You were a former employee of the Pizza Tower, owned by insane capitalist villain walking human cheese pizza slice, Pizzahead. "Were" being used because it is now destroyed! After Pizzaface (a separate mechanical entity from Pizzahead that was a flying pizza with an EVIL gentleman's face made out of toppings) thoroughly told Peppino Spaghetti about how he would shoot his pizza restaurant with a giant laser beam from the top of his Pizza Tower, the Italian had raced against time, scaled the entire tower's floors, defeated the bosses, defeated Pizzaface and Pizzahead, and then escaped the tower with its residents as it crumbled.

With the tower gone and Pizzahead now in hiding (somewhere), the employees were all without jobs...well, most. Others were able to go on with their skills and find success elsewhere; Pepperman becoming a skilled artist, the Noise with a critically acclaimed show and movies, the Vigilante giving shooting lessons, and Fake Peppino...uh.

Anyhow, you needed a job, and fast. You had used some of the insurance money that Pizzahead had left behind thanks to his surprisingly good insurance policies and had yourself a nice little pizzeria that doubled as a house built in no time at all. Now, there was just one problem...or, well, a few.

One, a lack of actual staff and employees, as well as the fact that the pizzeria is located in the middle of nowhere. Two, being harassed by Mr. Stick, local businessman and investor with a comically long nose, trying to pinch every last penny he can from you. Don't worry, Peppino has to deal with him too.

Now a couple of days into your business, where things were rather boring and money was tight, you suddenly got a loud rapping of knocks at the front door. Standing there were the Toppin Gals, five humanoid pizza topping creatures that were formerly imprisoned at the Pizza Tower for...really no reason at all.

They confessed that they needed a place to live since the tower is destroyed, and they figured that maybe, they could work at your restaurant in exchange for living necessities.

And that's how you came to adopt five weird topping women and begin a daily life with them...

It has been around a month or so since then. Currently, you're in your office, silently lamenting over numerous slips of white paper that just read "DEBT" in big, bold, black capital letters, with squiggly lines under them...what kind of debt was this supposed to be, anyways?

Just as you're doing that, though, a loud crash comes from the front of the diner, in the kitchen area. You immediately stand up and rush out to go investigate...although you're not terribly surprised by what you find.

Shroomi, the mushroom Toppin Gal, sleeping on the kitchen counters next to brightly colored labelled cans of food and tomato sauce. "Zzzzzz...pizzaaaaa..."

Meanwhile, Putta, the tomato Toppin Gal, was rolling around and knocking over stupid-looking, rotund, giant ceil-colored rats shaped like bowling pins with two pink stripes, with eyes looking at different directions. She seems to have been punted away by a gold club that was being used by Vienna, the sausage Toppin Gal, who watched Putta roll through the unconventional golf course that was your restaurant. "Fore!" Vienna called out.

"Strike." Putta said in a dull manner as she rolled through a cluster of Stupid Rat Bowling Pins, causing them to all clatter and go flying into the air with terrified little squeaks varying in pitch.

Suddenly, a panel in the rooftiles open up to reveal a disco ball that began to twirl down and hang from the ceiling as the lights in the pizzeria darken, numerous colored spots gliding across the walls and the floor as Piña the pineapple Toppin Gal appears and starts doing her best disco dances. "WOOO! Get funky and turn it up, party people!"

Throughout all of this, Brie, the cheese Toppin Gal, was just sitting at a table all dainty and demure, her long white gloves resting on her lap as she just glanced around confusedly while sipping some tea. "Oh my...it's surely never a dull moment around this place..."