Chapter 2
After school, that day, Phil and Keely decided to meet up with each other at a local restaurant called, "Country Cuisine". Phil was eager to tell Keely what had happened to him the previous night and enjoy some of the best prime rib in Pickford, of course. Both of them had arrived at the restaurant at promptly, six o'clock, as they went inside and grabbed a couple of seats near the window.
"Keely, the weirdest thing happened to me last night," Phil said, still trying to figure out what exactly happened.
"Does it have something to do with your mom's leftover meatloaf?" Keely asked.
"Actually, it does...how did you know that?"
"You have a little bit of it around the side of your face," Keely replied, as she pointed out on his face exactly where it was.
"Oh, I could've sworn I washed all of it off this morning. Anyway, like I was saying, the weirdest thing happened to me last night. I remember going to sleep last night on a full stomach, which led to the best sleep I had in a long time, and...somehow, I woke up this morning face-down in a pan of the leftover meatloaf. I had no idea how I got there!"
"Hmm, seems to me like you have the symptoms of sleepwalking, Phil," Keely replied, scratching her head. "Also, I think you might have a serious case of the midnight munchies. I knew something had to be wrong, if your appetite suddenly increased that much. I never seen you eat that much before."
"Nah, I guess I just might've been really hungry that night," Phil concluded.
"You said you went to sleep on a full stomach. How could you have still been hungry after that? For goodness sake, you consumed eight servings!"
"It was nine, Keely!" Phil reminded her. "How many times do I have to remind you that it was nine servings!"
By this time, a waiter came around to their table to take their orders.
"What can I get for you two?" the waiter asked.
"You go first, Keely," Phil said, still browsing through the menu. "I'm gonna take a little while."
"Okay then," Keely agreed, "I think I'll have the chicken, caesar salad and..."
"Ha," Phil interrupted, "Salad? You came here to, Country Cuisine, to get a salad? A couple pieces of lettuce and tomatoes...c'mon Keely, you could've made that at home. You've got to be kidding me."
"Well, I'm trying to watch my figure, Phil. I don't want to gain a lot of weight or anything."
"That's typical of you girls to say something like that. Oh, I think I'm just going to have a salad because if I gain two pounds, I think I'll just die," Phil commented, sarcastically. "Ha, you wanna go ahead and order a glass of low-carb water, too?"
"They serve that here?" Keely asked, looking as serious as she can be.
"Um...don't mind her, waiter. She's just joking, hopefully. For me, I'll have the Pickford prime rib, 16-ounce sirloin steak, chicken-fried steak, smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes, baked beans, cole slaw, corn, black-eyed peas, macaroni and home-style bisuits."
"Geez, Phil, you sure you don't wanna order the entire menu?"
"Well I would, if I could, but I don't have that much money on me," Phil humorously replied.
About twenty minutes later, the waiter came back to the table to serve them their food. He placed one, small plate on Keely's side and six, large plates on Phil's side. Phil wasted no time chomping away on his food as a disgusted Keely just sat back and watched.
"Eww, gross Phil!" she exclaimed. "Couldn't you at least use a fork? You're eating like something off of National Geographic or something."
In a mere seven minutes, this...beast consumed all six plates of food, even eating the parsley on the side of the plates! After Phil was finished, he noticed three waiters carrying a plate of food about the size of his body, to a man sitting in the corner table.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Look at that Keely! There must be at least twenty pounds of food on that plate! Why didn't I see that on the menu?"
"Oh, you mean the, Pickford Gut-Buster, platter," Keely explained. "Yeah, nobody...nobody has ever been able to finish that platter. Every man that tried to finish it, gave up near the end and had to pay a whopping fifty buck for the meal. However, for that one day when someone actually does finish it, he will become immortalized on, Country Cuisine's", wall of champions. Plus, they get a free meal out of it too."
"And it looks like we have another failure, too. That guy didn't even get halfway through."
After the meal, Phil and Keely headed home as Phil went to sleep again, that night, on a full stomach.
"This time, I'm gonna make sure I don't find myself in another awkward situation like this morning. I'll just use this rope and tie my legs down to the bed, to prevent me from raiding the fridge again."
Phil went to sleep that night feeling pretty good, but when he woke up, it was a completely different story. He woke up, once again, in the kitchen except this time, his body was covered with an assortment of various foods. When he took a look into the fridge, he was shocked to see that there was barely anything left."
"...But how did I manage to get out of my bed?" Phil thought to himself.
He rushed back up into his room and found another shocking discovery, near his bed. The ropes that he used to secure his feet down with, were still there, but they had...large, bite-marks in them. Phil...ate his way through the ropes to get into the kitchen.
"This has really gotten out of hand," Phil murmured. "I need to find some way to suppress my hunger, soon. Wait a second...I think I might have just the right meal in mind."
