Sonic and the Chili-Dog

Disclaimer:

I do not own Sonic or Sonic but I do own a chili dog, if that counts for anything...

Sonic had been running all day so he was hungry and thirsty for something, anything. He ran into a town and saw the craziest thing, a Sonic! He quickly ran towards it and pressed the red button on the drive-in window thingy.

"Hi! Welcome to Sonic! What can I get you?" chirped the voice of the woman.

"I would like a grape slush and the best chili dog you got, please!" he asked.

"That'll be... $5.50, sir. We'll be right out with that!" the lady replied.

Sonic couldn't wait to taste that hotdog. He could taste it in his mouth, warm and soft and delicious. A few minutes later, or a little bit longer, I didn't count; the lady came out with a tray in her hand and walked toward him.

She handed him the cup and then gave him a bag. Sonic could smell it already. She held her hand out and he gave her three rings. She looked at him peculiarly and said, "Sir, we only take money, not rings," but Sonic didn't hear her.

He ate the chili dog in two bites and washed it down with the slush. The woman gasped and said," Sir, you haven't paid for that yet!"

That's when he perked up. He swallowed and said, "But I did pay for it, miss. You've got the proof in your hand!" Sonic said cheerfully. She glowered at him.

"I meant in cash money, sir" she gritted out between her teeth. Sonic frowned.

"But that's all I've got, miss."

"Then you'll have to pay it off by working," she explained, handing him back the rings.

"What will this work entail?" Sonic asked, narrowing his eyes. The lady grinned evilly.

"Dish-duty." Sonic fell to his knees and cried out to the world.

"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THE DISHES!" he cried out.

For the rest of the day and all of the next, Sonic the Hedgehog did nothing but wash dishes and watch all the food go right past him, his mouth watering for one of those delicious chili dogs.