Dad is driving the car, when the
kids start getting ansy. "Dad, we're hungry! Can we
stop and get something to eat?" "Yeah, let's go to
McDonald's!", the youngest says excitedly, wanting the newest
toy.
"Okay, kids! I think I see the ol'
arches now!", Dad says, in the typically sappy actor's voice.
Looking closer as they park, Mom says, "Gee,
it looks like they need a new sign...it's all grey!"
The kids run into the building, hooting and
hollering. They stop in shock at what they see next.
A large, shaggy brown creature comes shuffling over
and asks, "Duh, may I take your order?"
Mom and Dad look at one another, then order.
"Uh, yes, we'll have 3 Chicken Nugget Happy Meals, 2 Big Macs,
and 2 orders of large fries."
The giant hairball smiles, and Dad reads his
nametag: Lurky. 'Weird name,' he thinks to himself.
"Er, okay folks! That'll be $40
please!"
"$40!!! That's highway robbery!",
Dad yells, vowing to go to another restaurant instead.
However, the next restaurant is quite far off, and the kids INSIST on
getting their Happy Meals.
Reluctantly, Dad forks over $40, grumbling
all the while.
"'Kay, be right back!", Lurky says,
turning and abruptly tripping over his own laces.
Mom looks around at how filthy the place is.
"I know this isn't a five-star establishment, but this is
ridiculous!", she says, looking at the littered tables, unmopped
floors, and one of the kids trying to coax a kitty out from a dark
corner....wait! That's no cat!
"Amy, get back!", Mom says, yanking
the youngest child back from the overgrown rat, who promptly scurries
away.
About to leave yet again, they are stopped
this time by the sudden silence as the banging and clattering in the
back stops.
Lurky comes back, messy and singed, holding
forth a tray of food like it's a great treasure. "Here's
your food folks!", Lurky says proudly. "Sorry for the
wait!"
Taking the tray, the family tiptoes through
the filth and clears away a moderately cluttered table.
The family prepares to dig in, but there are
some problems. Dad spits out his burger, looking totally
disgusted. "Ungh! What IS this??", he says,
reading the label. 'Big Murk', the wrapper reads.
The kids are equally disappointed.
Their boxes are frowning! They read, 'Unhappy Meal'. Sure
enough, the boxes are correct, for aside from the food, there aren't
any toys! The Chicken Nuggets, on closer inspection, are
slightly fuzzy, and the box reads, 'Sprite Nuggets'.
"That's it!!", Dad yells, jumping
up and barging towards the front. Slamming his hand down
upon the counter (and accidentally killing a giant roach at the same
time), he yells at Lurky.
"I DEMAND to speak with your
manager!", Dad says, quite red.
"Um..okay," Lurky says, backing off
and running around the corner. Not long after, a short green guy
in a cheezy suit arrives.
"What's wrong?!", the manager
demands, his own nametag reading 'Murky'.
"I want my money back! This is the
WORST meal I've ever had! I'll report you guys for the condition
of this place! It's atrocious!"
Murky laughs. "Lame-brain!
You got what you paid for! You wanted the worst possible meal,
and we gave it to you!"
"Wha...?", Dad says, looking at the
sign Murky is pointing to. It says, 'Guaranteed the worst
possible meal. Either way, we keep the money.'
Another sign outside reads: 'Over 20
served...and hospitalized!'
"But...isn't this Micky-D's???",
Dad asked, now totally confused.
"Nope. This is is
Murky-D's!!", Murky chuckles.
Dad is lost. Realizing he won't get his
money back, he takes the family out, all of them sad or angry.
Murky and Lurky come stand in the doorway.
"Duh, bye! Thanks for comin'!",
Lurky shouts, waving.
Murky laughs. "Yeah, come again,
chumps!", he says, leafing through the cash and gloating over how
he actually got people to PAY to be gloomy!
-Matt *PK*
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