[Gift] Learning To Make Dango

Dan, the man. 

Dan the dango man. 

Proprietor of delicious dango treats. 

Made fresh and dripping in all kinds of tantalizing sauces. 

That’s what Diesel loved. 

After being barred from the dango shack, Diesel fell into a pit of despair. He couldn’t eat the tasty dango anymore?!

What was he to do?

But then, genius struck when he spotted a flyer for Dan’s dango-making class. 

Learn how to make your own dango?!

It was a clear and obvious choice. 

He would have to create a disguise so brilliant that he could sneak into the workshop, learn how to make dango, and create delicious treats for him and Axel to enjoy. 

“By hell’s demons I think I’m a genius,” Diesel said to Axel, who simply buzzed in reply. “Oh you’re right, you’ll need a disguise too…but what…”

Diesel, now dressed in a pair of long ‘slacks’ and a turtleneck looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was neat, his eyes were covered with Clark Kent-esque glasses and his appearance was very…normal. 

He would usually never be caught dead in a pair of dress trousers - far too loose - but for the sake of Dango he’d do anything!

“Lets go Axel,” He said to his little imp who’s blue coat had now been dyed pink…kind of. There were still splotches of blue where the paint hadn’t covered. 

The pair set up toward the workshop. Getting inside with everybody else. So far so good. 

There Dan introduced himself, talked a little bit about how brilliant his dango was - and it was - before giving everybody a station. 

He instructed the class so diligently. He explained every technique he used and allowed every student to pound the mochi. 

Of course, Diesel had picked a spot up front, to truly get a good look at Dan’s techniques. But, it backfired while he was busy adding each cooked dango to his still. Placing it on a plate and drizzling it in sauce.

A shadow loomed over him.

“Oh…ummm…” Diesel said and then made his voice deeper. “How’s this?”

Dan growled and picked up a sauce-covered Axel, the paint running from his fur. Diesel's ears pinned back.

“Ha..ha…imps…such mischievous creatures,” he said.

“DIESEL!” Dan shouted, and Diesel grabbed Axel in his hand like a squeaky toy and legged it out of there so quickly that his turtleneck and slacks were left behind. 

Well, at least he knew how to make dango now!