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The Snack Shop
by furrific1
Traditional Artist
12 years ago
Idea provided by:
Iasiney
Starring:
furrific1 as Tubby T
Featuring:
Cardia as Cardia Scott
Hey there. It’s Tubby T again and boy do I have a story for you.
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It’s 12/12/2007, my 25th birthday, and one of my nephews decides to throw me a small party. And when I say small, I mean that there wasn’t enough food to fill my gut. It wasn’t even close. I leave the place dissatisfied. As I drive away, I see my old friend, Cardia the chubby jackalope, at the bus. It is raining heavily and he has no umbrella to shield himself from the buckets of water falling upon him.
I immediately pull my car to the side of the street and call to him, “Need a ride?”
It takes a few seconds for him to realize it is me. When he does, he jogs over to my car and opens my passenger door.
“Hey, watch the roof,” I say as I warn him about his antlers.
Cardia replies, “I will, Trevor.” He gets into my silver coupe and continues, “Oh sorry. I hear they call you Tubby T now and I can see why. You’ve gotten a lot …” He makes air quotes, “tubbier” “… since I last saw you.”
I pat my terrific tummy and chuckle. Then, I resume to drive. I ask Cardia, “So how have you been? I can also see that your appetite is doing fine.”
“Well I’ve just been working. That’s where I’m leaving from,” he tells me.
I step on the brake at a red light. My belly growls pretty loud. I look at it and say, “Really? We just ate.” Then I turn to Cardia and ask, “Is there anywhere I can get something to eat around here?”
“No,” he answers, “That one of the things I hate about working around here. Speaking of hating my job, I would quit if I had a better job in line. Say T, do you know of any job leads? I know you have some fame.”
I laugh and say, “That I do, but I only work whenever this fat tiger is needed. Thought I made quite a bit of money, I’d like a bit of stability with employment.”
Cardia’s belly then growls. Embarrassed, he admits, “I need something to eat too.”
I look around the street for a store, restaurant, or something. I do not notice that the traffic light is now green. I then spot an abandoned storefront building. Suddenly, the rain stops and the sun shines brightly. I go, “Hmm …”
Cardia asks me, “What are you thinking about?”
“Look over there,” I tell him as I point toward the vacant building.
Cardia looks in the direction I point. He responds, “Oh yeah!”
A car behind us beeps its horn.
I park my car across the street from the building and think aloud, “I believe I have just enough money in my savings account to buy that place and turn it into the booming career endeavor I need.”
My jackalope friend clears his throat.
I turn to him and say, “And of course I’ll need someone to help me get it up and running.”
Cardia tells me, “Say no more.” He retrieve his cellular phone and calls his work place. After being on hold for five minutes, he gets his boss on the line. He says loud and clear, “This is Cardia Scott, sir. I just wanted to tell you that I ain’t comin’ to work no more.”
I can hear his boss say, “What?”
Cardia clarifies, “That means I quit.” He ends the call abruptly.
“Way to go, C,” I congratulate.
“Thanks T,” replies Cardia, “Now I have question: Will I be paid a salary or an hourly wage?”
I continue driving and smile as I say, “Good question.”
As I drive, I tell Cardia how it will cost me almost all my savings to build the business and that I will get on it the next morning. He asks to stay the night to discuss our new business. I agree and we go my two-story house to get a Chinese and Italian takeout dinner and a few dozen beers to celebrate our new partnership. We smile as stuff out faces with Chow Mein and Chicken Parmesan. We playfully poke each other’s growing bellies and continue to fill them bigger and bigger. After 3 hours of steadily eating, our food supply runs dry. I tell Cardia he can sleep in my guest room while I go to my room and just fall on my bed and sleep, above the covers with my now exposed bloated belly sticking in the air.
The next morning, I sleep way past my normal waking time of 7AM. At 9, Cardia comes up to my room and knocks. When he doesn’t get an answer, he enters my room to check on me. He finds my in the same position I was in when I fell asleep. He playfully hits my bare belly. I smile then opens my eyes.
“I knew that would get you up,” Cardia says and chuckles. He then get serious and continues, “Well, I didn’t quit my job last night for nothing. Isn’t there something you need to do?”
“That’s right,” I respond and I try to get out of bed. It takes me 3 times because of the weight of my gut.
I then go down stairs to my desk and I start calling. First I call the township to find out who owns the property in question. I then call my bank and find out how much money I have in my account. I learn I have only $236,120 left, down from the 500 grand I got for my failed television debut.
I think, “What happened to all my money?” I then realize I have my paws on my belly and I say aloud, “Oh, food is expense.”
Cardia overhears me in the living room and adds, “Yeah, especially with the amount you eat.”
I laugh and reply, “Shut up.”
I continued to make a call to the owner of the store. I offer him 125 grand. He argues that the storefront property is worth more. I tell him that I know exactly how much it’s really worth (bluff). He concedes and accepts my ‘generous’ offer. He tells me that he’ll meet me there with the keys and deed at noon.
Meanwhile, Cardia makes his way into my kitchen and spots my waffle iron, which give him the idea to make some waffles. I enter the kitchen and notices the stack of ten waffles on a plate.
I thank, “I appreciate you making breakfast for us.”
“Uh … Yeah … This is for us,” Cardia replies.
I sit and ferociously eat the waffles.
Cardia finishes eating, yet he never sits.
I continue to focus on my breakfast.
Cardia goes to wash his plate.
I looked away from my meal and to him. I say, “So today we are meeting with the owner to buy the place.”
Cardia washes his plate states, “I can’t believe we’re going into business together.”
“Neither can I,” I say as I finish my last waffle. Cardia tries to take my plate, but I take it back, wanting to lick all of the syrup from it. He takes the plate as I lick my sticky paws and face.
Cardia asks, “So when do we go?”
“At about lunch time,” I tell him.
We both go, “Mmm … lunch.”
TO BE CONTINUED …
IasineyStarring:
furrific1 as Tubby TFeaturing:
Cardia as Cardia ScottHey there. It’s Tubby T again and boy do I have a story for you.
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
It’s 12/12/2007, my 25th birthday, and one of my nephews decides to throw me a small party. And when I say small, I mean that there wasn’t enough food to fill my gut. It wasn’t even close. I leave the place dissatisfied. As I drive away, I see my old friend, Cardia the chubby jackalope, at the bus. It is raining heavily and he has no umbrella to shield himself from the buckets of water falling upon him.
I immediately pull my car to the side of the street and call to him, “Need a ride?”
It takes a few seconds for him to realize it is me. When he does, he jogs over to my car and opens my passenger door.
“Hey, watch the roof,” I say as I warn him about his antlers.
Cardia replies, “I will, Trevor.” He gets into my silver coupe and continues, “Oh sorry. I hear they call you Tubby T now and I can see why. You’ve gotten a lot …” He makes air quotes, “tubbier” “… since I last saw you.”
I pat my terrific tummy and chuckle. Then, I resume to drive. I ask Cardia, “So how have you been? I can also see that your appetite is doing fine.”
“Well I’ve just been working. That’s where I’m leaving from,” he tells me.
I step on the brake at a red light. My belly growls pretty loud. I look at it and say, “Really? We just ate.” Then I turn to Cardia and ask, “Is there anywhere I can get something to eat around here?”
“No,” he answers, “That one of the things I hate about working around here. Speaking of hating my job, I would quit if I had a better job in line. Say T, do you know of any job leads? I know you have some fame.”
I laugh and say, “That I do, but I only work whenever this fat tiger is needed. Thought I made quite a bit of money, I’d like a bit of stability with employment.”
Cardia’s belly then growls. Embarrassed, he admits, “I need something to eat too.”
I look around the street for a store, restaurant, or something. I do not notice that the traffic light is now green. I then spot an abandoned storefront building. Suddenly, the rain stops and the sun shines brightly. I go, “Hmm …”
Cardia asks me, “What are you thinking about?”
“Look over there,” I tell him as I point toward the vacant building.
Cardia looks in the direction I point. He responds, “Oh yeah!”
A car behind us beeps its horn.
I park my car across the street from the building and think aloud, “I believe I have just enough money in my savings account to buy that place and turn it into the booming career endeavor I need.”
My jackalope friend clears his throat.
I turn to him and say, “And of course I’ll need someone to help me get it up and running.”
Cardia tells me, “Say no more.” He retrieve his cellular phone and calls his work place. After being on hold for five minutes, he gets his boss on the line. He says loud and clear, “This is Cardia Scott, sir. I just wanted to tell you that I ain’t comin’ to work no more.”
I can hear his boss say, “What?”
Cardia clarifies, “That means I quit.” He ends the call abruptly.
“Way to go, C,” I congratulate.
“Thanks T,” replies Cardia, “Now I have question: Will I be paid a salary or an hourly wage?”
I continue driving and smile as I say, “Good question.”
As I drive, I tell Cardia how it will cost me almost all my savings to build the business and that I will get on it the next morning. He asks to stay the night to discuss our new business. I agree and we go my two-story house to get a Chinese and Italian takeout dinner and a few dozen beers to celebrate our new partnership. We smile as stuff out faces with Chow Mein and Chicken Parmesan. We playfully poke each other’s growing bellies and continue to fill them bigger and bigger. After 3 hours of steadily eating, our food supply runs dry. I tell Cardia he can sleep in my guest room while I go to my room and just fall on my bed and sleep, above the covers with my now exposed bloated belly sticking in the air.
The next morning, I sleep way past my normal waking time of 7AM. At 9, Cardia comes up to my room and knocks. When he doesn’t get an answer, he enters my room to check on me. He finds my in the same position I was in when I fell asleep. He playfully hits my bare belly. I smile then opens my eyes.
“I knew that would get you up,” Cardia says and chuckles. He then get serious and continues, “Well, I didn’t quit my job last night for nothing. Isn’t there something you need to do?”
“That’s right,” I respond and I try to get out of bed. It takes me 3 times because of the weight of my gut.
I then go down stairs to my desk and I start calling. First I call the township to find out who owns the property in question. I then call my bank and find out how much money I have in my account. I learn I have only $236,120 left, down from the 500 grand I got for my failed television debut.
I think, “What happened to all my money?” I then realize I have my paws on my belly and I say aloud, “Oh, food is expense.”
Cardia overhears me in the living room and adds, “Yeah, especially with the amount you eat.”
I laugh and reply, “Shut up.”
I continued to make a call to the owner of the store. I offer him 125 grand. He argues that the storefront property is worth more. I tell him that I know exactly how much it’s really worth (bluff). He concedes and accepts my ‘generous’ offer. He tells me that he’ll meet me there with the keys and deed at noon.
Meanwhile, Cardia makes his way into my kitchen and spots my waffle iron, which give him the idea to make some waffles. I enter the kitchen and notices the stack of ten waffles on a plate.
I thank, “I appreciate you making breakfast for us.”
“Uh … Yeah … This is for us,” Cardia replies.
I sit and ferociously eat the waffles.
Cardia finishes eating, yet he never sits.
I continue to focus on my breakfast.
Cardia goes to wash his plate.
I looked away from my meal and to him. I say, “So today we are meeting with the owner to buy the place.”
Cardia washes his plate states, “I can’t believe we’re going into business together.”
“Neither can I,” I say as I finish my last waffle. Cardia tries to take my plate, but I take it back, wanting to lick all of the syrup from it. He takes the plate as I lick my sticky paws and face.
Cardia asks, “So when do we go?”
“At about lunch time,” I tell him.
We both go, “Mmm … lunch.”
TO BE CONTINUED …
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