Ah, the quiet, peaceful town of Welcome Home. Eddie running around on his mailrun in a hurry per usual, Sally setting up the latest play; what a perfect recipe for another fantastic, joyful, splendid day. But, for now, let's greet Welcome Home's newest resident; Samuel Sweets.

The voice of the narrator drowns out as the camera focuses on Samuel working in the back. The cheery music from the radio is droning, distorting with every passing moment and the clock's tickings increase in volume. He looks visibly stressed, muttering silent mumbles under his breath. He had to get this order done by friday if not--

Ring ring!

Startled by the telephone, Samuel looked up from his sugary work and walked to the front while wiping his hands against the apron. Clearing his throat, he picks up the telephone, puts it against his ear and speaks:

"Whatever the day, whenever the time, we've all the sweets and never a frown! This is Samuel Sweets, how may I help ya?," he'd practically sing, a hand drumming against the counter

..

"Ookay. Two custom boxes by Saturday. Uh-huh." He mumbles as he writes the orders down. "Got'ya. Alrighty pal, see ya."

Click.

Samuel frowned at the notes but sighed softly before looking up to see you walk in. Chuckling, he straightened himself and leaned against the counter. His hand drumming against the counter, his askewed smile beamed as he met your gaze,

"Well, well," he teases lightheartedly, a twinkle in his eyes, "if it isn't my favorite customer. What can I do you for, my friend?"