Abu Story

Copyright © 2009. Scanner Kidz in The Kiddy Care Conspiracy by Chanse

 

"Dude, it's food heaven. How much money do we have?" Little Jimmy rummaged through the deep pockets of his ridiculously baggy jeans.

"I've got enough, how about you? Let's go for the full works." Abu pulled out a crisp ten-dollar note.

"DUDE. Where did you get that from?" Jimmy looked in wonder at Abu's pristine, unwrinkled note.

"Ask no questions and I tell no lies," Abu smirked, then burst into laughter.

"Two Chunky Chicken Extra Value Meals please," Abu shouted.

The Chunky Chicken server looked at the two boys blankly and repeated their order in a droning voice. The tray was soon packed high with food. The two boys looked at the shear enormity of the super sized Chunky Chicken Rolls,

"Wow! Death by chicken," Jimmy sniggered.

Handfuls of chips and sloshes of coke went everywhere as the boys raced each other to eat. With a substantial amount of fries consumed, it was time to tackle the enormous chicken rolls. Abu grabbed hold of the huge tinfoil covered baguette. No sooner had he placed his two hands around the roll when the aluminium wrapper began to heat up and glow bright orange. Abu tried to release the chicken roll but it felt like it was glued to his hands. Jimmy looked up from his food, "That looks hot dude," Jimmy said while spattering fries across the table.

"It's gonna—

"It's gonna what? Dude?"

"It's gonna blow." Abu's hands vibrated with energy. Steam poured out of the package and the smell of burnt bread and chicken filled the restaurant. The pong and commotion attracted the attention of the other diners, who stopped eating and gawped at the lanky, boy.

"Here it goes." But before Abu could finish his sentence the chicken roll exploded like a bazooka, firing the hot sticky contents across the restaurant. The uninterested looking server had to jump for her life as the molten hot remains of the Chunky Chicken Special whizzed past her head and smacked into the menu boards. Splinters of shattered plastic showered the tills as the white-hot chicken magma burned everything in its path.

As managers and staff ran hysterically in every direction, a small fire broke out. Chaos swept through the fast food joint and within seconds the place was empty.

Abu and Jimmy looked on in amazement as the first of three fire engines arrived. By now, the Chunky Chicken Store was completely empty and flames jumped out the windows and licked up the sidewalls.

"There goes the Chunky Chicken Store, dude." Jimmy said in dismay.

"Yup, that wasn't what I expected," Abu mumbled.

"Well yeah, what did they put in that sandwich, anyway, lava? Whoever heard of an exploding chicken roll? We should sue them, dude."

The manger of the burning store walked over to the two children, "Are you guys OK?" he sounded concerned. "I'm sorry about that. I've no idea why that happened. Did you burn your hands?"

Abu looked at his hands, they seemed normal; there wasn't a single burn mark on them. Jimmy piped up, "We're gonna sue you, we lost our lunch. I never even touched my food."

The manager rubbed his hands through his hair, "Look kids, I'm sorry. I've no idea why your sandwich exploded like that. Why don't you run along and enjoy yourselves? Let us worry about this." He waved his arm in the direction of the now ferociously burning store. "Go on, have yourselves a good time." He pulled out a twenty-dollar note from his wallet. "No need for you to worry about this."

Jimmy and Abu's jaw's dropped as the manager passed them the twenty.

"Thanks," Abu said.

Jimmy was not so thankful, "Well Mr., this time we'll take your money, but don't think we'll be so easily pleased if this happens again, you'll be hearing from our lawyers next time."

The shocked manager turned away and watched as the firemen hosed down the blazing building. "I hardly think that will be a problem," he grumbled to himself.

The sky was full of thick, black smoke that smelt like BBQ chicken. Abu grabbed Jimmy's arm, "Let's get out of here. I have to be somewhere at two o'clock."

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