Cesar waddled to the front of the Pizza Parlor. The Penguin Band was in town for a celebration, and it seemed to be all everyone was thinking about. Today will be a very very fast day, the restaurant manager thought as he watched penguins of all colors waddled by. Sighing, he entered the parlor and sat down at a table. Darsen, the waiter, came over to him. "Cesar, I was wondering if I could take a break? You know, not many penguins are coming." Cesar waved his flipper toward the door. "Go ahead," he said. "A penguin must eat! Isn't that why we have the Pizza Parlor?" Franky responded with a smirk.