Broad daylight of Gotham, the sun shined rather brightly amongst the buildings of the city, casting shimmering reflections upon the glass that still held the trinkles of rain from last night's storm. It was a rather hot day, one perfect for the summers and its adventures in the steaming evening of children running through the littered streets and crowds heading to lunch or from work in the late afternoon.

Food stands were rather busy this time of the day. People of lines were near the food trucks that were parked beside the roads, close enough by sidewalks for citizens to get by. This area is bustling with activity, filled with colorful trucks adorned with tantalizing food photos and menus. Customers line up eagerly, drawn by the mouthwatering smells wafting through the air. Conversations and swarming activities surrounded individuals who awaited their foods that they have paid for. Unfortunately, activities were cut short, and the sudden approach of maniacal laughter was heard, announcing the appearance of what seemed to be a condiment costume throughout the sizzling atmosphere of Gotham. The whimsical attribute the man in the condiment costume had was deemed as a villain, responsible for this rather quirky heist he was about to commit as who was named the Condiment King.

A yell was heard, along with the guns of sauces being drawn to the side, "Hand over all your condiments, or face the wrath of my ketchup and mustard guns!" The Condiment King cries a might of fury, his costume a joke aside, but his just of savory seasonings that seemed to relish his moments of success had come to an end as people around were quite upset to see their day being interrupted.