It was the day after Valentine’s Day, and packages needed to be delivered as usual.
“Where in Luxemburg is Leela?” Hermes grumbled at the Planet Express conference table. Around it sat Fry, Bender, and the Professor.
“It is unusual for her to get here later than us,” noted Fry. “Especially after a day off.”
“Maybe she got lucky last night?” Bender suggested with a chuckle.
“No fair!” growled Fry. “She can’t if I didn’t!”
“I knew you’d screw it up,” Bender laughed. “What did you do?”
“I don’t want to discuss tit,” Fry answered, then shook his head. “It. Discuss it.”
The door behind them slid open, Leela entering rather reluctantly, her eye scanning the room quickly, but thoroughly.
“Finally,” Hermes sighed before snapping, “You’re late!”
“Sorry,” Leela said, approaching sheepishly. “D-do we have a mission?”
She sat down beside Fry, who looked at her with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Fine,” she answered too quickly and unconvincingly. “No problem.”
“Amy in yet?” came a follow-up, and rather snappish, query from the captain.
“She’s working on the ship,” said the Professor. “Making sure it’s ready and won’t kill you all unexpectedly, and whatnot…”
“Can we get on with the mission?” Hermes grumbled. “I have some forms to fill out that I’ve scheduled to take exactly a certain amount of time.”
“What’s the mish?” Fry asked.
“You have to deliver a crate of eggs to Flapjack Seven, the pancake planet,” Farnsworth smiled. “From there you’ll pick up several barrels of maple syrup, which you’ll deliver to Canada before coming back.”
“Why would Canada need maple syrup?” Bender asked. “I thought they were swimming in the stuff!”
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