Unattended Children
NoV: Well, I survived our big move. I got the inspiration for this fic from a sign in a restaurant in Panama City, which is my new home town.
Jessie: Oh, I love the beach! The sun, the tans, the warm toasty sand, the hot guys!
Meowth: Meowth likes everything about the beach except da water.
James: Why don't we go to the beach today, then? We can take food!
NoV: Sounds like a plan! I bet the beach is gorgeous today!
James: And I'll drive!
Minna: ......0.0
NoV: Um....on with the ficcie.
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Many who ventured into the seaside restaurant, Sharky's, would ignore a sign hanging on the wall. Some would even jokingly point it out to their children. But, of course, no one really took it seriously.
ANY CHILDREN LEFT UNATTENDED WILL BE TRADED FOR DONUTS.
"James! Hurry up and put your apron on! If we never take the orders, how are we supposed to get tips??"
Team Rocket, desperate to get delibird (msp?) off their backs, had decided to take a short break from trying to steal Pikachu, and were working at a coastal restaurant.
Jessie was already on the verge of stressing out as she watched James fumbling to tie his apron. Oh, how she longed for a vacation, even a short one! Just a few quiet days away from Team Rocket, from work, and from that stupid, annoying little delibird!
"All right!" James declared. "Now I'm ready! Let's go!"
If Jessie had looked at James' face for a moment more, she might have noticed the sinister grin that began to spread over his lips. However, she had already turned away from him by the time the evil smile had appeared.
James gained his composure, knowing that it would pay off in the end, and went to take orders from a hungry family on table nine.
"May I take your orders?" James asked them, taking out a pen and a notepad. Then, before they had a chance to answer, he said, "I see you have two nice, plump children."
The woman, thin with black hair, gave James a skeptical look. "Why yes, how kind of you to notice....." She thought to herself about how restaurants these days just allowed any old sexual pervert to work in them. "Anyway, I'll have the grouper sandwich. Italian dressing on my salad."
James finished taking their orders and returned to the kitchen. He gave the orders to the cook, Meowth. The scratch cat was flipping fish and shrimp around like an experienced Japanese chef. "I t'ink I mighta found my true callin'," he said, tossing a piece of teriyaki chicken on a pile of rice.
"Less talking, more cooking!" Jessie hissed, shoving six more orders in front of him. She turned back toward the dining room, and saw James whispering into a pantry.
"Yes, my pretties! Muahaha!" he laughed.
"James!" Jessie yelled. "What are you doing?? Get back to work!"
James, startled that he had been watched, slammed the pantry door closed and locked it. "Sorry Jess," he mumbled, and shuffled back into the dining room with table nine's drinks.
The two children smiled at him nervously as he set their glasses meticulously next to them.
"Where are your parents?" he wondered, innocently.
"In the bathroom," the girl answered, quietly.
"Well," James placed both hands on the table and loomed over them, a strange glint in his eye, "how would you children like a tour of our restaurant?"
"Why?" the boy asked, flatly.
"Well....uh.....we have a man-eating shark in the back."
"Oh-kay!" both children exclaimed!
(
NoV: Okay, end of part one.....this is going to be scary, I can tell.. Review if you want there to be a part two!
James: Why did I whisper into the closet?
Jessie: Because you're insane.
NoV: You know, there actually is a sign in a restaurant called Sharky's that says that! No joshing!
Meowth: Oy vey.....
NoV: He gets irritated when people say "joshing." Til nexties!!
NoV: Well, I survived our big move. I got the inspiration for this fic from a sign in a restaurant in Panama City, which is my new home town.
Jessie: Oh, I love the beach! The sun, the tans, the warm toasty sand, the hot guys!
Meowth: Meowth likes everything about the beach except da water.
James: Why don't we go to the beach today, then? We can take food!
NoV: Sounds like a plan! I bet the beach is gorgeous today!
James: And I'll drive!
Minna: ......0.0
NoV: Um....on with the ficcie.
(
Many who ventured into the seaside restaurant, Sharky's, would ignore a sign hanging on the wall. Some would even jokingly point it out to their children. But, of course, no one really took it seriously.
ANY CHILDREN LEFT UNATTENDED WILL BE TRADED FOR DONUTS.
"James! Hurry up and put your apron on! If we never take the orders, how are we supposed to get tips??"
Team Rocket, desperate to get delibird (msp?) off their backs, had decided to take a short break from trying to steal Pikachu, and were working at a coastal restaurant.
Jessie was already on the verge of stressing out as she watched James fumbling to tie his apron. Oh, how she longed for a vacation, even a short one! Just a few quiet days away from Team Rocket, from work, and from that stupid, annoying little delibird!
"All right!" James declared. "Now I'm ready! Let's go!"
If Jessie had looked at James' face for a moment more, she might have noticed the sinister grin that began to spread over his lips. However, she had already turned away from him by the time the evil smile had appeared.
James gained his composure, knowing that it would pay off in the end, and went to take orders from a hungry family on table nine.
"May I take your orders?" James asked them, taking out a pen and a notepad. Then, before they had a chance to answer, he said, "I see you have two nice, plump children."
The woman, thin with black hair, gave James a skeptical look. "Why yes, how kind of you to notice....." She thought to herself about how restaurants these days just allowed any old sexual pervert to work in them. "Anyway, I'll have the grouper sandwich. Italian dressing on my salad."
James finished taking their orders and returned to the kitchen. He gave the orders to the cook, Meowth. The scratch cat was flipping fish and shrimp around like an experienced Japanese chef. "I t'ink I mighta found my true callin'," he said, tossing a piece of teriyaki chicken on a pile of rice.
"Less talking, more cooking!" Jessie hissed, shoving six more orders in front of him. She turned back toward the dining room, and saw James whispering into a pantry.
"Yes, my pretties! Muahaha!" he laughed.
"James!" Jessie yelled. "What are you doing?? Get back to work!"
James, startled that he had been watched, slammed the pantry door closed and locked it. "Sorry Jess," he mumbled, and shuffled back into the dining room with table nine's drinks.
The two children smiled at him nervously as he set their glasses meticulously next to them.
"Where are your parents?" he wondered, innocently.
"In the bathroom," the girl answered, quietly.
"Well," James placed both hands on the table and loomed over them, a strange glint in his eye, "how would you children like a tour of our restaurant?"
"Why?" the boy asked, flatly.
"Well....uh.....we have a man-eating shark in the back."
"Oh-kay!" both children exclaimed!
(
NoV: Okay, end of part one.....this is going to be scary, I can tell.. Review if you want there to be a part two!
James: Why did I whisper into the closet?
Jessie: Because you're insane.
NoV: You know, there actually is a sign in a restaurant called Sharky's that says that! No joshing!
Meowth: Oy vey.....
NoV: He gets irritated when people say "joshing." Til nexties!!