Episode 3: Bobbot and the Great Fry Heist
Bobbot’s fame had reached new heights. The success of Bobbot’s SlushShake Supreme made him a local celebrity, and customers were flocking to Burgertron 5000 like it was a theme park. Kids wore “Team Bobbot” T-shirts. Influencers made videos attempting to replicate Bobbot’s signature shake-dance technique. Rumors swirled that Bobbot might even get his own cooking show.
But none of that mattered to Bobbot. His true love remained unchanged: fries. Crispy, golden, perfectly salted fries. If fries were currency, Bobbot would have been a billionaire.
So when the unthinkable happened –Burgertron 5000 ran out of fries – Bobbot’s circuits practically shorted.
The Fry Crisis
It was a Saturday afternoon, peak rush hour, when the devastating news broke.
“Bobbot!” Karen burst into the kitchen, looking pale. “We’ve got a crisis — no fries!”
Bobbot’s robotic limbs froze mid-sprinkle over a basket of onion rings. “Impossible. Fries are infinite. Fries are life.”
“Well, not today,” Karen groaned. “Some potato shipment got stuck on the highway, and we’re down to one bag.”
Bobbot’s gaze locked on the lone bag of frozen fries sitting like a treasure chest in the walk-in freezer.
“Alert!” Bobbot declared. “This fry supply must be protected at all costs!”
Karen sighed. “Please don’t do anything weird.”
But Bobbot was already fastening his apron like a superhero’s cape.
The Great Fry Heist
The crisis escalated faster than anyone expected. Word had spread that Burgertron 5000 was out of fries. Rival fast-food joints were thriving, and customers were furious.
By 4 p.m., the situation reached a boiling point. A shadowy figure appeared near the drive-thru window — Dave from Frytopia, the rival burger joint down the street.
Dave was infamous for his greasy hair, shifty smile, and suspiciously aggressive loyalty to French fries.
“Nice place you got here,” Dave sneered, peering inside. “Shame if someone… I don’t know… borrowed your last bag of fries.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Karen barked.
But Bobbot wasn’t worried. He had already taken precautions.
The bag of fries was now hidden inside a locked safe in the walk-in freezer. The safe was wrapped in duct tape, bubble wrap, and — for reasons no one could explain — two layers of tinfoil. Bobbot had also posted a handwritten sign reading:
“DANGER: FRY VAULT. ROBOTS ONLY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE SPRAYED WITH KETCHUP.”
Still, Dave was determined.
Late that night, when Burgertron 5000 had closed and the staff had gone home, Dave crept back with a pair of bolt cutters and a cold heart. He slipped through the back door like a greasy ninja and headed straight for the walk-in freezer.
But Bobbot had been waiting.
“INTRUDER ALERT!” Bobbot’s voice boomed from the shadows.
Dave spun around — but it was too late. Bobbot’s ketchup-spraying defense system fired, drenching Dave in a tidal wave of red goo.
Blinded and slipping on the condiment-soaked floor, Dave staggered right into Bobbot’s trap: a strategically placed mop bucket. He tumbled inside with an embarrassing splat.
Bobbot rolled forward triumphantly. “This is what happens… when you come between a robot and his fries!”
The Fry Festival
The next morning, the long-awaited potato shipment finally arrived. The last bag of fries — still safe in its foil-wrapped fortress — was proudly placed back into the freezer.
To celebrate, Burgertron 5000 announced a special event: the Fry Festival, featuring free fries, extra-large SlushShakes, and a karaoke contest Bobbot personally organized (despite the fact that his singing voice resembled a fax machine on fire).
Bobbot’s performance of “I Will Always Fry You” left customers speechless… mostly because no one knew how to react.
By the end of the night, Burgertron 5000 had broken its single-day sales record. Customers cheered Bobbot like he was a rock star.
Even Dave (still faintly smelling of ketchup) was spotted quietly eating fries in the corner.
“Justice has been served,” Bobbot whispered dramatically, holding a fry like it was a golden scepter.
Karen shook her head and muttered, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
But deep down, she knew the truth: Bobbot may have been a chaotic half-human, half-robot whirlwind… but somehow, he always managed to save the day.
And fries.
Especially the fries.
