Hello!

How are you all?

I'm feeling quite a lot better actually, which is great! And my house pantomime I was in came second so that's quite good but everyone said that we should have won. :/

Anyway, here's chapter 34!

"Order up!" the woman behind the counter called to CheeChee, pressing the little bell as well.

"Wait, the chef is Big Momma!" Rascal pointed out, recognising the beloved owner of the teens' favourite restaurant.

"Oh yeah," Tanner said, noticing the lady for the first time.

"Another coffee, please," a customer said to CheeChee as she passed them.

"Coming right up," CheeChee reassured him, dodging around a nearby table and trying to balance her tray on her arm.

"Hey, CheeChee!" a familiar face called from a booth in the corner of the restaurant. The girl who had shouted for CheeChee to come over was a fairytale favourite, Jazz.

"Mornin', Jazz," CheeChee greeted, stopping by their table on her way to the serving counter.

"Hey, how you doin', Chee?" Dimples, another person sat at the table greeted.

"Hey everyone," CheeChee greeted again, speaking to the four bikers on the table, which included: Jazz, Dimples, Axel and Jett.

"We're all going out dancing tonight. Do you wanna join us?" Jazz asked CheeChee, obviously hoping that she'd say yes.

"Come on, live a little," Axel prompted.

"Yeah, come on CheeChee," Jett agreed.

"You know I've got two left feet. Besides I'm…" CheeChee started, but got sidetracked giving a napkin to a little girl covered in oatmeal. "Do you need a napkin, sweetheart?" CheeChee carried on talking to her friends as she served another customer. "And I was gonna work a double shift tonight," CheeChee tried, before turning her attention to her next customer. "Here you are, Hotcakes." But she hurried back over to the booth to finish off her excuse. "So you know, so I can…"

"So you can save for your restaurant, we know," Jazz huffed. "Chee, all you ever do is work."

"Order up!" Big Momma called again from the kitchen.

"Maybe next time?" CheeChee suggested, making a quick escape to the kitchen.

"I told you she wouldn't come," Dimples hissed to the other three bikers.

"CheeChee's gonna kill herself, she never sleeps," Butchy said.

"She's always working," Lugnut agreed.

"What fairytale involves a sleep-deprived waitress?" Seacat asked.

"I still can't figure it out," Lela replied as the nine friends went to go and listen in on CheeChee and Big Momma's conversation.

"Are you talking about that restaurant again?" Big Momma asked CheeChee, mocking her in a way.

"Big Momma, your eggs are burning," CheeChee said, wiping down her serving tray.

"You're never gonna get enough money to pay for it," Big Momma said, quickly tending to the eggs she was making.

"I'm getting close," CheeChee protested.

"How close?" Big Momma asked.

"…Where are the flapjacks Table Four ordered?" CheeChee demanded, changing the subject to avoid having to answer the question.

"You've got as much chance of getting your restaurant as I have winning the Kentucky Derby!" Big Momma chuckled, loading CheeChee up with more orders.

"Morning Mr La Bouff," CheeChee greeted Pearl's dad as he walked into the small restaurant.

"Pearl's last name is La Bouff?" Butchy asked, starting to laugh a little.

"Yeah, it's pretty hilarious," Seacat replied, chuckling away with Rascal and Butchy.

"Good morning, CheeChee," Pearl's dad said, nodding as CheeChee passed.

"Congratulations on being voted King of the Mardi Gras parade," CheeChee called to the man as she served another customer.

"So not only are we in New Orléans, but it's also Mardi Gras," Mack said, making a mental note to herself.

"It caught me completely by surprise, for the fifth year in a row!" Bubbles' father said before roaring with laughter at himself. "Now, how about I celebrate with some-"

"Beignets?" CheeChee suggested, laying a plate of the sugary pastries in front of the man. "I've got a fresh batch waiting for you."

"Some what?" Tanner asked, clearly not understanding what CheeChee was talking about.

"They look like pastries," Brady said.

"They are pastries," Mack clarified, giving Brady an unimpressed look.

"Well keep 'em coming 'til I pass out," Pearl's father said, still laughing at himself.

But the peace in the café was broken when a rather excitable Pearl burst through the door. "Oh, Chee!" she squealed, skipping over to CheeChee in excitement. "Chee! Did you hear the news?!"

"Hey, Pearl," CheeChee said, greeting her friend with one of her giggles before the hyper blonde spun around her and ran over to where her dad was sitting.

"Tell her! Oh tell her, Daddy!" Pearl pleaded, gazing up at her father expectantly.

"Oh yes, Prince-"

But Pearl cut her dad off before he could finish what he had to say. "Prince Wade, of Maldonia, is coming to New Orléans!" she squealed, grabbing the newspaper out of her father's hands and showing CheeChee a picture of Wade on the front cover. "Oh, isn't he gorgeous! Tell her what you did, Daddy! Tell her!"

Pearl had grabbed her father by the shoulders and had literally shaken him until he responded.

"Well, I invited-"

But Pearl interrupted her father yet again with another of her outbursts. "Daddy invited the prince to our masquerade party tonight!" The blonde squealed again before turning back to her father. "Tell her what else you did, Daddy." But her father paused, obviously waiting for his daughter to cut in for him, however she just prompted him with a quick wave of her hand, "go on."

"And he's staying-"

"And he's staying-" Pearl started to speak, but her father shoved one of the pastries on his plate into her mouth to shut her up for a few seconds.

"And he's staying in our house as a personal guest," Pearl's father finished, satisfied considering that he finally got to finish a sentence.

"Pearl, that's great," CheeChee grinned, picking up another plate of pastries to serve. "My mom always says: 'The quickest way to a man's heart, is through his stomach.'"

"That's it!" Pearl gasped, snatching the last pastry off her father's plate. "Chee! You're a genius! I'm gonna need about five hundred of your man-catching beignets for my ball tonight!" Pearl squealed and bounced around as she spoke, practically prancing around the café and taking a wad of money out of her father's wallet and stuffing it to CheeChee's hands. "Will this cover it?" Pearl asked, a hopeful glint in her eye.

CheeChee just stared at the money, completely shell-shocked for a moment until she was able to stutter out an answer. "This should cover it fine. This is it! I'm finally getting my restaurant!" CheeChee could hardly believe it, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Woohoo!" Pearl squealed, skipping around the restaurant. "Tonight my prince is finally coming! And I sure as heck ain't lettin' him go!" And with that, Pearl dragged her father out of his chair and shoved him out of the café, running after him.

Big Momma just stood and gawped at the scene: CheeChee jumping around with her wad of dollars and Bubbles ushering her father into his car, hardly believing what she'd just witnessed.

"Something tells me that Pearl was a little bit excited," Seacat said, setting everyone off laughing. But their laughter prevented them from noticing a certain surfer in a top hat with a skull on it in the corner of the restaurant, his lips curling into an evil grin.

I hope you liked it!

I actually managed to post the chapter on time today! Hooray!

I know I say this every chapter (if you're reading this then let me know if you would like me to write a Christmas one-shot. I know it's got nothing to do with the chapter but I just want to know whether you want me to or not, and if you do then leave me some suggestions or send me a PM!) but I want to say thank you to everyone who reads, reviews or sends me PMs because you're all so incredible!

Thank you for reading!

-cherrygorilla