"'Ey! Get thatta camera outta here, I got work to do! Pepper, c'mere we got work to do!" Papa Brickolini grumbled, swatting away Lego Island's news crew. "If you spent half as much time learning to read as you do on that skateboard you'd be out of college by now."

"Oh Papa, why are you always so grouchy?"

"I just got a bad feeling, I can feel it in my knees."

"Papa. You are imagining those things."

"Imagining knees? You're probably right."

Pepper came skateboarding in just a while later, the "dude with the food" as he called himself. Despite being only in grade 4 he was skating like a professional. "So for the first zillion years you and Mama have baked 1997 pizzas, which was also the year this game came out. And if you keep this up you will be able to cook up another 26 pizzas, which would lead up to the year 2023. Which is the year in the author's timeline."

"Eh?"

Before Pepper could explain, the phone rang. "Brickolinis. Where else you gonna eat? You want my special number six? No? How about my number five? Four? Three, two, one? BLAST OFF! One number one it is, I'll send it right over."

Today must have been pizza day, of course that would be every day as it was the only restaurant available on the island. The grocery store just next door would often get food shipped in from the mainland but for now it was closed for remodeling and all it could sell were doughnuts to the police station. "This here is for Nubby over at the gas station, think he's using the grease to lube up some axels?"

Pepper was on his way, his moves are so hot the pizza stays hot even out of the box. "Wow, it seems like every time there's a delivery the streets are just packed." He remarked as he skated to the gas station. "Hey Nubby Stevens! I got you the number one special."

The ground shook as a large figure waddled out of the building, his outfit stained with engine oil and pizza grease. As there was nothing but greasy, delicious, cheesy pies to eat for the past few days, the islanders have been putting on a lot more weight lately. Nubby's belly gurgled loudly as it struggled to digest such heavy meals, it was so large his soft legs kept kicking against it. "Urrp, oh hi Pepper! Thanks, I have been ordering the vegetarian pizza everyday for lunch."

He stuffed the entire pizza into his mouth and swallowed it down whole, that one pizza was enough to tear the front off of his already tight outfit. His belly flopped forward, no longer constrained. "Oop, we should really open a clothing's store here. Well see ya!"

Pepper just laughed as he skated back with his payment. His break didn't last long however, as three more calls were made. "Here's another one for Nubby. But if he keeps this up we'll have to start calling him Stubby!" Papa joked.

And so Pepper was on his way, as he was leaving he bumped into Laura Brick, one of the two leading officers on the island. "Oh hey Laura. Uh, I mean Officer Brick."

"Aw no need to be formal with me Pepper, I was just about to give you another reading lesson. If you want I can wait until you've finished your deliveries."

"Oh Laura, I could use some extra hands here. I'd ask Mama but I need her to keep playing her beautiful music." Papa called over. "Boy if your brother keeps this up he'll be fat as a brick house. Here."

"Heh, well as long as he can still waddle around. I'll be faster on my motorbike." The officer assured him, placing five boxes on the back. "Ten four good buddies."

The station had to get new widened doors ever since Nick went on his all pizza and doughnuts diet, while Laura figured might as well go fishing until the supermarket opened back up. "I kept telling him all that grease and sugar will go right to his hips." She laughed to herself. "Well better him than The Brickster."

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud belch coming from the nearby racetrack. "Wow, looks like Studs has been overstuffing himself with his lucky pizzas too. We really should start a food trade with the mainland before everyone here can only roll." Laura remarked, watching as the racecar driver struggled to fit into his car. "Well at least I won't need to give him any more tickets."

Nick was right in the middle of the station, nibbling away at his doughnut. He was twice the size of Nubby with his uniform just barely holding on, his belly alone was the size of a helicopter. His thighs and butt weren't anything to look past either, sloshing from even the tiniest touch and crushing even the strongest motorbikes. "Dang, maybe I should have ordered just a small cheese pizza this time. Oh well, as long as it's still hot enough to melt the plastic off the roof of my mouth."

"If only it could melt the fat away too." Laura joked. "You are planning to share these with the rest of the force, right?"

"Uh, yeah sure. You know it." Of course Nick flailed his stubby arms as he reached for his precious pizzas. "Um, can you give me a push?"

One person who was desperate for pizzas was none other than the dreaded Brickster, specifically a pizza spicy enough to melt the metal lock off. "Hey Papa, mister Papa Brickolooney! I hear you can't sing, well here's a little song for ya. Feed the Brickster, oh yes, Feed the Brickster all night long." He mockingly sang.

Papa just grumbled. "Well then why does that sign say otherwise? Look I gotta lotta pizzas to-" But before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang again. It was a rush job to the hospital. "Well good thing it's not a weight loss clinic. One more pizza to go!"

As Papa left, an entire stack of pizzas was left in front of the jail. "Heehee, oh don't mind if I do." The Brickster smirked. "Finally, it's my ticket out of this dump."

Of course the scent of all the pizzas soon overtook any train of thought, what was supposed to be just looking through pizzas soon turned into a feast. His striped shirt rode up into a bra as his belly surged outwards. The Brickster's butt tore out next, sloshing and bouncing once it was freed from the tight pants, followed by an impressive pair of thunder thighs. "Mmn, ack! Pepperoni again? One of these has gotta be Papa's Hotsy Totsy Pizza X2, right?"

Pizza after pizza was stuffed into the criminal's mouth, moaning softly the fatter he grew, to any onlooker he could easily have been mistaken for a ball joint piece. His belly soon hit the ground, completely covering up his flabby legs. His thick, barely visible neck vanished next under a quadruple chin. Grease and melted cheese stained his flab rolls, the Brickster reaching as much as he could to lick it all off. "BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP!!! Oh excuse me, ooh. Just one more left, this has to be it!"

All that eating was exhausting, he would have dozed off right away if he could, but he had to know if that last pizza was it. "Oohoho! This is the one alright! Pft, not that I need it now from my big fat belly knocking ov-wait, big fat belly?! AAAH! I GOT FAT!!" The Brickster screamed. "Well there goes my plan of hijacking the helicopter. Dr Clickitt better learn how to do liposuctions."

His screams could be heard all across the island, Pepper, Mama and Papa all laughed at his misfortune. "Well we better get these other pies delivered. Someone named Ms Cook ordered three dozen."