The SILLY Squad

Lady Lasagna The Third

Born in a casserole dish during a blackout at Olive Garden, Lady Lasagna the Third is made of twelve layers of pasta, sauce, cheese, and generational trauma. Her perfume is garlic. Her laugh is marinara. Her heels are garlic bread and they squeak when she walks.

Locals say she never eats at restaurants, instead she just sits in the corner glaring at spaghetti until it leaves. She has alledgely ruined three weddings by shouting "AL DENTE OR DIE" during the vows. Every time she cries, an entire tray of lasagna materializes somewhere in SillyGoofyLand, usually in someone's mailbox.

She works part-time as a food critic, full-time as a walking pasta disaster. On weekends, she hosts "Therapy in the Oven," a support group for stressed out casseroles. Rumor has it she once slapped a pizza and yelled "Stay in your lane, flatboy!"

Lady Lasagna is both dinner and diva, layered and dangerous. Do not call her "leftovers."