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The Snack Shop 2
by furrific1
Traditional Artist
12 years ago
Idea provided by:
Iasiney
Starring:
furrific1 as Tubby T
Featuring:
Cardia as Cardia Scott
Special Guest Star:
TerryChubFox as himselfIt’s Tubby T again with the more of my last story.
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So where was I? Oh yes. After breakfast, I rub my belly as I surf the internet to find vendors for our new business. My friend/new business partner, Cardia, the chubby jackalope, cleans the mess from our meal. As I type away and view a few of the websites, he walks by me and glances at my computer screen.
“Those look good. We should sell them,” Cardia suggests.
“I’ll decide which snacks we will sell,” I sternly tell him, “However, I do agree. But first, I have to go see what condition the building’s in and determine how much work need to be done to it.”
“You sound very business-oriented. You seem to know everything you need to do,” Cardia compliments.
“It’s just common sense,” I reply, “Speaking of sense, my sense of time tells me that I have to get ready to go meet that fur about buying that building.”
Cardia says, “Correction: WE have to go meet that fur.”
“You’re right C,” I tell him, “Grab your coat and let’s go.”
Cardia seems to have a bit of trouble putting on his coat.
I chuckle quietly.
Once he finally gets it on his back, I see that Cardia has outgrown it a bit. No wonder he had trouble putting his coat on. Anywho, we go to my car and drive to vacant building. We arrive at about quarter to twelve. We see the chubby fox owner using a drill to remove the board from the front entrance. Vibrations from the tool made ripples throughout his flabby furry body. I chuckled as I nudged Cardia, who joined in with light laughter.
The fox turns his head and says, “Oh, you’re here, Mr. Simpson. I am Terry Jones, the owner of this place.”
“Just call me Tubby T,” I tell him and shake his hand. Then I introduce, “And this is my business partner, Cardia Scott.”
Cardia shakes his hand and says, “Pleasure to meet you.”
I then continue, “I am prepared to write you a check for 120 thousand dollars …” I try to deceive him.
Terry interrupts me and corrects, “No sir. You offered me 125 thousand dollars.”
I then reply, “Oh yeah right, but I need to see what condition this place is in.”
“Well just follow me and please watch your step,” Terry says as he gives Cardia and I flashlights. We walk behind him into the darkness of the building.
Cardia wonders, “What is that charred smell?” He and I began to shine the light around the place.
Terry nervously discloses, “You see, this used to be a restaurant that I owned. One day, the kitchen caught fire. Luckily, no fur was hurt. Although the outside was not damaged, the inside was completely compromised. I decided not to reopen when I collected the insurance money. Instead, I went into the automotive business and opened a garage across town. I would’ve stayed in the restaurant business, but it took its toll on my waistline.” The owner pats his furry gut.
While I attentively listen to the fox’s story, Cardia uses his flash light to get a better look at the place. “Hmm …,” he goes.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“This place has a lot of potential,” Cardia notes.
“Potential you say?” I wonder.
“Well, this was a restaurant,” Cardia begins.
“That is what I just said,” sarcastically responds Terry.
Disregarding Terry’s reply, Cardia continues, “Instead of just a snack shop, we can make it a dine-in snack shop where furs can meet with other furs and sit to have conversations.”
“I get what you’re saying,” I tell Cardia, “And as they converse, they’ll eat and then they’ll realize they’ve ran out of snacks …”
“And they’ll buy more and more snacks,” Cardia instantly finishes my statement.
“This sounds like a great idea,” Terry compliments, “Are you still looking for investors?”
I tell the fat fox, “Unfortunately, we’re not.” I’m interrupted by the loud noise of my hungry belly.
Cardia and Terry laugh at me.
Terry says, “That reminds me. I’m past due for a lunch break.”
“Want some company?” asks Cardia.
“Where are you going?” I wonder.
“A burger shop not too far from here,” Terry tells us.
“Alright, we’ll meet you there with the check,” I say to Terry.
Terry goes to his pickup while Cardia and I go to my silver coupe. Cardia carefully enters the car, not scraping my roof with his antlers. Terry drives out of the parking lot and I follow him. We drive about 3 miles on a deliberate route to the burger joint. As we go inside, I offer to pay for the meal. Cardia offers to go to the cashier for us. Terry and I look at each other and he tells Cardia to get him 6 cheeseburgers, 4 orders of fries, and 3 extra-large strawberry sodas. I take it as a challenge and so does Cardia. We triple his order. I give Cardia my credit card.
20 minutes later, our orders are finally ready. Cardia makes 5 trips from the counter to our table to give Terry and me our food. As I eat at a faster than normal pace, I glance to Terry, who devours his burgers in 3 bites apiece. It was incredible. Before I could eat half of my food, Terry had eaten more than 3 quarters of his. I then glance over to Cardia and he eats faster than both of us yet he is smaller. The jackalope now sports a belly 4 times its normal size while Terry’s gut has more than tripled in size. Unfortunately, my appetite suddenly left me, possibly due to my breakfast. I concede and decide to take my food with me, while Terry and Cardia finishes their food with hardly a problem.
After near an hour of eating, we all go back outside and meet at my car. Using my car to write upon, the now huge-bellied Terry signs over the deed while I write him a check for 125 thousand dollars. We shake hands and taps each other’s belly. Terry then goes back to his truck and squeezes into the driver’s seat. Once he finally gets into his car, Terry drives away from us. I laugh and the look over to Cardia, who has a blank expression on his face. I nudge him and he tells me of his thoughts of our new store. He also imagines the many changes he’ll make to the building.
I say to Cardia, “You must have big plans for our new building.”
“Do I,” happily agrees Cardia.
“Okay Mr. Project Manager,” I quickly reply.
“What?” wonders Cardia, “Do you mean it?”
I nod and say, “You have better vision for the site than I. Do whatever you want. I will support your every decision financially, just as long as it follows a 75-thousand-dollar budget.”
“Wow. Thanks T for having faith in me,” Cardia says appreciatively, “I definitely won’t let you down.”
“I hope not, but for not just my sake, but yours as well,” I seriously tell him.
“My sake?” Cardia asks me concerned, “Why my sake?”
“You wanted to know how you’d be paid,” I say, “You’ll get 50% of the net profit.”
“Net profit?” Cardia wonders to himself. It not long before he realizes it and goes, “Alright deal.”
“I’ll act as Chief Financial Officer, while you’ll be Chief Executive Officer,” I explain, “I’ll also be the accountant. As the business grows, we’ll hire more employees and I’ll need to do payroll and such.”
Cardia just nods as we ride down the street. We go back to my house as 3 o’clock. Cardia borrows my car to make a supermarket run to get the thing he needs for the dinner he wants to prepare for me for giving him what he calls the ‘opportunity of a lifetime’. I’m flattered by his appreciation to near embarrassment. While he shops, I take to the internet and continue my vendor search, after finding a few, my tiger tummy growl. I instantly become hungry again. I start to eat my leftover lunch, but it didn’t ease my humongous hunger. I impatiently stare at the front door, hungrily awaiting the arrival of Cardia. Just as I take my attention off of the door. It opens and I leave my seat in order to help him with the few bags he carried into the house.
Cardia then goes straight to my kitchen where he begins to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, I type away on my computer, now searching for a good construction crew that will bring the store back up to code. As I read the screen, delicious aromas radiate from the kitchen. It takes every ounce of will power I have to prevent myself from going into the kitchen. Of course, I identify the smells as lasagna, corn on the cob, baked BBQ chicken, T-bone steak, mixed veggies, and garlic bread. Happiness begins to overwhelm me and my belly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leave my seat and walk into the kitchen. Before I enter, Cardia stands at the doorway, holding a slice of garlic bread. He gives it to me and I nom on it. He hands me a second slice and instructs me to return to my computer. I do as he says.
About ten minutes later, Cardia finishes setting the table and he calls me, “Time for dinner, T.”
I don’t think I’ve ever moved that fast in my life. I feel that hungry.
As I began to load my plate with large portions of the various food, Cardia does the same. He then says, “I made this extravagant meal as a part of my appreciation.”
“Mmhmm,” I go as I continuously cram more and more food into my maw.
“Is it good?” Cardia asks me.
“Delicious,” I tell him as my shirt gets tighter and starts to ride up my more spherical belly. I glance over to Cardia. His belly has grown a bit too, but not as much as mine for he has eaten as much as me.
“I’m glad you like it,” Cardia says, “You know, you could have meals like this all the time.”
I take a pause from scarfing food down my throat and reply, “Go on.”
Cardia explains, “You see now that I’ve quit my job, I don’t have any more income and we won’t get our business up and running for at least two months.”
I finish off another ear of corn and respond, “Say no more. You can stay with me until we start making good profits.” I then continue to gorge myself, leaving no leftovers. 30 minutes pass, and the meal is now complete. I cannot remember the last time I ate so much. I start to moan from the bit of discomfort I have. I lift my shirt and lean back in my chair, pushing forward my gigantic belly.
Cardia then gets up from the table, walk over to me, and begins to rub my swollen gut.
I look at him and smile. The belly rubs bring some comfort. I then ask, “So, what do you plan to name the store?”
Cardia rubs my furry tummy in gentle circular motions and replies, “Tubby’s.”
IasineyStarring:
furrific1 as Tubby TFeaturing:
Cardia as Cardia ScottSpecial Guest Star:
TerryChubFox as himselfIt’s Tubby T again with the more of my last story.////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
So where was I? Oh yes. After breakfast, I rub my belly as I surf the internet to find vendors for our new business. My friend/new business partner, Cardia, the chubby jackalope, cleans the mess from our meal. As I type away and view a few of the websites, he walks by me and glances at my computer screen.
“Those look good. We should sell them,” Cardia suggests.
“I’ll decide which snacks we will sell,” I sternly tell him, “However, I do agree. But first, I have to go see what condition the building’s in and determine how much work need to be done to it.”
“You sound very business-oriented. You seem to know everything you need to do,” Cardia compliments.
“It’s just common sense,” I reply, “Speaking of sense, my sense of time tells me that I have to get ready to go meet that fur about buying that building.”
Cardia says, “Correction: WE have to go meet that fur.”
“You’re right C,” I tell him, “Grab your coat and let’s go.”
Cardia seems to have a bit of trouble putting on his coat.
I chuckle quietly.
Once he finally gets it on his back, I see that Cardia has outgrown it a bit. No wonder he had trouble putting his coat on. Anywho, we go to my car and drive to vacant building. We arrive at about quarter to twelve. We see the chubby fox owner using a drill to remove the board from the front entrance. Vibrations from the tool made ripples throughout his flabby furry body. I chuckled as I nudged Cardia, who joined in with light laughter.
The fox turns his head and says, “Oh, you’re here, Mr. Simpson. I am Terry Jones, the owner of this place.”
“Just call me Tubby T,” I tell him and shake his hand. Then I introduce, “And this is my business partner, Cardia Scott.”
Cardia shakes his hand and says, “Pleasure to meet you.”
I then continue, “I am prepared to write you a check for 120 thousand dollars …” I try to deceive him.
Terry interrupts me and corrects, “No sir. You offered me 125 thousand dollars.”
I then reply, “Oh yeah right, but I need to see what condition this place is in.”
“Well just follow me and please watch your step,” Terry says as he gives Cardia and I flashlights. We walk behind him into the darkness of the building.
Cardia wonders, “What is that charred smell?” He and I began to shine the light around the place.
Terry nervously discloses, “You see, this used to be a restaurant that I owned. One day, the kitchen caught fire. Luckily, no fur was hurt. Although the outside was not damaged, the inside was completely compromised. I decided not to reopen when I collected the insurance money. Instead, I went into the automotive business and opened a garage across town. I would’ve stayed in the restaurant business, but it took its toll on my waistline.” The owner pats his furry gut.
While I attentively listen to the fox’s story, Cardia uses his flash light to get a better look at the place. “Hmm …,” he goes.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“This place has a lot of potential,” Cardia notes.
“Potential you say?” I wonder.
“Well, this was a restaurant,” Cardia begins.
“That is what I just said,” sarcastically responds Terry.
Disregarding Terry’s reply, Cardia continues, “Instead of just a snack shop, we can make it a dine-in snack shop where furs can meet with other furs and sit to have conversations.”
“I get what you’re saying,” I tell Cardia, “And as they converse, they’ll eat and then they’ll realize they’ve ran out of snacks …”
“And they’ll buy more and more snacks,” Cardia instantly finishes my statement.
“This sounds like a great idea,” Terry compliments, “Are you still looking for investors?”
I tell the fat fox, “Unfortunately, we’re not.” I’m interrupted by the loud noise of my hungry belly.
Cardia and Terry laugh at me.
Terry says, “That reminds me. I’m past due for a lunch break.”
“Want some company?” asks Cardia.
“Where are you going?” I wonder.
“A burger shop not too far from here,” Terry tells us.
“Alright, we’ll meet you there with the check,” I say to Terry.
Terry goes to his pickup while Cardia and I go to my silver coupe. Cardia carefully enters the car, not scraping my roof with his antlers. Terry drives out of the parking lot and I follow him. We drive about 3 miles on a deliberate route to the burger joint. As we go inside, I offer to pay for the meal. Cardia offers to go to the cashier for us. Terry and I look at each other and he tells Cardia to get him 6 cheeseburgers, 4 orders of fries, and 3 extra-large strawberry sodas. I take it as a challenge and so does Cardia. We triple his order. I give Cardia my credit card.
20 minutes later, our orders are finally ready. Cardia makes 5 trips from the counter to our table to give Terry and me our food. As I eat at a faster than normal pace, I glance to Terry, who devours his burgers in 3 bites apiece. It was incredible. Before I could eat half of my food, Terry had eaten more than 3 quarters of his. I then glance over to Cardia and he eats faster than both of us yet he is smaller. The jackalope now sports a belly 4 times its normal size while Terry’s gut has more than tripled in size. Unfortunately, my appetite suddenly left me, possibly due to my breakfast. I concede and decide to take my food with me, while Terry and Cardia finishes their food with hardly a problem.
After near an hour of eating, we all go back outside and meet at my car. Using my car to write upon, the now huge-bellied Terry signs over the deed while I write him a check for 125 thousand dollars. We shake hands and taps each other’s belly. Terry then goes back to his truck and squeezes into the driver’s seat. Once he finally gets into his car, Terry drives away from us. I laugh and the look over to Cardia, who has a blank expression on his face. I nudge him and he tells me of his thoughts of our new store. He also imagines the many changes he’ll make to the building.
I say to Cardia, “You must have big plans for our new building.”
“Do I,” happily agrees Cardia.
“Okay Mr. Project Manager,” I quickly reply.
“What?” wonders Cardia, “Do you mean it?”
I nod and say, “You have better vision for the site than I. Do whatever you want. I will support your every decision financially, just as long as it follows a 75-thousand-dollar budget.”
“Wow. Thanks T for having faith in me,” Cardia says appreciatively, “I definitely won’t let you down.”
“I hope not, but for not just my sake, but yours as well,” I seriously tell him.
“My sake?” Cardia asks me concerned, “Why my sake?”
“You wanted to know how you’d be paid,” I say, “You’ll get 50% of the net profit.”
“Net profit?” Cardia wonders to himself. It not long before he realizes it and goes, “Alright deal.”
“I’ll act as Chief Financial Officer, while you’ll be Chief Executive Officer,” I explain, “I’ll also be the accountant. As the business grows, we’ll hire more employees and I’ll need to do payroll and such.”
Cardia just nods as we ride down the street. We go back to my house as 3 o’clock. Cardia borrows my car to make a supermarket run to get the thing he needs for the dinner he wants to prepare for me for giving him what he calls the ‘opportunity of a lifetime’. I’m flattered by his appreciation to near embarrassment. While he shops, I take to the internet and continue my vendor search, after finding a few, my tiger tummy growl. I instantly become hungry again. I start to eat my leftover lunch, but it didn’t ease my humongous hunger. I impatiently stare at the front door, hungrily awaiting the arrival of Cardia. Just as I take my attention off of the door. It opens and I leave my seat in order to help him with the few bags he carried into the house.
Cardia then goes straight to my kitchen where he begins to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, I type away on my computer, now searching for a good construction crew that will bring the store back up to code. As I read the screen, delicious aromas radiate from the kitchen. It takes every ounce of will power I have to prevent myself from going into the kitchen. Of course, I identify the smells as lasagna, corn on the cob, baked BBQ chicken, T-bone steak, mixed veggies, and garlic bread. Happiness begins to overwhelm me and my belly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leave my seat and walk into the kitchen. Before I enter, Cardia stands at the doorway, holding a slice of garlic bread. He gives it to me and I nom on it. He hands me a second slice and instructs me to return to my computer. I do as he says.
About ten minutes later, Cardia finishes setting the table and he calls me, “Time for dinner, T.”
I don’t think I’ve ever moved that fast in my life. I feel that hungry.
As I began to load my plate with large portions of the various food, Cardia does the same. He then says, “I made this extravagant meal as a part of my appreciation.”
“Mmhmm,” I go as I continuously cram more and more food into my maw.
“Is it good?” Cardia asks me.
“Delicious,” I tell him as my shirt gets tighter and starts to ride up my more spherical belly. I glance over to Cardia. His belly has grown a bit too, but not as much as mine for he has eaten as much as me.
“I’m glad you like it,” Cardia says, “You know, you could have meals like this all the time.”
I take a pause from scarfing food down my throat and reply, “Go on.”
Cardia explains, “You see now that I’ve quit my job, I don’t have any more income and we won’t get our business up and running for at least two months.”
I finish off another ear of corn and respond, “Say no more. You can stay with me until we start making good profits.” I then continue to gorge myself, leaving no leftovers. 30 minutes pass, and the meal is now complete. I cannot remember the last time I ate so much. I start to moan from the bit of discomfort I have. I lift my shirt and lean back in my chair, pushing forward my gigantic belly.
Cardia then gets up from the table, walk over to me, and begins to rub my swollen gut.
I look at him and smile. The belly rubs bring some comfort. I then ask, “So, what do you plan to name the store?”
Cardia rubs my furry tummy in gentle circular motions and replies, “Tubby’s.”
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I was chuckling over the decisions of CEO and CFO ^_^