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This is story number fifty. Whoohoo! Finally!
Chad and Elizabeth
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
Chad groaned as he lifted another carton onto the storage room shelf. He opened it and began to unpack the bottles of tartar sauce. Tomorrow was the grand opening day for the seafood restaurant he owned. Chad smiled at the shock on his friends' faces when he told them about his idea for the restaurant. They just couldn't understand how working…no, slaving…for those sea creatures at the aquarium could make him begin to hate them. And the final nail on the coffin had been him finding his mermaid girlfriend of five year in bed with an octopus. Chad hadn't noticed that the creature had its tentacles around Marina's neck or that she was struggling to get away. He just surfaced and tore off his scuba mask in anger.
Chad began to unpack the next carton when a knock came to the door. "We're closed!" he called as he looked out of the storage room. He could barely make out a teenage girl.
"Please, Mister!" pleaded Z. This looked like a fancy enough restaurant. There had to be money in the place.
Chad sighed and went to the door. "I said we're closed. It's almost midnight, go home!"
Z narrowed her eyes. So, this is how she needed to play it. "But, Mister, I don't have a home," she whined in her most pitiful voice. "I can't find a bathroom anywhere and I really need to go! Please?" She began to jump around in fake desperation.
Chad sighed and opened the door. After all, he still had his morpher. If this kid caused any trouble, he could whack her with it. "Fine, just be quick."
Z headed into the restroom and divided herself into three more Z's. She sent the clones out to search the restaurant. Luckily, the old fart was too busy kissing his fillet knives to notice the extra Z's sneaking past him.
"Okay!" announced Chad ten minutes later, unaware of the Z who as emptying the silverware into a sack. "That's long enough! I really need you out of here so I can close up!"
"Damn!" thought Z who had been stalling while her doppelgangers searched the place. They still hadn't found any real money. The cash register one Z had smashed open with a sledgehammer had been completely empty. "Sorry," she said weakly as she passed Chad after leaving the restroom. "I think I passed out or something. I guess that's what happens when you haven't eaten in three days."
"Oh, you poor thing!" exclaimed Chad. "Here," he said as he shoved Z into a chair. "Let me make you something. Maybe you could even recommend my restaurant to your friends." The fact that this girl's friends had no money didn't occur to him.
"Sure, mister!" replied Z eagerly. Great, not only was she going to get all this guy's valuables, she was also going to get a free meal. Screw Jack and his 'steal only what you need' crapola. Glop! Glop! Z frowned at the pile of fish guts and eyes that landed in front of her. "Ewww…"
"My specialty," explained Chad. "All the five star restaurants in Europe are serving this to their rich customers. It's very trendy."
"Really?" asked Z. It couldn't be as bad as it looked if those rich snobs ate it. Maybe even that blonde haired show-off pop-star who occasionally signed autographs just outside of SPD ate it. Besides, it looked better than the meals Piggy occasionally provided for her from his favorite garbage cans.
"You know," said Chad as he began to clean up the pans. "I really hope I get a lot of customers when this restaurant opens tomorrow. I can't wait to start making some real money."
"Uh, huh," replied Z as she choked down another bite. If this is how rich people ate, she'd rather be poor. Maybe she could convince Jack to donate the stuff they stole to other needy people.
"Yeah, too bad your friends over there are wasting their time." He nodded his head towards the next room.
Z looked over and saw her three clones carrying a large safe. Then she saw one clone drop the safe on another clone's foot. Then she saw the injured clone punch the clumsy clone. Then she saw the two clones attack the third clone who was laughing and calling them names. Then, as the clones rolled on the floor, pounding each other, she noticed that the safe had burst open, and was completely empty.
"What a shame," sighed Chad. "I really was hoping to use that safe for when the money started rolling in."
Z jumped out of her chair. "I can explain….those are just my evil uh, quadruplet sis…..ohhhhhhh….." she moaned as she covered her mouth and ran back into the restroom.
"I guess my rotten fish guts meal isn't a hit, huh?" asked Chad as he heard the violent retching. "I guess you'll think twice before trying to steal…hey!" he shouted as he saw a strange man hanging a sign on the door. "What do you mean closed by the Health Department! That's not what I'm serving tomorrow! Come back and I'll show you the real menu!" He ran out the door and down the street after the man's car. "Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
A/N- Finally, number fifty. This was my two hundredth pairing. This set took me more than two years to complete. My first set of stories only took me a little over one year. I'm really slowing down. I should really get a life and stop writing these but…nah…they're just too much fun.
Anyway, this set is now going to get retired with the other ones. The next pairing will start my fifth set of stories – the title of which I have not yet decided on. Thanks for reading. And thanks to those who take the time to review. I really do appreciate it.
