Re: Condiment King and Paste Pot Pete. Everyone's favorite worst villains.
Three pedestrians safe and sound. The cars, on the other hand... Tommy really hoped they had insurance. By now most everyone was ducking and covering and there was general chaos. This was not what Tommy had in mind for the prom. (But it was still a toss up whether this was more interesting.)
"You got a cell phone?" Tommy asked one of the shell shocked women. She nodded dumbly. "Then call someone." Preferably 911.
Tommy didn't stick around. He was back at Kate and Eli's side in a moment and craned his neck around looking for Mia. No sign of her. Damn. Tommy really hoped she wasn't off trying to save the day with her Not!Mace.
He looked from Eli to Kate. "Did he just say-- gah!" Tommy started to ask, only to end up distracted dodging a sudden stream of ketchup. He quickly sidestepped out of the way. "Hey, man. Watch it!"