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December 9th

Today was totally crazy! I don't mean like Brittney-Brittney getting her own show crazy but Mr. Crocker starting a fairy hunting service crazy (you should've seen the commercial he aired. And I thought I had problems).

Basically what happened is Mr. Reynolds decided to try and improve his restaurant. He called everyone (me, Jack and Butch) in early so he could make the big announcement.

"We're going to have a reopening celebration!" he cheered.

"Uh, don't you have to close down to reopen?" I asked.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Mr. Reynolds answered. "I've hired some temporary crew members for tonight and if we're a hit we'll keep them full time! I also hired a clown for entertainment and I rented a bouncy castle!"

"Too bad you couldn't get Chip Skylark," I grumbled.

"Please, that pretty boy is so overrated," Jack commented with a snort.

I had enough of Jack's big mouth so I punched him on the arm. He let out a yelp and grabbed onto it as if it would fall off at any moment. Oh what I wouldn't give to be that strong.

"Ah! She hit me! Assault! Assault on a minor!"

"Jack, pipe down!" Mr. Reynolds barked, either not interested in his son's pain of having known him better by then. "Now, let's fire up the grills and get the fries cooking! Be ready for the greatest night in Yak in the Box history!"

Except that it wasn't the greatest night. To be honest it was a total disaster. None of the temporary crew members showed up which meant that the four of us had to cook for all of the customers, which just so happened to be about a hundred people! But that wasn't the worst part; the thing that ruined the whole night was the clown. About half an hour after we opened our doors a blue haired man with bright red lipstick wearing an indigo colored suit busted in, carrying a water gun.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am tonight's entertainment!" he greeted.

"Uh, why is the clown a Catman villain?" I asked Mr. Reynolds.

"Oh shoot, I think I called the wrong number," Mr. Reynolds said.

The clown looked in my direction and grinned.

"Hello beautiful," he greeted.

As flattering as that was, I still didn't like the attention. He REALLY was not my type. He continued grinning and walked over to me. Jack growled and got in between us.

"Hey, you stay away from my girl!" Jack warned.

"I am NOT your girl!" I yelled at Jack.

"Hey, wanna see a magic trick?" the clown asked, grabbing Jack by the collar of his shirt. "I can make this loser disappear!"

"Yes," I answered.

Jack glared at me and Mr. Reynolds ran over to the clown.

"Look, there's been a big misunderstanding. I meant to hire somebody more uh, child friendly."

"What are you saying?" the clown asked with a glare.

"I'm saying that I'd, uh, like you to leave…please."

The clown scowled and let Jack go.

"Fine! But you haven't heard the last of me!"

The clown then pulled out a small ball and threw it onto the ground, causing smoke to fill up the restaurant. Once the smoke cleared he was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Reynolds and the customers decided to forget the incident, as did I. Boy was that a mistake. Not long after he left the bouncy castle popped while a large group of kids were inside. Mr. Reynolds of course blamed the company but it had obviously been slashed with a knife. About half an hour later we got another shipment of yak meat, which we desperately needed. Just as we cooked up the meat and were ready to serve it, the speakers in the dining room stopped playing music.

"Hello folks, I hope you're enjoying everything tonight," a voice announced through the speakers. "Those yak burgers sure look good, don't they? Almost good enough to die for!"

My mouth dropped open in appall.

"So here's the deal: half of the burgers are just fine and the other half might contain something not so safe. The doors have been locked from the outside and the only way you'll get to leave is if everyone finishes their meal. So, I hope you're feeling lucky."

He cackled over the speakers and then music started playing again.

"Uh, okay everyone," Mr. Reynolds said, "just please stay calm."

At once everybody started to scream. They got out of their seats and grabbed chairs, using them to swing at the windows.

"HEY! STOP THAT!" Mr. Reynolds begged. "I JUST REPLACED THOSE!"

The glass gave way and shattered. With a new means of escape everyone left the restaurant, leaving just us four.

"Can we call the cops now?" I demanded.

Mr. Reynolds gave in and within minutes the police were on the scene. They questioned each of us and went over the security tapes. Apparently the guy that came to 'entertain' for us was an escaped mental patient. He was hanging around the dumpsters when the cops arrived and they arrested him on the spot. The only good thing that came from all of this is that the insurance is willing to pay for all the damages, but I doubt anyone will want to come back, which means I'll probably be out of a job soon. Christmas cannot come soon enough.

Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Later.

A/N: Things are just going from bad to worse for our red haired …heroine? Anyway I plan for things to pick up in the next chapter. Feel free to give me some feedback.