Wally had to admit, the bananas being rotten were probably the least of his worries. There were tiny lizard dragon things in the back behind the propane tank. They had been back there since the early morning, and they were leaving buffalo-sized poops on the dried-up earth. The kitchen of the diner had been overrun by shoe elves, who had taken it upon themselves to dismantle all the cooking equipment and the AC hadn’t worked since the ogre had smashed the outdoor unit with his club. Still, Wally had been looking forward to bananas in his raisin brain. Disappointment abounded.