CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE –ALLIANCE IN JEOPARDY

The afternoon brought a new challenge in the form of one of Mr. Fierro's infamous "innovations." He gathered the staff in the dining room, standing on a chair for added drama. "Listen up, team!" he announced, his mustache quivering with excitement. "I've had an epiphany. Starting today, we're going to revolutionize the diner experience. From now on, all orders must be sung. To the tune of 'La Cucaracha'!" A collective groan rose from the assembled staff. "But Mr. Fierro," Laura ventured, "won't that slow down service? And what if we don't know the tune?" Mr. Fierro waved his hand dismissively. "Details, details. The customers will love it! It'll be like dinner and a show. Now, who wants to demonstrate?" An awkward silence fell over the room. Finally, Tina stepped forward with a sigh. "Fine, I'll do it. But I want it noted that I'm doing this under protest." She cleared her throat and, to the tune of "La Cucaracha," belted out: "One cheese-bur-ger, With ex-tra pickles, Fries on