The Lunatic Cafe

A portal suddenly opens near the entrance to the cafe and three imps come flying out to land.

Imp #222 looks around. "You know I think this is the first time I have actually been to the cafe."

Imp #1: "Aye, verily and forsooth, I believe it is mine first time too."

Imp #444: "Oh god. What's with Number one this time?" He asks.

Imp #222: "Oh he's been talking to Shakespeare at the Academy again and he's stuck in Old English mode. Just try to ignore him."

Imp #444: "Why can't he talk to Elvira at the school? At least that way we could get some decent dirty stories out of him."

"How sharper than a hound's tooth are unappreciative brothers?" Imp #1 replied.

"Look you two knuckleheads. Don't ruin this for me. I'm hoping to pick up a little chickadee here at the cafe tonight for some fun. Know what I mean?" Imp #222 tells his brother imps.

"Chickadee? Who the hell have you been talking to? W.C. Fields?" Imp 444 rolls his eyes at Imp #222. "And chickadee? That sounds rather fowl thing to do."

"Oh Gods. Not puns. Anything but puns! I always refused to go with Imp 13 to the cafe cause I feared he would...." Imp #1 starts to say.

"Pun..ish you?" Imp #222 says with a smirk.

Imp 444 facepalms and then looks around the cafe. "Where is our waitress? I'm going to need a lot of drinks to get through this night around you two I just know it."

"Perhaps we should be seated before you start complaining about lack of service." Imp 1 grumbles still upset about the bad puns.

"At least we got him out of Old English mode." Imp 222 says bumping Imp 444.

Harley Quinn was on the outs with the Joker... Again.
This time he vowed if he saw her again he was going to carve her head like a Jack-o-lantern and stick a candle in it so everyone could see her shining smile.
So Harley decided it was time to leave her Puddin and...
Okay, she hadn't gotten that far in her plans on what to do without the Joker in her life but she was trying.

On the run from him she ducked into a darkened store shop doorway and peeked around the corner to see him coming her way down the sidewalk. She gulped when she saw he was carrying candles in one hand and a long butcher knife in the other.

"I guess Mr. J. wasn't kidding about the the carving thing this time." Harley muttered to herself. "And its not even October." Harley clamped a hand over her mouth as she saw the Joker's eyes zero in on the store doorway she was hiding in. "He heard me." She nearly squealed in terror.

Turning she planned on breaking down the store door and hiding inside. With luck she could elude the Joker until Gotham police arrived to investigate the break-in.
Turning she raised her hand to smash the glass door to find...
The store was gone.
It was no longer night.
And she was standing in an open doorway to what looked like a bar/cafe.

"Have I gone off my rocker... Again?" Harley muttered to herself and turning she no longer found the dark streets of Gotham behind her but a sunny parking lot to the cafe. "Well... What you know about that?" Harley asked no one and with one last look at the parking lot to make sure the Joker somehow didn't find himself with her in her delusion, she decided to go into the cafe to relax.

Entering the cafe she started to read a sign that was near the front door but spotted another sign a slight distance away that caught her attention more.

"Karaoke Day. All singers drink free."

Making a beeline for the stage, Harley climbing up on stage she scanned the playlist on the machine and gave a sad chuckle when she found a song she knew the lyrics to well and pressing the buttons she made her selection.

Turning she bowed to the audience, which to be honest hadn't really reacted to her strange costume or seemed to care she was the infamous Harley Quinn and continued eating and drinking with only a few looking in her direction curiously.

As the music began, Harley started to sing.

Crazy
I'm Crazy for feeling so lonely
Im crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue

I knew
Youd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
Youd leave me for somebody new

Worry
Why do I let myself worry?
Wonderin
What in the world did I do?

Oh Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
Im crazy for tryin and crazy for cryin
And Im crazy, for lovin you

Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
Im crazy for tryin and crazy for cryin
And Im crazy, for lovin you

As the music faded away, Harley wiped away a slight tear and proceeded to a empty table to wait for a waitress to serve her.