"It needs a name."
Much to their mothers' surprise, Leo and Douglas had done it. They had more or less, but mostly less, constructed a device to assist their mothers in keeping track of the groceries. And now, this magnificent invention needed a name, according to Leo.
"Grocery-inator?" Douglas offered, but Leo shook his head.
"Too obvious."
"Sort-A-Grocery…. 1000"
"Too awkward."
"Grocery-tron 3000?"
"Too juvenile."
"I don't even know what juvenile means!" Douglas said, as he slumped against the hallway wall.
"It doesn't matter, just not that name…" Pondering further, Leo said, "The Mr. Grocer?"
"I don't know, that sounds too much like Mr. Clean." He sighed, "Does it even need a name?"
"Yes! What is it without a name? How will we pitch it to investors? What will the packaging say?" Leo scoffed, "Wha—'Does it need a name'. Of course!"
"Fine, fine, don't get your pants in a twist." A pause, and then, "The Shopper?"
"That might work…" Douglas had to do a double take, Leo had actually agreed to one!
"Really? Okay, that's it, let's keep it!" He jumped up and snatched the device from Leo's hand. They had agreed that Douglas would write the name, since he had better handwriting. He pulled the Sharpie from his pocket, uncapping it, he said, "Okay, just checking, but we want this name, right, 'The Shop Keeper'?"
"Uh… well…"
"3-2-1, sold. It's our name." Douglas hurriedly turned the old calculator over and wrote the name in large, bold script.
The ShopKeeper
By Leopold Fitz and Douglas Ferguson
"Here it is!" Douglas handed it to Fitz, who beamed at the product.
"Well, what are we waiting for, let's use it!" Leo leaned facetiously to Doug, and wiggled his eyebrows "My kitchen or yours?"
"Yours. Mine just has microwave meals."
The machine worked well for about six months, before the circuits burned out, from performing functions it was not used to, at which point, Fitz read even more books on circuit boards and other engineering feats. He, with inconsequential help from Doug, invented considerably more than either matriarch had anticipated- and singed off more hair than necessary. Naming the product became the highlight for Doug. They came up with inventions for every menial task. The Scrubber was a rough contraption that sat by the Ferguson's toilet and made an extraordinarily loud whirr every time someone flushed the toilet; the robot called Bar Keeper's Friend rolled across the Fitz's counter-tops, keeping the surface clean of crumbs, but leaving streaks of grease; and T.I.N.T, Tactical Interior Tidier, robot and vacuum cleaner, this electrical and mechanical fete only knocked over two lamps. They couldn't think of anything for the N, so they just left it in… they couldn't very well have a robot named…
Well, that.
AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a week. I was on vacation. I had a Fitz moment, though. I bought a Monte Cristo sandwich in New Orleans, but it was very hot outside and I was dehydrated and so I just packed it up and went back to the hotel. But I had to throw it away because I couldn't drive eight hours with it. : (