After sulking on the diner floor for an hour, Digby pulled himself together and got to work. He wriggled into a seated position, then shifted onto his knees. He looked down on the paddling pool filled with leftovers, the enormous spread of mess around it, and himself, who was crusted from head to toe with layers and layers of creamy desserts, puddings, yogurts, toppings, ingredients and rotten fruit. How the hell was he going to clean this mess without his hands?
Digby started by trying to push the pool towards the door with his feet. But the pool didn't budge. He knew there was only one way to clean this mess by morning. As a creature of the hedonistic deity Belle LaRosa, Digby had acquired a multitutude of skills that helped enrichen his life. He had a hypersensitivity to taste, smell and touch. Due to his squishy body, he barely experienced physical pain or bodily harm. But the skill that would help him clean this mess, an important skill for all hedonists, was his ability to consume endlessly, without ever getting full. Digby was going to lick this mess up.
Some of it was okay. Digby lapped up the not so spoilt desserts like a dog. Much of everything else he ate slowly, and with great disgust. The crusty stains were the worst. Endlessly licking the same disgusting clump of of unidentified dried brown slop off the dirty diner floor. Digby was not a happy Piggy.

"Wake up Piggy! Your shift starts in an hour!" Mr Creampie barked, kicking Digby awake. Digby had fallen asleep in the emptied paddling pool after finally licking the last crumb from the corner. "Oh you silly piggy! You should have told me I left the cuffs on. How on earth did you manage to clean up this mess?" The boss knelt down and freed his employees hands. "You missed a spot. Quite a big one, I'd say, considering your shift starts soon, and I doubt you want the customers to see you like this". Digby was still caked in leftovers. Crusted to his raggedy dress and absolutely stuck and clumped to his hair, save for one patch of clean bleach blonde hair, protected by his ridiculous cherry hat. Digby got up slowly and limped towards the stairs. A hot shower and shampoo. Digby would wash away his shame, come back fresh, and he'd work out a plan to get out of this situation.
"Where do you think you're going Piggy? Keep your filth out of my flat! There's a hose out front for you!"

Digby scrubbed himself in the cold hose water. He kept his rags on for now, in case someone walked by. Large clumps of food plopped to the floor around him, but his hair was beyond repair. Fortunately, Mr Creampie had been generous enough to lend Digby his electric razor.

Digby's shift began. He stepped back into the diner in today's humiliating outfit, which could best be described as Donald the duck in a diaper. His tiny sailor hat sat neatly on top his remaining patch of hair, a small blonde bun on the very top of his head. His eyebrows, were unfortunately glued to crust, and had to be removed also. His new eyebrows were drawn on with sharpie by Mr Creampie. The first customers arrived, giggled at the site of the sailor pig, and took a seat. Digby took a deep breath, then engaged.
"Hello, my name's Piglet Puddingpants, welcome to Just Desserts, oink oink!" The words left Digby's mouth without his say so.