Out of the frying pan

Chapter 2:

The next day after calling his great uncle's lawyer, Malik made it official that he and his yami would take over the restaurant. Marik complained though the whole thing but they got it done. They went out to look at it for in the afternoon and luckily it was close by.

It was a lot nicer than they thought it would be. In their imaginations it was some run down old tackle shop. But in reality, it looked like a deserted Red Lobster... Malik fell in love with the place the moment he laid eyes on it. Still, Marik didn't like it much. In order to get Marik's stamp of approval, he told Malik that they had to give it a certain look.

"I think it looked great." Malik said as they came through the front door. He sat down on the couch and looked up, "You don't?"

"It's... okay." Marik sat next to his hikari, "But it's got an old geezer feel to it. Even the name sounds old... Dessert Desert. Yuck."

"You like desserts. What's wrong with a place that only sells desserts?"

"Those are the kind of places that make people fat. All that saturated fat and goo. That's why you can't walk down the street without seeing a fatty... it's sickening."

"It's not the restaurant's fault. They just try to make money and it works. I think it's a great idea."

"Eh...we shouldn't sell desserts."

"Hmm?" he tilted his head, "What, then?"

"Oh... I dunno." He thought for a second, "Something we know people will like. Something we won't mind being around everyday... Something that doesn't make people fat."

"And that would be?"

"... S-sandwich."

"What? Sandwich? We should sell... sandwiches?"

"That's right. That's what I said."

"Who besides us likes sandwiches?!"

"Don't you watch T.V? Hobo's do."

"What?! We're hobo servers now? Incase you haven't noticed... hobos don't have money!"

He shrugged, "People with money like sandwiches, too. Plus there's no way to lose. Because we can make any kind of sandwich! The possibilities are endless, Malik!"

"You're insane."

"Hey, I'm just telling you what the people want."

"And the people want sandwiches?"

"Well, duh. Everyone loves a good sandwich. It's not so uncommon to see a person eating a sandwich. Our neighbors eat sandwiches."

"..."

"Michael Jackson eats sandwiches."

"..."

"Hell, even the Pope eats sandwiches!"

"What?! That's not true."

"How would you know?"

"Just last week he was telling the masses how sandwiches are unholy."

"You must be kidding. I didn't see him on T.V last week."

He rolled his eyes, "You we're probably stuffing your face with a sandwich."

"Alright, we're getting off subject! Point is... holy or unholy... sandwiches are a good idea. Our economy practically runs on sandwiches. America would fall apart without them."

"Oh, whatever. That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. Our economy runs on-"

"Okay, okay! Bottom line, we're selling sandwiches."

"Fine," he huffed, "...But wait a minute, if we sell sandwiches then we'll have to change the name of the restaurant."

"Why?"

"Duh. Think about it. The customers will see the sign saying Dessert Desert, and think we're still selling cakes and stuff. We'll have to change the name so it'll make sense that we're selling different food."

"Oh, I see. Well what name do you think we should use?"

"Uh... I don't know... Think of something."

"Why is it always me to think of something? It's really your restaurant."

"Huh, why do you say that?"

"It was your uncle that dropped dead. You should pick the name."

"Fine, I will."

"Make it good."

After thinking for half an hour Marik got tired of waiting. Shaking, chasing, and cursing his hikari didn't help the thinking process either. Obviously, Malik isn't as good at getting ideas as Marik.

"Ugh, I can't think of anything!" he collapsed onto the floor and rubbed his head, "This it hard!"

"Thinking is a hard job, Malik. It takes brains."

"Then why do you do it so often?"

He waved away the comment, "You need to hurry with that name. Once we get it, we'll tell the guys to replace the sign."

"I know, I know."

"..."

"You thought of anything?"

"Oh no, Malik." He smirked, "This is yours. You have to think of the name."

"Aw, come on! You gotta help me."

"..."

"Haven't you thought of anything?"

"Of course, I've given it some thought."

"Tell me." He whined, "Please!"

"Well, since you said please. I'll tell you my ingenious idea."

"Yeah, yeah. Just spit it out."

"Hmph! Fine..." he paused, "I.H.O.S."

"I.H.O.S? Does that stand for something?"

"Sure does. International House Of Sandwich. What do you think?"

"I think it sounds odd. But I could get used to it."

The next morning, Marik and Malik gave the new name to the construction workers they hired the day before. They got the work done extremely fast... mostly because Marik was scaring them into overtime. When it was complete they unveiled it for Marik and Malik to see.

"..." Malik looked it over, "It looks great guys, you really-"

"Hey!" Marik interrupted, "They screwed it!"

"What? It looks cool Marik, it's just what we wanted."

"Look at the bottom!"

Malik scanned it once again. In big blue letters it said 'I.H.O.S', which was good but below that it was supposed to say, in big red letters 'International House Of Sandwich.' Instead, it said 'International House Of Samich.'

"Oh Ra." Malik groaned, "What is that?!"

"Uh, sorry sir." One of the men came forward, "We ran out of the letters we needed to finish it properly... so we..."

"Used an m." Marik finished, "Alright, whatever. Just go, we'll fix this later."

"Yes, sir." He got on the crane and they drove away.

Malik looked back at the now empty restaurant. 'This is going to be easy... This is going to easy...'

"Yoo-hoo," Marik waved in Malik's face, "You in there?"

"...Oh, yeah. I was... just telling myself how much fun this going to be."

"Sure... fun." He sighed, "Well, we'd better get ready. We're opening tomorrow."