Today, The Twisted Pretzel Man is parked in front of Joan's brickstone. It's not really called "The Twisted Pretzel Man," but Joan and Kathy nicknamed him that after they heard the owner is really seriously twisted. He likes showing his dates how he can hold his pretzels without using his hands. Joan and Kathy arrive just in time to beat the crowd. They could smell the hot savory bread of the pretzels and soon a long line would wrap around the block as the aroma fills the streets
Just then, a pink convertible rolls by, driven by none other than that nationally well-known, sensational, hottie musician Brice Brockington. A man known for his guitar picking and songs about lovable robotic chickens. He gives the hungry-for-pretzels line a slight grin and a gentle plasticized wave. Kathy refers to him as the "burning brick of love." In fact, that's the name of one of his songs -- about a robotic chicken in love with a 10 by 10 brick.
Joan and Kathy swoon over Brice, his hair, and his robotic chicken songs, and are even further turned on by the fact that he slows to a gentle stop to let a jay-walking gray cat cross the street. The men swoon over the vintage auto and wished they could be Brice, all hot to trot. And the cat doesn't care. It waltzes merrily across the street, heading towards Joan. His only wish is that she has some catnip.
As Brice Brockington drives away, Joan and Kathy just can't help but live for the moment. Knowing that they were within feet of Brice and his wavy plasticized hair makes the possibility of their future pretzels hanging from somewhere they shouldn't seem minimal. Even the sailor next to Kathy got into the moment by yelling out "Nice."
Just then, Catwoman (aka Jackie) races by on her vintage bike. Her hope -- to get Brice to stop by her library and strum out a few tunes. However, Trunk Hunkysmash, local disc jockey at WGEL radio station where it's all talk all the time, mistakenly thinks Catwoman, the woman he loves unrequitedly, is chasing in a lustful dash after Brice. Trunk cries out to her, but she races on, leaving him in tears. He loses his pretzel appetite.
Meanwhile, down the street, the notorious gangster, Fin Findley, also known as Mister Not-So-Big, is chastising his partner in crime, Dimples, about his choice of weapon -- a black plastic trident -- in their upcoming bank-robbing scheme. All Fin can say is "Like that's not going to look suspicious!"
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