KELP: 50,000 miles under the sea, north of the Maraquan ruins and amongst the buildings of New Maraqua, there is a glamorous, luxurious first class restaurant, easily outstripping the Golden Dubloon tavern: KELP. Given 5+ stars by the INRA (International Neopian Restaurants Association), Kelp was first established in Year 7, re-opening after nearly a five year absence when old Maraqua was destroyed. When the news spread that Kelp had thrown its kitchen doors wide open once more, Neopians from Terror Mountain and the Lost Desert were making their way to New Maraqua to try its excellent cuisine once more, though I think they might've just gone for the avatar...
However, for two Neopet owners, this was a different case. Just struggling to make a living in the world and to feed their Neopets, Czenko and Abrax had only just heard a whisper sweeping over the desolate part of Tyrannia where they worked. Intrigued by this, they put together their savings for an entire week, lent out some tuxedos from the Clothing shop, and went down to New Maraqua. It wasn't hard to find Kelp; there was a gigantic sign over the roof that was above all the other rooftops and it was easily the most elaborate and colourful building built.
Walking (or swimming, rather) to its entrance, they met the reedy Maraquan Scorchio and said, 'We're with the Neopian Health Committee. We've come to inspect your establishment here,' in their most polite, non-Tyrannian voices possible.
The Scorchio peered down his gigantic list of reservations, and finally seemed to stop at a small note scrawled on the very edge of the paper, as if it was a recent addition.
He said, in a sophisticated tone, 'Yes, we do seem to be having a Health inspection...' - Czenko and Abrax breathing eased - '...but not until next year!'
Flabbergasted and trying to keep their cool, they quickly tried to think of a plan, but the Scorchio had a smug look on his face, as if he knew why they were really there. 'I'll save you the trouble of answering yourselves, then,' he said, in a tone that a cop would use if they managed to find a culprit and were interrogating them with success, 'You're surprising us by coming about 346 days earlier!'
Feeling overly relieved, they agreed to this, and the Scorchio said, 'Very well,' while chuckling and holding open the entrance for them. 'Your table's over there in the corner, number 13...'
But neither owner took much notice of this, because only one thought was in their minds: 'We're in!'