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Pancakes? What better way to celebrate an epic quest?

Not having the tentacles of a monster

we just defeated tag along?

Okay. Welcome to Flap Shack.

Please leave your weapons by the door.

Hugo, you’re still half human.

Whoops. Thanks for the reminder, Greta.

Wow! Employee of the month?

Yeah. Free bottomless pancakes are my "reward."

Flippity flappity floop.

Talk about living the dream.

Anyfloop, let’s try something new.

Like Feast of Titans?

Huh?

Buckwheat McFlapjack?

Mascot and CEO at your service.

Here to fill your titanic appetites.

Flippity flappity flap.

Huh?

A thousand doubloonies?

Everyone, stop eating!

Oh.

Sprog’s drool was hiding a couple zeros on the price.

That’s your drool, Lana.

Innocent mistake.

Hey, so, just let me wash a few dishes

and we can forget this ever happened. Huh?

Flippity forget?

It’ll take 532 days of scrubbing plates to pay this off.

I graduated in business.

My daughter’s not washing her life away in a Flap Shack.

Sure thing, customer.

Then I’ll just destroy your boat to turn it

into a fleet of delivery bikes and call it even.

Wait, why use bikes

when the Mighty Windbreaker can deliver instead?

We’d work off this bill in no time.

Hmm... Flippity flappity...

Deal!

Alrighty.

Now that you’ve memorized

my secret pancake recipe,

go show the Realms the Flap Shack way.

Can’t believe I’m being bossed around

on my Mighty Windbreaker.

Nuh-uh.

It’s the Maple Syrup Barrel now.

Brand consistency.

Think about it.

Flap Shack makes the best pancakes.

We’re the best questers. It’s the ultimate collab.

Well, I think we found our manager.

If you’re ready to learn the Flap Shack way.

If you mean guiding me on a journey

through pancake plateaus and maple syrup rivers,

then yes!

No, I meant studying my manager’s manual.

But do well and you may enjoy all its benefits.

See ya on the flip flop.

Bottomless pancakes.

-Lana. -Huh?

It says here to exploit your employees...

talents. Oh, phew.

Then Dr. Chopov is chef, obvi.

Can I take orders? I love taking orders.

Zero stress.

And I’ll deliver.

’Cause that’s what Greta does all day long.

And I could be your quality control pancake taste tester.

Loving that Flap Shack spirit, Bo.

But then who would be the best egg swabber I know?

Sprog? That’s unprofessional.

Unless you use that talent to wash dishes.

Heyo!

Great. And I’ll helm the ship.

After a little costume change.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

♪ Flippy flappy birthday Today’s your special day ♪

♪ With extra maple syrup That’s the Flap Shack way! ♪

Woo!

And the most diabolical thing is it’s not even my birthday.

Dance for me, for this customer is king!

Well, that went... okay.

So let’s give ourselves a round of applause.

Does your team need a break?

That’s because their muscles are weak.

And the only way to build muscle is work!

Ah! Are you sure you want to quit this page?

And miss out on your journey to employee of the month?

Ah, bottomless pancakes.

I’m starting to worry Lana’s pancake fugues

might be unhealthy.

Oh, so, um, we’re gonna need to, uh, to optimize.

Dr. Chopov, a little less creativity

and more productivity.

Hugo, you gotta start writing down your orders

so you don’t forget ’em.

Greta, learn to smile.

You’re scaring the customers.

Sprog, no pets in the kitchen.

Sorry, it’s not the Flap Shack way.

Bobo, love your work.

But I’m gonna need someone

to replace Sprog on dishwashing duty.

And Dad, don’t just act like a pancake.

Be the pancake.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

Okay, stay positive, pancakes.

I think you mean "people."

You still see us as people, right, Lana?

Yeah, of course. People.

That word sounds weird now.

Anyway, next delivery’s for Admiral Lovejoy.

Order up, double croconut cream with glimmerberry sprinkles.

Where’s my pancake?

Come on, move! Huh?

Gah.

Come on, Lana.

I can’t let her see me like this.

Ugh.

At least let me add

the glimmerberry croconut ganache.

Remember to smile. Go, go, go!

This is not what I ordered.

At least I won’t have to wash any dishes.

Note to self:

Write a sticky scroll to remind myself

to write the orders down on sticky scrolls.

Team feeling down?

Then stack some pancakes to reach higher ground.

Huh?

Hmm.

Flippity flap, my friends.

I found the perfect way to improve our performance.

Is it a break?

’Cause my face muscles need to relax.

Even better.

It’s an emotion recalibration station

where you can go unload any negativity.

Ugh.

Maybe you should give it a go, Dad.

I feel like I’m going from the frying pan

into the emotion recalibration fire.

The honor’s all yours, Dr. Chops.

It’s soaked in Andar’s sweat.

If I had a nose, I’d turn it up at this.

Oh, well, sounds like that emotion needs

a little recalibrating.

Save your breath.

- Solidarity! - Where are we going?

And don’t forget to come back

when you’re feeling more positive.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

An order for one piping hot plain pancake?

Vamoose!

Hello?

Anyone order a plain pancake?

Also, why?

Plain is the purest of pancakes.

And only the pure rise to employee of the month.

Now deliver it to me if you wish to join their ranks.

Bottomless pancakes.

Guys, we’ve made it so far! We can’t give up now!

Kinda busy listing our demands.

Down with kooky costumes.

Breaks before pancakes.

No dishes till we get our wishes.

Fine. I can manage this alone,

’cause I’m a Flap Shack manager.

Flippity flappity tickety tokity.

Better hustle

before that pancake gets as cold as my offer,

future employee of the month.

The crow’s nest won’t make it.

Being the best requires sacrifice.

That’s the Flap Shack way.

Sacrificing my crew is the Flap Shack way?

But that’s the Mighty Windbreaker way in reverse.

What’s the point in being the best if you have no one

to share your pancakes with?

Aw.

You can take this job and flip it,

Buckwheat McFlapjack.

Oh, flippety flap.

But a deal’s a deal, so I’ll just take your ship.

Oh, fishsticks. I forgot about that.

Yeah, we’ll be keeping the Mighty Windbreaker.

Unless you want us to reveal your secret pancake recipe

to the Ten Realms.

We can do that.

Two eggs, a glass of milk, cup of flour,

and the secret ingredient.

Gwart drool!

Ugh.

Yes! Thank you, sticky scroll.

You taught me the art of remembrance.

As former head of hygiene and dishwashing,

I’d say Gwart drool’s enough to shut Flap Shack down.

Fine. You win this round.

But you’re banned from all Flap Shacks...

for a week.

You guys are like my best customers.

Make it a month.

I think we all need a break from pancakes.

Woo-hoo.

Flippity flap, my friends.

Come and brighten your day with the Flap Shack way.

Made with the freshest ingredients, including...

No. Stay away! Back!

Gwart alert.

I got the swatter.

And I got the giant spatula.

Whoa. No. No!