This is a continuation of Yum Yum for the Tum Tum by (that1hugboxer)
You are Hoagie. Today is the best day of the week, the day daddy takes you to the deli.
You eagerly sit in your car seat singing to your self.
“
Hoagie gon’ get pastwami sandwich! sandwich gon’ hab pickwes an’ pastwami! between two swices of wye wiff habawti cheese!”
You see daddeh smile at you from the rear view mirror.
“Are you happy hoagie?”
You look up at daddeh with a cross eyed smile.
“Hoagie am biggest happy, hoagie get hab nummies wiff daddeh an’ Odis an’ Beau!”
You arrive at Robustelli’s deli & sandwich shop.
As you walk through the door a grumpy man looks up from the counter.
Upon seeing who it is he smiles greeting all of you in warm yet loud Brooklyn accent.
“If it ain’t my little sandwich connoisseur!”
Daddy smiles.
“Hey Mr Robustelli.”
“ big boss I told ya before, call me Marty !”
Daddeh rubs the back of his neck .
“Sorry Marty It’s force of habit.”
Marty slaps Daddeh on the back.
“Eh don’t worry about it big guy!”
Daddeh chuckles.
“Three of the usual Marty.”
With your orders put in , Daddeh takes you to a table and puts you and Beau in hi chairs.
Beau begins to sniffle.
“Daddeh Pwease take diapah off beau! beau am gud fwuffy!”
Daddy wipes away beau’s tears.
“Oh Beau I told you before it’s not a diaper it’s a booster seat. It keeps you from getting owies .”
Beau looks up at Daddeh and smiles.
“O…otay daddeh.”
Marty brings over your food.
“Alright I’ve got a liver wurst and sauerkraut on honey wheat for Duncan , a ham with lettuce and brown mustard on pumpernickel for Beau, and a pastrami with pickles and havarti on rye for my favorite customer!”
Daddeh gets up to use the bathroom asking Marty to keep an eye on you and the other.
As you munch into your sandwich you feel something pull it out of your hooves.
You look up to see a grown man holding your sandwich.
“Dat am hoagie sandwich!”
The man smirks.
“Oh? You mean this!”
He throws the sandwich on the floor.
“Too bad. It’s all dirty now.”
You begin to cry for the first time in what feels like forever.
“Your owners too stupid to realize fluffies don’t eat people food , you should be thanking me instead of crying like an ungrateful chil….”
Two massive hands clamp around the man’s neck from behind.
“You Got a Lot-a nerve playin Saloogi with another man’s sandwich !”
Marty then drags the man out of the building by his neck .
“ you’re banned!”
The man coughs.
“Banned!?”
“You got shit in your ears !?
You’re banned! Your mother’s banned! Hell just for making me repeat myself , your entire fuck-en bloodline is banned!!!”
Marty walks back into the shop and pats you on the head.
“Sorry about that Hoagie. I’ll make a new one on the house.”
