Chef Boyardee
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Spencer, T-Bo
Summary: Spencer helps T-Bo think big.
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"My main man, Spencer! What up?" T-Bo greets Spencer as he walks into an almost completely deserted Groovy Smoothie.
"Just taking a break from artin' it up." Spencer replied, leaning against the front counter where T=Bo was cleaning out the blenders.
"When are you gonna make us some smoothie art?"
"When you can convince your manager that adequate payment isn't just a week's worth of free smoothies."
"Ah, got that little sister and her friends eating you out of house and home? Especially that blond girl – she wanted me to make her a ham smoothie." T-Bo said, gesturing towards the trio that followed him in.
"That's Sam," Spencer laughed. "I can't imagine you wouldn't take her up on that. You're into food that I might not exactly call....smoothie friendly."
"Why are people so afraid to change it up?" T-Bo sighed. "Like my mini make-your-own-pizza bar. Who doesn't like to make their own pizza?" He asked, gesturing towards the two tables he pushed together and the large containers on top of them.
"Whoa!" Spencer replied. "That's a lot of toppings."
"I know! I even got two kinds of cheese!" T-Bo exclaimed.
"That's terrible."
"I even paid for it all out of pocket, man!"
"Really?" Spencer replied. "That doesn't seem...right."
"I get to recoup all the profits, though!" T-Bo replied. "So what can I get for you, Spencer?"
"Can I have a Raspberry Raisin Razzamataz, two Strawberry Splats, and a Orange Dream?" Spencer replied.
"Comin' up!"
"And...four trips to the mini make-your-own-pizza bar."
"Really?"
"Yeah, c'mere, guys!" Spencer yells towards Freddie, Sam, and Carly.
"Yeah?" Carly asks.
"Let's eat at the mini make-your-own-pizza bar for dinner!"
"Is there Canadian bacon?" Sam asked.
"Isn't that just tiny pieces of ham?" T-Bo asks.
"Duh."
"Then...yes."
"I'm in." Sam replies, grabbing a plate at the end of the tables.
"Yeah, us too." Carly and Freddie agree, making their way towards the tables.
"You should call my friend Socko's second cousin Cookie." Spencer said, writing a phone number on a napkin.
"Why's that?" T-Bo asked.
"He's a chef. You've got a lot of good ideas, maybe he could help you...uh, refine them?"
"Thanks, man!"
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"Man, I haven't seen T-Bo in forever!" Carly said after another newbie teenager worker messed up their drinks – again.
"Yeah, where is he?" Freddie asked the manager, Marsha.
"He quit about a week ago – got a job working at Chef Cookie's restaurant."
"Socko's cousin?" Carly asked. "That...makes sense, actually."