"Blasted traffic jam," Leroy muttered under his breath. 

"Hmm?" Sister Marian woke up, startled. They had been sitting in traffic on their way to the confectionery for fourty five minutes now, so she decided it would be best to take a nap. 

"Hang tight, we're almost there."

"Alright," Sister Marian said with a yawn and a stretch. She didn't account for the hood of the car though, and she accidentally punched the roof. 

Leroy pulled into the parking lot of an elegant, yet understated building. Sister Marian stepped out of the car and took a breath in, savouring the heavenly smells of baked goods. 

"I could live here," she commented.

"I'd hope with Heaven and all, you wouldn't need to."

They walked inside, and Sister Marian looked around in wonder. Leroy stepped up to the counter.

"Two crêpes, and your best chocolate pie," he spoke. He signaled the staff member with something so dumb and stupid looking that only Satan could have come up with it, if only to embarrass his seed in public.

The staff member nodded. Leroy sighed and looked behind him, "And one piece of chocolate cake."

Sister Marian grinned. She had always dreamed of chocolate cake, but Heaven has strict policies, and she hadn't found any time for cake when she was conducting her studies on chili cheese fries. 

With pie and cake in tow, they returned to the car. 

"Has axe?" Sister Marian said, mouth full of moist chocolate goodness. She would say it tasted like Heaven, but considering where she came from, it might've been a little overkill.

"Next, we go pick up the sword from the fifteenth century."

"Hay high has wigh?" Sister Marian asked, roughly translating to "May I ask why?"

"Why? I'm not sure. Something about the plan, I'm sure. And then we just need balloons for decorations."

Sister Marian swallowed her cake. 

"I thought they were on the list? Why would we be sent for balloons if it's just for decoration?"

"Beats me. The boss can be a little extravagant, he'll think that balloons are necessary for ending the world."

~~~~~

All was going according to Satan's plan. He sat in the nearly empty office building, sipping a martini and watching the small crowds. His good friend and accomplice Greg was sitting alone at a table across from him, and Greg's friend Howard had just excitedly walked up.

"Greg!" Howard hollered.

"Hello, Howard," Greg managed to muster up a smile, "How was the trip over?"

"Horrid. I was stuck in traffic for an hour. Hopefully the rest show up soon," Howard motioned around, referring to the empty space where the pie contestants should have been gathered. Of course, this was all part of the plan, to delay as many contestants as possible. Satan figured the more people missing, the easier it would be to rig the competition.

"Oh. Well, we're starting soon," Gregory muttered.

"Perfect," Lucy interjected, walking up to join the conversation. "I assume all has gone well?"

"Yes, your guests should be arriving in just a couple minutes."

"Excellent. Tell Leroy and that irritating Marian that we shall begin as soon as they arrive."

Greg nodded. He figured it would only be a couple hours, and the plan to save the world would be underway. He got lost in though for a couple moments, wondering if this was really the right thing to do, but he got interrupted before he could think too deeply.

"We," Leroy spoke up as he held a heavy door open, "have arrived."

"Leroy!" Lucy seemed to squeal with delight. "How has your earth visit been?"

"Boss? I didn't know you'd be here," Leroy said with a confused look on his face.

"I have the pie-son," Sister Marian entered with a wink, trying her best to make a pun on poison. It backfired, and everyone took just a moment to look at her, bewildered. She looked around, just now noticing the man with the goatee.

"Satan?"

"It's Lucy, actually."

"You brought pie!" Howard exclaimed with joy. Sister Marian set the pie down with the others while Leroy handed Gregory the sword.

"Well," she took a glance at Lucy, "of course we did. It's all part of the plan."

Leroy began unloading tons of helium filled balloons, decorating the room that was bare except for the chairs and tables.

"You brought the balloons?" Satan smiled, and pretended to wipe a tear, "I'm so proud of you."

"Yes sir," Leroy said. And that was that.