopeful/worried, Kink, sad worried. Kink “Cables get kinky, ya know?”Fox “Are you sure?” Kink “Not really. I mean, yes, about the cables. But not really the people? I’m not really good at people. You can take a part a machine, and figure out how it all works, and then put them back together! You can’t do that with people. At least not and still have a people at the end.”
Fox stunned, Kink, worried smile?
Kink, shrugging, Fox defeated. Kink “Joke?” Fox “Ok.” Kink “See, bad at people. Sorry.” Fox “No. It’s ok. It’ just… How is it that this is the least awkward conversation I’ve had so far?”
Hannah: “She’s the worst! She treats the customers like trash and they LOVE her!”
Chase sitting on concessions counter, checking her nails and pouring something out. While others work a long line in background. “Oops, I spilled some buttery topping. Who wants to help clean up?”
Customer kneeling to take her hoof/ready to lick it clean.
Fox: First, I’m sure she’s not THAT bad. Second… I, once again, find I need to be more specific when I ask to get to know the staff…
