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Miranda: Hello, again! Katy's being a party-pooper and she's away somewhere, so I'm probably gonna write most of this chapter... We decided to give Joanne a bigger role than she normally gets in stories, because she is painfully ignored. What I find saddest is that I have as many Joanne icons as I do Benny icons! Poor Joanne :(

Benny: Hey, what about me? You only have like 5 Benny icons!

Miranda: But no one likes you! Well, we like you, but you're an ass a lot of the time.

Katy: -zips into the room with a can of soda and some papers trailing behind her- Sorry I'm late! I agree. We love you Benny, even if you're an ass!

Benny: Hmmph! -cries-

Miranda: -hugs- Don't cry, Benny, we HAD to kill you! It was a plot device! How else would they get so much money?

Benny: Fine, I forgive you

Miranda: Yaaaaaay! Oh, and I felt like doing it first person because I'm better at that, so it's from Joanne's POV, 'kay?

Katy: -is in a caffeine/sugar coma- Okey dokey... OH I just remembered. We should tell you we should tell you... Mimi kinda doesn't exist. Sorry.

A restaurant, all our own! That sounds fun! I nod when Collins asks if we agree, and a few seconds later, we've decided officially to open a restaurant. We begin to discuss how it's going to work.

"So..." I say, "What kind of restaurant is it gonna be?"

"Umm..." Angel replies, "The food kind? I dunno!"

"It has to have something special, so that people will want to come eat here; it can't just be generic," I tell her.

"Well," Collins says, "Maybe we should think of a name first, then base it around it!"

"No, that's stupid!" Maureen answers. "You have to name the restaurant after you decide what it's like!"

We argue for a while, until Mark cuts in. "I know the name," he says loudly, and we settle down. "Benny's."

"Yeah!" Roger says. "Then maybe people will think we're Denny's!"

"I know," Maureen shouts, stepping up onto the table, "It can be a form of protest against Denny's and their cheaply-made food! We can be the anti-Denny's!"

"That's a great idea!" Angel says. "We can make it look like Denny's... but not! Like, total opposite but still recognizable!"

"You guys," I say, "They could sue us for copyright infringement!"

"Well, we got enough money," Roger replies, "To counter the sueingness and stuff!"

"'Sueingness and stuff?'" Mark chuckles. "Very eloquent, Rog..."

"I'M NOT AN ELEPHANT!" Roger yells. Mark pats his shoulder comfortingly.

"Relax Rog, I said 'eloquent' not 'elephant.'" He smiles as Roger calms down, then blushes as he realizes that his hand is still on Roger's shoulder. He removes it quickly, and everyone laughs.

"So will we still call it Benny's?" Maureen asks. Collins looks to me, as if asking my permission.

"I guess. We'll just have to make sure it isn't too much like Denny's."

So now we've settled on a name. I offer to look for a space for rent that we can use. Mark asks to come with me to help, but Roger insists that he's needed there at the loft to help them figure out the menu.

Yeah. Sure.

Anyway, I'm sure there's a space for rent in that new shopping complex down the street. Yeah, a shopping complex is a bit on the corporate side, but it'll be worth it. I walk down there to scout out a good empty location and spy a cozy-looking little building right next door to a wig shop - Angel will like that factor. I jog up to get a closer look, and - yes! It's for rent! The door is open, so I go in to look around. A man is sitting on a chair nearby reading a newspaper, and he greets me and tells me to go ahead and look around. It definitely looks like it was built to be a little cafe. I'm in a waiting area with some built-in benches and a podium cemented to the ground. I walk into a large seating area and see a counter made up of large glass cases that is probably meant to be a little bakery. There's a hallway with a couple cemented-down payphones, two bathrooms, and a kitchen, which is where I go next. It's nice and large, with plenty of room to cook. There are ovens built into the walls and a few sinks, with lots of empty space for counters. There appears to be plenty of room for the chefs to work. Satisfied, I head back out to the waiting area again, and ask the man how much the rent would be. It's a good price, too! Perfect. I pull out my cell phone and call the loft.

"Speeeeeeeeeeeeak."

"Mark, Roger, Mo, Collins- Someone answer the phone! I found a place!"

"Hey pookie! The boys and Angel are brainstorming for the menu." Maureen answers quickly. "That's great! Where is it?"

"The shopping complex down the street. I talked to the guy here and he said we can rent it. It's so perfect- already set up to be a restaurant! You guys all need to come check it out though. Tell the boys - and Angel - to stop 'brainstorming' and get them out here now."

"Boooooooooys! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangel! We need to goooooooooooooooooooooo!" I could have done without the screeching. "'Kay, we'll be right there, pookie!" She hangs up before I can say anything. I sit on one of the benches and wait.

In a couple minutes, they're here, and all marveling at how utterly perfect the place is. "Look, Tom," Angel says to Collins, "There's a place where we can have a bakery! I've always loved to bake, and I have a bunch of my abuela's recipes!"

Meanwhile, Maureen is using the host's podium to give an impassioned speech about the degradation of restaurant quality in the past years since Denny's opened. I walk up behind her and lean my chin on her shoulder. "Do you like it, honeybear?" I ask.

"Pookie, it's PERFECT!" she squeals and gives me a kiss. I'm glad she's happy, and it seems that everyone else is, too. I arrange the first payment with the man at the table, whose name, I find out, is Jon Carson, exchange cell phone numbers, and write him a check, which I rip out of the checkbook and give to him. He leaves, leaving us to figure out the rest.