Hello!
I am so sorry that I haven't posted a chapter in so long! I had to take my four exams, I was forced into a spelling bee and I've felt really ill all week, so I haven't really felt like logging on. I'm really sorry guys, I just haven't been up to doing anything for almost a week. But I've done my best and I've finally got this chapter finished, so I really hope that you like it!
It had taken way longer than expected to get Tanner, Giggles and Struts set up with something to do whilst their friends were at work, but eventually Brady had gotten them all to sit still so that Mack could deal with her tutees. Brady was supervising Tanner and Giggles muddle through a video game and Struts was just slouched in an arm chair, reading her book again (what a surprise) as Mack's last appointment was packing up their things. If the bored middle school boy had finished his maths problem a minute earlier then the awkward situation that ensued when five of the Wet Side Story characters stumbled through the door looking like a bomb had been set off at their food stalls wouldn't have taken place. Just to add to the initial shock of seeing Butchy, Lela, Seacat, CheeChee and Rascal in the state that they were in, they were also home two and a half hours earlier than they were supposed to be. This did not look good from any angle.
Mack's mouth dropped open upon instinct and she was surprised that her eyes hadn't popped out of her head as soon as the five teens had moved into her line of vision. She was completely and utterly speechless. The 1960s teens realised how uncomfortable they'd made the situation as soon as they stepped through the door and instantly froze, each of their mouths slightly hanging open from the sheer embarrassment of being caught. Not only had they drawn Mack's attention to them, but also the attention of the middle school boy, who was looking at the group of dishevelled teens in the doorway like they were aliens.
"Uh, I'll go wait for my mom outside," he announced, slowly shoving his things into his backpack. But the whole time he kept his gaze fixated on the five teens as if they might disappear if he didn't keep an eye on them.
"Yeah, that'd probably be best," Mack agreed tersely, sending the teens such a stern glare that they all started to turn bright red. They were all still paralysed with shock too; none of them dared to move under Mack's icy stare.
The young boy slung his bag onto his back and got up from the table, warily eyeing the five messy teens as he wove between them to reach the door that they were currently blocking. Once it was safely closed behind him, Mack rose from her seat and steadily walked over to the five teens. She looked far too calm for any of the five teens to believe her act.
She was only a few inches away from them when Butchy dared to let out a greeting. "Hey Mack? How's yous goin'?"
"Get in there," Mack growled, pointing towards the living room, where Brady was keeping the three other 1960s teens under control.
All five teens shamefully traipsed into the living room, where they were met with four more expressions of pure shock.
"What are you doing back here so soon?"
"What's going on?"
"Watch were you're standing!"
"What happened to you all?"
Brady's last question seemed to be the most relevant of the bunch considering that all five of the teens looked disgraceful. Lela was covered head to toe in what looked like pastel slop that was dripping onto the floor around her feet and she looked like she was about to burst into tears. CheeChee's clothes and skin were splattered and smeared with cupcake batter and her hair, which Struts had teased into a pretty side-ponytail this morning, looked like a family of birds had nested there…a family of birds make from cupcake batter judging by the amount of icing that was lodged in there too. Whilst Butchy, Seacat and Rascal's appearances weren't quite as destroyed as the girls' were, they still looked like a war had broken out at the barbeque shack they were working at. Their hair and clothes were singed black, they had ash smudged across their faces and they all smelled vaguely like smoke.
"Uh…" Seacat trailed off, not really knowing how to express everything that had happened in the past hour simply.
"What do you think that you're doing?!" Mack barked, marching into the living room behind the five teens with an expression like the roaring blaze that Seacat, Butchy and Rascal looked like they had been caught in.
"Well wes is just standin' here at the moment," Butchy replied.
"Don't test me, Butchy," Mack warned. Thankfully, the biker boy got the message and shut up before Mack went through the roof. "I want an explanation," she demanded, her hands on her hips in her classic 'I'm really not pleased with you' pose. "And please don't tell me that it ends with you getting fired."
"Shall we not tell you then?" Rascal asked, earning an eye roll from an apparently rather grumpy CheeChee and a heavy sigh from Mack.
By the time that the early lunch time rush was starting to work its way into progress, the Wet Side Story teens were actually ready to do some real work. Cleaning grill plates and pre-scooping ice cream could only keep them occupied for so long. So when two girls, who looked around fourteen, shuffled up to the ice cream stall CheeChee and Lela practically pounced on them; their bright, customer service smiles at the ready.
"Hi, how can we help you?" Lela chirped, as she and CheeChee leant so far over the counter that they might as well have been on the other side of it. You could say that they were a little bit excited to have a customer.
The two girls just looked at each other and let out a burst of giggles, which they quickly tried to stifle. Eventually, the blonde one managed to control her laughter enough to step forward and speak. "Uh, are you two the girls that were singing here the other day?" she asked shyly whilst her friend was still tittering away beside her.
"Yeah, we are," Lela replied, straightening up a little bit as she shot the two girls a proud smile.
"You were really good," the blonde girl continued, almost embarrassed to be speaking to the two older girls.
"Aww, thank you," Lela smiled, clearly enjoying the praise from the girls.
"Are ya gonna order anythin' then?" CheeChee cut in, her gaze questioning yet her tone slightly aggressive.
"Uh, ok, sure," the blonde girl said, shooting her friend an unsure look before stepping closer to the counter to tell the girls what ice cream flavour she wanted.
Opposite the ice cream stall, in the barbecue shack, Seacat and Rascal were enviously watching the two biker girls serve their new customers. They were bored out of their mind; they'd barely had a single customer all day, well, apart from the two girls that Butchy was chatting up down the counter from them.
The two rivalling food stalls had set up a competition to see who could serve the most customers in a shift and so far the girls were winning by three, bearing in mind that Lela and CheeChee had only served four people so far. So when CheeChee chalked another stroke onto the tally chart at the bottom of the menu, Seacat shot his girlfriend a glare, which she happily responded to with a smug smile.
"How come they're getting all of the customers?" Seacat asked aloud, his eyes trained on his girlfriend despite trying to capture the attention of the surfer boy beside him.
"Maybe people just want ice cream more than ribs," Rascal innocently replied, not quite fully understanding how frustrated Seacat actually was. "And anyway, they haven't had that many customers."
"They've still had more than us," Seacat huffed in reply. He's so competitive it's ridiculous.
"Well they've had four and we've had two-"
"We've had one," Seacat cut in bluntly.
"What about those two girls down there?" Rascal asked, pointing to two dark haired brunettes perched on bar stools at the end of the counter.
"They haven't bought anything," Seacat said glumly.
"What are they still doing here then? It's been forty minutes."
"Butchy's chatting them up," Seacat replied. And upon him saying that, both surfer boys turned to look at the two girls, who began to flirtatiously giggle at something Butchy had said. Seacat just rolled his eyes at the trio before going back to staring intensely at the ice cream stall. Besides the fact that his friend's boyfriend was flirting with other girls behind her back, Seacat was just annoyed that Butchy hadn't done anything productive for at least the past hour.
"Shouldn't he…not be doing that?" Rascal awkwardly asked. "What does Coral think?"
"I doubt she knows…or cares to be honest," Seacat huffed in reply. "And I doubt Butchy cares either."
"You're really not in a good mood, are you?" Rascal said, to which Seacat just replied with a stare that basically said 'well duh'.
"We've got to beat them at their own game," Seacat continued, fixing his stare on the two biker girls again.
"What's their game?" Rascal asked.
"Let's watch and find out," Seacat replied.
By the time that Lela and CheeChee had covered the two young girls' orders, it was getting close to lunch time and the crowds of people were starting to filter into the area of food stalls. The only problem for the two biker girls was that none of them seemed interested in having ice cream for lunch. And the last thing that they wanted now was for the boys' barbeque shack to overtake them in the customer competition, so they needed a plan.
"How are wes gonna get them to come over here?" CheeChee asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the people mill around the cluster of tables in the middle of the collection of food stalls.
"Ooh, I have an idea!" Lela exclaimed after a moment's pause to think.
"What?"
"Do you remember how many people were crowded around here the other day when we were singing with the cups?" Lela asked, to which CheeChee responded with a nod. "Well what about we do that again?"
"What? Sing with cups?" CheeChee asked.
"Well maybe not, how about we just start singing along to the radio?" Lela suggested. "I mean we've done it enough already today just to ourselves, but this time we could actually like perform something. Plus it's what we're good at, why not utilise it?"
"I like the way ya think, Lela," CheeChee smirked. "The boys'll never see this comin'."
So Lela snuck over to the radio system that was hooked up to the speakers with a giggle and after a few seconds of figuring out how to work it, she turned the volume up. It looked like the girls were in luck; a song was just starting.
Radio Station: "Tarzan and Jane were swinging on a vine"
Lela & CheeChee: "Candyman, Candyman"
Radio Station: "Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine"
Lela & CheeChee: "Sweet sugar candyman"
Within the first few lines Lela and CheeChee had already grabbed the attention of some of the potential customers, much to their delight, including that of the two surfer boys in the establishment opposite them. So they decided to step it up even further. They hopped up onto the counter and swung their legs around to the other side before plopping down onto the sandy boardwalk. They then shot a group of guys around their age a flirty giggle and a wave, CheeChee even pushed it to a wink. And just like that, the guys were theirs. By the time they got to the second line of the verse each and every stool at the counter was occupied, but they weren't going to stop their performance so soon.
Lela: "Hey"
Lela & CheeChee: "I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man
A sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man"
Lela and CheeChee both had boyfriends and were perfectly happy with them, but that didn't stop them from flirting to the moon and back with these boys. And a little bit of harmless flirting to win a competition wouldn't be a problem, especially since the girls had no intention of giving the boys a second glance after their performance. So after dancing around their new customers and occasionally accompanying a line with a little twist (like when Lela walked her fingers up a guy's arm when the word 'arm' was mentioned), they decided to move on. Now that they had their customers, it was time to start actually serving them before they left. But they didn't stop singing, they decided to kill two birds with one stone and keep attracting the customers so that when on set left, another one came in.
Lela: "Oh yeah"
Lela & CheeChee: "He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man
A sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man"
Lela and CheeChee were sending out orders like a machine; well, a dancing machine. They'd go spinning along down the length of the counter sliding milkshakes and sundaes to the customers, all whilst singing along to the radio. Everything was working seamlessly and there were literally crowds of people around their humble ice cream stall. And just to top it all off, there was no one around at the boys' stall.
Lela & CheeChee: "He's a one stop shot, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man
A sweet talkin', sugar coated, candy man"
"What do they think that they're doing?" Seacat growled, glaring at the two singing biker girls as they wowed their customers into purchasing from them.
"They're singing to get attention," Rascal stated.
"That's not fair," Seacat retaliated, sounding a lot more childish than he had intended to.
"Well we didn't really make any rules so technically it is," Rascal replied.
"Fine, if they're going to sing then so are we," Seacat announced.
"We are?"
"Yeah, we need customers too 'cause in case you hadn't noticed, this place is kind of deserted," Seacat answered, already starting to march down to where Butchy was stood. "And anyway, I've gotta find some excuse to sing." And that's when he literally grabbed Butchy by the shoulders and steered him back down to the other end of the bar.
"Hey what do yous think yous is doin?'" Butchy barked as he was torn away from the two brunettes he had been 'getting to know'.
"We're going to sing," Seacat curtly explained.
"Wes is gonna what?" Butchy shot back. He was shocked to say the least.
"Lela and CheeChee are doing it and look how many customers they have," Seacat hissed, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the two dancing biker girls.
"Why do wes care about gettin' more customers?" Butchy asked. "I've got two perfectly good ones down there."
"They haven't bought a single thing," Seacat snapped, before taking a different approach in an attempt to get the biker boy to go along with his plan. "But think how impressed they would be if you sang to them?"
"No," Butchy said firmly, but Seacat could tell that he was starting to warm up to the idea.
"Fine, I'll do it myself," Seacat grumbled as he hopped over the counter. "We've got to get customers somehow; I am not letting CheeChee have something else to hold over my head. Rascal, make sure that the radio's on when I get back," he added.
Seacat stood there for a second, scanning the ever growing crowds for some possible people that he could entice over to the barbecue shack. It didn't take long for him to spot three teen girls with identical hairstyles, sunglasses and smoothies. They were all clearly eyeing up the various eateries in the area so if Seacat played his cards right then they'd be sat on barstools in no time.
"Hey, ladies. You looking for a place to eat?" he called, already making his way over to them.
All three girls' heads whipped in his direction as bright, white smiles grew on their faces. "Uh, yeah," one of them replied.
"Can I interest you in some barbecue food? It's all freshly cooked to order," Seacat said, rattling off the mandatory spiel that he had already committed to memory despite this only being his third day.
"We were just going to check out some of the other places first actually," the girl that had spoken earlier answered, shooting Seacat a sympathetic smile after she glanced over his shoulder to see his work place completely deserted.
"Ok, that's fine. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get all up in your grill," the surfer boy replied with a smirk.
"Was that supposed to be a joke?" another of the girls asked, trying way too hard to hide her smile.
"Yeah, sorry. It was a little cheesy, wasn't it?" Seacat continued, holding his hands up in surrender as the girls bombarded him with more stifled grins.
"You're pretty funny," the first girl admitted after a trace of a laugh escaped her mouth. "Got any more puns while you're at it? One about steak maybe?"
"Well I would but they're pretty rare to come by."
The second girl that had spoken let out a snort of a giggle at that one and followed it up with, "That was sear-iously good."
"Nice," Seacat chuckled, rewarding the girl with a high five.
"Yeah, it was pretty well done," the third girl said.
"I'm starting to think that talking to you was a mis-steak," Seacat chuckled, sending the girls into more giggle fits again.
"If you're such a charmer," the first girl started once her laughter had calmed down a little bit. "Then why is there no barbe-queue at your restaurant?"
"Why don't you come and change that?" Seacat suggested to the girls.
"Maybe we will," the first girl replied, matching Seacat's smirk as she and her two friends let out yet more breathy laughter.
And just like that, Seacat had bagged the three girls as customers. Now all he had to do once he got back to the barbecue shack was start up a musical number and the rest of the beach would be customers too. It was all so simple, wasn't it?
Rascal and Butchy owed him big time for this.
"Right then," Seacat announced to the three girls once they reached the counter. "What can I get you?"
"Your number," the second girl cut in with a flirty smile and a wink.
"How about no?" Seacat shot back with a chuckle, thinking that the girl was joking. She wasn't, and she didn't look too pleased with Seacat's answer. "Will you take a song instead though?"
"Huh?"
"Well I'm not going to give you my number, but I will sing for you instead," Seacat explained, silently praying that the girl agreed.
"You think you can get off with wasting our time by giving us a dodgy radio karaoke session after all of that flirting?" the first girl asked.
"Yeah, this had better be good," the third girl agreed.
"Ladies, don't worry, I promise it will be," Seacat grinned, the confidence that he was radiating was definitely not reflecting what he was actually feeling. "Come on, Rascal," he then called, grabbing his fellow surfer boy's attention. Rascal then cranked up the volume of the radio that he had set playing and Seacat just launched into the performance. But as soon as he started to casually click his fingers, the girl who had spoken first sent him a glare. But he managed to stay cool and just shot her back a grin. That's when he opened his mouth to sing and she definitely was not expecting the voice that Seacat had to come out. With Seacat's voice carrying the melody and Rascal's additional backup vocals, the three girls were shocked into being impressed. And to be honest they were more attracted to him than ever.
Seacat: "You put the boom-boom into my heart"
Rascal: "Do-do"
Seacat: "You send my soul sky high when your loving starts
A jitterbug into my brain"
Rascal: "Yeah-yeah"
Seacat: "It goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging me, something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
You left me sleeping in my bed
I was dreaming but"
Seacat & Rascal: "I should have been with you instead"
Seacat and Rascal's song was not the typical type of thing that a guy would sing to a girl to get them to love them. But strangely, it was still working really well. So well in fact that the two girls that Butchy had gone back to talking to were taking more notice of Seacat's 'cute dance moves' than him. And Butchy was not going to allow a surfer boy to out flirt him. So, Butchy went marching down the counter and climbed over it, eventually landing on the sand beside Seacat.
"What are you doing?" Seacat hissed, confused to say the least.
"Helpin' yous get attention," Butchy replied.
"Oh please, your girls have stopped swooning over you, haven't they?" Seacat said, reading Butchy's actions like a book.
"No, I just know that yous'll get more customers if I's is here," Butchy shot back with a warning glare.
"Sure," Seacat said sarcastically.
"Peoples can't resist me," Butchy said rather confidently.
"I know that I sure can," Seacat bickered.
"Look, surfer boy, yous knows that it'll look better if all three of us is singin'. So quit arguin' 'n just go with it."
"Fine," Seacat finally gave in. "We need someone like you anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Butchy asked, a wary yet warning look coming over his face.
"Someone that's not afraid to flirt behind his girlfriend's back," Seacat said coolly, know that he'd struck a nerve with Butchy; a nerve that was likely to make the biker boy want to punch Seacat's head in. But then again, the biker had already agreed to join in. So without hesitation, Seacat spun Butchy around to face the growing crowd and all three boys continued with the song.
Seacat, Rascal & Butchy: "Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not planning on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go whoa
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high yeah, yeah"
Just as Seacat was getting ready to sing the next verse to the crowds of people that were now flocking in their direction, Butchy jumped in to take the line before he could so that he could win back the affection of the two girls he had become so defensive over.
Butchy: "Yous takes the grey skies out of my way"
Rascal: "Do do"
But Seacat wasn't going to let Butchy take over the song so easily...
Seacat: "You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day"
Butchy: "Yous turned a bright spark into a flame"
Rascal: "Yeah, yeah"
Seacat: "My beats per minute never been the same"
While Seacat and Butchy's musical bickering was becoming rather amusing to the crowd, the two 1960s teens weren't in on the joke. Butchy was still mad at Seacat for what he said and Seacat was mad at Butchy because he was too focused on chatting up girls instead of working the crowd to get business. But nonetheless, they continued the song...they were just aiming the performance at different people.
Seacat & Butchy: "'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be alright"
Seacat, Butchy & Rascal: "Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not planning on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go whoa
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high"
Seacat: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby"
By now the boys had plenty of customers, so, like the girls had done, they started to take in the orders. And everything was working really well for both sets of teens...until things started to go wrong at the ice cream shop.
Lela and CheeChee were swamped with orders by the time that the boys started singing, which was not a good sign for them. They couldn't afford to lose all of their customers now, especially since they were working too hard to keep performing. Not only had the boys started to distract the girls' customers, but it had started to distract Lela and CheeChee too, which was not a good thing considering that they were two teens from the 1960s trying to work big, modern confectionary machines.
The first thing that went wrong was with Lela. She was too busy watching her brother do a backflip mid-song to realise that she had completely over-swirled the soft-serve cone she was supposed to be serving to a grouchy little boy. She only noticed it when the ice cream spilled over the side and started to settle onto her hand. Alarmed, she reached up to stop the machine, but to her horror found that the lever was stuck. She frantically tried hitting it because by now the ice cream was completely swamping the wafer cone, which she ended up squashing from sheer panic. Because Lela didn't really understand how Mack's blender worked, it was kind of a stretch to expect her to know how to work this monstrous soft-serve machine. It towered a good foot above her and had around thirty different buttons and settings, which a very distressed Lela tested in an attempt to shut off the machine. By now all four of the ice cream nozzles were churning out pastel snakes that were melting down the side of the machine and creating a puddle at her feet, which just got Lela into more of a state.
"CheeChee! Can I get some help over here?!" Lela cried after hearing the grumbles of waiting customers.
CheeChee looked up from the electric mixer that she was whipping up some more vanilla icing in to see Lela on the verge of tears, frantically cupping her hands under the ice cream nozzles in a weak attempt to prevent the ice cream waterfall that had already been created.
"Lela!" CheeChee hissed, in complete and utter shock.
"Help me!" Lela pleaded.
And CheeChee did genuinely try. But because she too had been so distracted by the boys' performance, her hair had gotten caught up in the mechanism of the electric whisk she was stood by. Thankfully it had only happened a split second before CheeChee had switched off the mixer, so CheeChee had managed to keep her scalp. But that didn't mean that she wasn't still attached to the mixer. As she moved to rush over to Lela, she was tugged back by her hair, which she quickly discovered was now speckled with vanilla icing and was well and truly stuck.
"Lela, I think I need some help of my own!" CheeChee squealed, frantically tugging at her hair.
"What do you-?" Lela started, but as soon as she turned around to see CheeChee's head practically glued to the side of the machine her eyes filled with horror. "CheeChee!" And then as she moved, her foot slipped on the melted ice cream and she skidded and eventually crumpled into a heap on the floor.
The girls couldn't panic in peace though, because across at the barbeque shack the boys had picked up on their rather peculiar behaviour. Well, it wasn't really hard to considering that Lela had literally started screaming at this point.
"What the-" Butchy started, gawping at his sister instead of focusing on squirting the mustard onto the hotdog he was supposed to be serving, which now was practically swimming in it.
"Oh my god," Seacat murmured, watching at the biker girls' ice cream shop descended into chaos.
"Looks like they's gots some serious problems," Butchy snickered.
But as Seacat turned to grab another burger from the grill, he noticed that Rascal was paying next to no attention to the items of food that he was supposed to be cooking (like Seacat and Butchy, he was too busy gawking at the panicking biker girls). But because of the surfer boy's lack of awareness, the tea-towel that he had draped over his forearm was sitting on the grill and catching at the flames.
"I think we've got some pretty big problems of our own," Seacat piped up, his eyes widening in horror as the flames crept up the fabric. He raced over to the grill and whacked the tea-towel off Rascal's arm. The surfer boy looked shocked at first but as soon as he followed Seacat's line of sight and saw the smouldering cloth encased in flames he shot his friend an extremely grateful look.
"Thanks man, that was close," Rascal breathed.
"What are you talking about? It's still on fire!" Seacat cried, motioning to the bundle of charred fabric, whose flames were growing higher by the second.
"What?!" Butchy shouted, flying into a state of panic as soon as he heard the word 'fire'. "Put it out!"
"Already on it!" Rascal hollered back, starting to blow out the flames by flapping another tea towel over the blaze.
"Are you insane?!" Seacat practically screamed at the surfer boy, making him jump out of his skin.
"What?"
"Oxygen feeds a fire, you idiot!"
But by now it was too late, the flames had already started to creep up the wooden back wall and were working their way into the straw thatching that made up the roof. It really wasn't a good design for the building considering that there was an open flame there at all times.
"We are so dead," Rascal murmured as the customers started fleeing the shack in terror.
"I never would have guessed," Seacat shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Why are yous twos just standin' there?" Butchy asked, grabbing the removable nozzle from the sink and firing it at the blaze. "At least I'm tryin' to help."
"Are you trying to get us killed?!" Seacat bellowed, snatching the nozzle out of Butchy's hands. "Squirting water on electrics is not exactly going to help us!"
And with that, a piece of burning straw from the roof fell to the floor beside the three boys. How could the situation possibly get any worse? Oh wait, their boss came back from stocking up on food. And seeing his restaurant literally burning to the ground was not exactly the best thing in the world...so I'm sure that you can picture how he reacted towards the boys.
And with the two biker girls' ice cream shop still in disarray, their boss wasn't too pleased to see his restaurant completely trashed. Well, hear his restaurant be trashed. Lela's screaming hadn't exactly been a great sign. So the two sets of teens suffered the same fate and that's why they were sat in Mack's living room right now, looking very guilty indeed.
"So really, it ain't as bad as yous thought, right?" Butchy piped up once everyone had finished explaining what had happened.
"Butchy," Lela quietly scolded. This really was not the right time to be sarcastic.
"Nice try," Mack sighed, shooting the biker boy a false smile.
"Well, we only had one day left anyway," CheeChee said calmly, trying to look on the positive side. She had hated having to work anyway, so this wasn't really a terrible thing in her eyes.
"Oh, so that makes it all fine then, doesn't it?!" Mack said sarcastically, internally freaking out because the Wet Side Story teens had destroyed another two stores.
"Mack, we're really sorry," Lela said, turning on her puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh, it's fine," Mack sighed, giving in to Lela's apology as she got up to leave. She definitely needed some time alone, but when Brady got up to follow her she didn't object. Anyway, there was nothing that she could do about the 1960s teens now, they'd already been fired. It just really sucked that all of the movie characters had lost the jobs that she and Brady had worked so hard to get them. Oh wait...not all of them.
There you go! I really hope that you liked it!
So, even more of the Wet Side Story characters have been fired. It's not working out so well for them, is it? But which ones are still left with jobs?
It's a pretty long chapter to make up for how long I've been gone, so I hope that that's made it up to you a bit!
The two songs I included sections from in this chapter are Candyman by Christina Aguilera and Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham (but both versions of the songs that I used are by the Glee cast). I thought that it would be fun to get the Wet Side Story characters singing at work since that's pretty much all that they do back home, so I hope that you didn't mind me including a few songs!
I didn't get any feedback about possibly making a Tumblr account but don't worry, that's ok. I wasn't really expecting any and I didn't think that it would be a popular idea, so I think that I'll just leave it for now.
I'll start working on the next chapter as soon as I start feeling better, which will hopefully be soon because being ill really sucks. It's been awful. But I'm starting to make a recovery so hopefully it shouldn't be too long until the next chapter. I can't promise anything though.
Anyway, thank you for the lovely reviews from last chapter. I really appreciate them and I hope that you had a lovely Easter if you celebrated! Thank you so much for reading!
-cherrygorilla