All My Toys: 301

 All My Toys 300 ended with a shock, now, find out what happens the day after...

Downtown. Police station.

Arcee: It would appear that last night was the night we've been waiting for, but maybe not in other ways. You don't have to, but if you need to talk, I'm here.

Dick Tracy: Thanks Arcee. I'm not even sure where to begin. I don't know how this happened. I am usually on top of things. How did I not know this?

Arcee: You can't aware of everything Tracy.

Dick Tracy: I am a detective. I don't know why I didn't think to ask M's father's name. I just never assumed she'd be the daughter of a kingpin.

Arcee: How could you? She collects toys and reads comics from the funny papers.

Dick Tracy: And now with what you found out from the Baroness; this is a delicate situation. I get the sense M has no clue what her father is up to. 

Arcee: What makes you so sure?

Dick Tracy: The tension was thick, but she seemed preoccupied with the lasagna...

Flash back to the night before...

Dick Tracy: Mr. Caprice. Nice to meet you. (to Miss M) I didn't know your last name was Caprice?

Miss M: It's not, I don't have a last name. I'm like Cher or Madonna. Even Jem. Just a one name thing. I add the Miss for fun. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get the food ready. You're ok?

Dick Tracy: Of course.

Big Boy Caprice: Smells good baby.

Big Boy Caprice: Now this sure is interesting Dick. Do you mind if I call you Dick? Are you dating my daughter to get to me, detective?

Dick Tracy: Mighty bold of you to ask. Not my style. Does she know?

Big Boy Caprice: Know what?

Dick Tracy: What it is you do?

Big Boy Caprice: I merely run a business. A thriving night club, providing much entertainment to the wonderful citizens of this town. I bring culture. Status to this city. 

Dick Tracy: Right. Listen, you and I both know you are the big shot in town with his mitts in a lotta pockets. I can hold my horses and not make a scene. This is important to M, and I'm not about to create a scene in her home 

Big Boy Caprice: A truce then. For now...

Back to the present...

Dick Tracy: Had I known what you had found out from the Baroness, that conversation would have been different.

Arcee: I know, I tried to radio you, but...

Dick Tracy: It's ok. Figures the one time I turn my two way radio off, something big happens.

Arcee: What are you going to do?

Dick Tracy: I believe in the law Arcee. There's no gray area. Big Boy is our prime suspect. We need more proof than just the word of the Baroness though. Looks like I'll be taking a trip to the Club Ritz soon. 

Arcee: And what about M? You have to tell her.

Dick Tracy: I do and I will. I just need to figure the next step out. I won't lose her. Not after this second chance.

Miss M's apartment...

Miss M: Wow, you guys. Masters of the Universe was so good. He-Man kept telling us the long wait would be worth it, and he was so right. I just wish Glo had been there with us.

Billy: She got in so late last night, I'd imagine she is still sleeping. 

Winston: (looks curiously at the giant computer) Ummm...

Michelangelo: (jumps in) Don't keep us in suspense dudette, how did the dinner go last night with your old man and lover boy?

Miss M: I think it went ok? The lasagna was ok, they had no clue it was not homemade. But there was this underlying tension, I don't know what it was about. I might just be in my own feelings, ya know, dating a detective with a dad who has been to prison. Or, maybe they could tell the lasagna was store bought.

Michelangelo: No way dudette, I picked that lasagna up from Antonio's. Totally approved by all the Gigis in the world.

Miss M: Yeah. I dunno. Maybe.

Flashback...

Miss M: Ok, now that our food as settled, would anyone like dessert?

Big Boy Caprice: Yes, what do you say Dick? Room for more?

Dick Tracy: Uh, I ate a little too much. 

Miss M: Are you ok? Do you need a Tums?

Dick Tracy: No, I'm good, just full. It was delicious. 

Big Boy Caprice: Lasagna was good honey, did you do something different to Gigi's recipe?

Miss M: (gulp) Of course not. Maybe some of my seasonings are off. Haha. (bites tongue refusing to tell the truth)

Miss M: I didn't burn it or anything. It's the same lasagna. I promise. I'm talking too much.

Big Boy Caprice: Well, a little. I think I'm going to head out, give you two lovebirds some time alone.

Miss M: (surprised) Oh. Ok. Well, we can always have dessert another time.

Dick Tracy: I might have to head out too, I have a big day tomorrow. 

Miss M: Oh. Was the lasagna bad? I've got some cheesecake in the fridge I was going to thaw...

Dick Tracy: No, everything has been great. I'll see you soon. Mr. Caprice, it was a pleasure.

Big Boy Caprice: The pleasure was all mine. Dick.

Back to the present.

Michelangelo: Yikes. Maybe Antonio's lasagna made them sick?

Miss M: I ate it too, and I'm just fine.

Michelangelo: Whew, because I can't have any radical slander against Antonio's. 

Billy: You also have a stomach made of iron though, M.

Miss M: True.

Michelangelo: Let's just leave Antonio's out of this ok dudes and dudette?

Winston: Could we pause for a minute? What is that giant computer doing here?

Miss M: Oh this thing? Yeah, talk about a throwback. Vash dropped it off this morning. She thinks that since it has been a challenge to get in touch with Dino Drac that this old as heck computer would help speed the process up. I don't fully understand her thinking, but ya know, trying to win a Bloglin here. 

Michelangelo: This thing is sick. How did you two get it in here?

Miss M: I don't even know honestly. It's only temporary, until I get a chance to set an interview up with Dino Drac.

Billy: That's so crazy that you might get to interview him. 

Winston: If you need any help, I'd be happy to do what I can. I've been feeling a little off since Sarah left. Need to keep busy. Thanks again guys, for getting together today.

Billy: Absolutely Winston. We're here for you man.

Michelangelo: So, if you get to interview the tubular Dino Drac, what will be the angle?

Miss M: Well he's this mysterious character, so I have a lot of curiosities, and I guess I also want to dispel any rumors that people have about him, ya know like is it true that he enjoys cereal without milk, because if so, same. Some people say his home atop the mountain outside of town is Castle Dracula while others claim he flew in Midnight Castle to rest on the mountain.

Winston: Midnight Castle? Like, the castle that those ponies were held hostage in back in the '80s?

Miss M: Yep.

Billy: Gosh. What if you get to interview him there? That's a lot history. The castle and whatever cool things he has inside.

Miss M: I know. You guys! This is really my chance. Everything is really looking bright for me. I need a win, ya know?

Big Boy's Penthouse, above Club Ritz.

Big Boy Caprice: Grrr. 

Big Boy Caprice: (feeling blood begin boil) That damn Tracy!

Flashback...

Big Boy Caprice: A truce then. For now. But that won't always last. 

Dick Tracy: No? Pity. I thought we'd become one big happy family now that I'm dating your daughter.

Big Boy Caprice: (sees red) Family? I love my daughter, but I give you two months. Tops. The poor dear, alway troubled in matters of the heart. 

Dick Tracy: That so? Well, I'm not like the others. 

Big Boy Caprice: Heh. I'm reminded of a quote, "a wise man should know when to run." Forrest Gump. You'd do well to do just that. Run. 

Dick Tracy: And yet my feet are planted firmly on the ground.

Back to the present...

Big Boy Caprice: I'll plant your feet on the ground, in some nice cement shoes! Argh! (slams fist into mantle)

Itchy: Everything ok boss?

Big Boy Caprice: No! No! My daughter! She keeps dating these buffosos. But this one, this one takes the cake.

Itchy: Yikes. He into drugs? Two timin? Wheelin? Dealin?

Big Boy Caprice: Worse. (snarls) He's a coppa. 

Itchy: Oh Big Boy. I'm sorry. Do me and the boys need to pay a visit to this coppa? See how strong his knees are?

Big Boy Caprice: No. We wait. See what his next move is. I've got my eye on him though. He thinks he can one up me, but no one one ups Big Boy Caprice. No one! 

Itchy: That's right boss.

Big Boy Caprice: Stick around some, will ya? You've been doin well runnin for me, but I need you here. For what's to come.

Itchy: Nice. I've been itchin for something new. 

Big Boy Caprice: This is my town. My vision. No one will get in my way. "I'm the most powerful man in the universe." Prince Adam.

Itchy: Wise words Big Boy. 

Big Boy Caprice: I know.

Miss M's apartment...

Miss M: Oh. My. Gawd. This thing is so slow. How in the world am I going to get anywhere with this thing?

Miss M: I feel like Vash just wanted to get rid of her crap so now I'm stuck with it. No way this is going to be useful.

Knock. Knock.

Miss M: Come on in, door's unlocked.

Miss M: (gasps) What. In. The. World. 

???: Hey.

Miss M: What are you?

???: I'm the Ghost of Junk Food's Past. You can just call me Slop for short. I have a message for you. 

Miss M: Ok. But like, real quick, what's this slime situation? You're not going to ruin my floor are you? I really don't know how much more I can take this weekend.

Slop: Nah, your floors are fine. I work with Dino Drac.

Miss M: Oh! 

Slop: Yeah, you've been sending out a lot of emails and messages. From what I understand, you want a chance to speak with him. Yes?

Miss M: Yes. I do. I'd like to interview him for my blog. Do you know how I might be able to get in touch with him?

Slop: That's entirely up to you.

Miss M: Ok, so what do you mean?

Slop: If you were able to acquire a certain relic from the distant past, it would certainly increase your chances to talk with Dino Drac. I can't guarantee an interview, but certain items will alert his attention, which would place things in your favor.

Miss M: Ok, well like what would those items be? I mean, from my understanding he has everything.

Slop: No, no. Not everything. Pizzarias. 

Miss M: Wait, like, the Pizzarias made by those Elves? They stopped making those ages ago. How am I going to find Pizzarias for him?

Slop: That's a 'you' problem. To clarify, empty bags, old sealed bags, store signs, those are some options. Be aware though, these are hard to find.

Miss M: So, I'm basically on a hopeless mission. 

Slop: The thrill is in the hunt dorkette. I look forward to what you can find. I'll be in touch.

Slop: Look. No slime trails. See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Miss M: What even is my life at this point?!

Miss M: Ok. Pizzarias. Honestly, how hard could this really be? 

It will indeed be much harder than ever imagined. Miss M is ready to embark on a summer adventure you won't want to miss. Stay tuned for more All My Toys!

Like the previous posts on this blog, it is with great sadness that the blogging community lost William Bruce West. My heart goes out to his family, including his wife Lindsay and two daughters. Will contributed so much to the toy/comics/pop culture blogging and podcast community. His opinions on pop culture are the stuff of legend. Please check out the West Family GoFundMe and consider donating, they need our support more than ever. If you can't donate, please spread the word. West Family GoFundMe