AUTHOR'S NOTES
There was a time in my personal life where I have seen a drive-thru brawl happen at a fast food restaurant. Whether it was someone's order mixed up or they simply didn't get what they wanted, anything could start a fight at a drive-thru. This story does just that.
In this Sesame Street story, Mr. Johnson is in his car at a local McDonald's, and Grover ends up serving him at the single window, taking both the payment and giving out the customers' food. However, what looked like the Big Mac Meal turned out to be the Quarter Pounder Meal.
I do not own any of the in this Sesame Street characters. Enjoy!
A Mix-Up at McDonald's
A Sesame Street fanfiction
By ktlnboyle
Mr. Johnson, otherwise known as Fat Blue in some standards, was in his blue car going to a McDonald's to get himself a Big Mac meal. However, little did he know that a familiar face would be serving him.
"Welcome to McDonald's, how can I take your order?" a familiar voice to Mr. Johnson said.
"Yes, hi, I would like a Big Mac Meal please." Mr. Johnson said.
"Up to the window please, that would be fourteen ninety-nine." the voice said over the speaker. Mr. Johnson then pulled up to the window, but when he got to the window, he was not too thrilled.
"Oh, no!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed.
"Hello, sir!" Grover said. "It is I, Grover, your cute little furry blue McDonald's server."
"The very server slash waiter I was hoping to get away from!" Mr. Johnson said.
"That will be fourteen ninety-nine, sir." Grover said.
"Ugh." Mr. Johnson said as he pulled out his wallet. "Fine." He then handed Grover a twenty dollar bill.
"Thank you, sir, and here is your Big Mac Meal!" Grover said. "Enjoy!"
Mr. Johnson looked inside the bag, and much to his surprise, he found a Quarter Pounder with Cheese Meal inside instead of a Big Mac Meal.
"This is not a Big Mac Meal!" Mr. Johnson said. "This is a Quarter Pounder with Cheese Meal! Can't McDonald's get anything right around here?!"
"Oh, sir, shall I ask you to pull up?" Grover asked.
"How about you get my order right?" Mr. Johnson requested.
"Fine, sir." Grover said. Everyone was getting aggravated with Mr. Johnson and Grover. After a five minute wait, though, the Quarter Pounder and the Big Mac were mixed together to give out something called the "Quarter Big Mac". When Mr. Johnson saw the order, he drove away, regretting that he ordered from that McDonald's.
"Now that is one customer that cannot stand the Quarter Pounder Big Mac combo." Grover said as he watched Mr. Johnson turn to the left while in his car.
THE END