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Bubba’s Burger Barn

“This is Cheryl Blossom from Eyes Witness News. A flock of seagulls rained down upon Daytona Beach this afternoon, reeking havoc on the citizens beach plans and knocking six-year-old Sarah Lana’s ice cream cone from her hand. This just in, the long standing Bubba’s Burger Barn burned down, just tonight. At the crime scene, I’m afraid I discovered that Bubba himself, who had been rumored to have decided to leave his legacy to his son, Jeffery, was killed in the accident. Reports from the poor people who were there have flown in that a man who had the exact description of Angelo Montan was found fleeing from the scene and is now being taken into custody. Once again this is Cheryl Blossom- and where there’s a case, Cheryl is.

“This reporter had arrived at the crime scene, AH, here’s poor Jeffery now. So, Jeffery, it must be horrible to see this…monument go down in flames.”

“Who cares about the building? My father is dead,” Jeffery cried.

“How very, very awful. Will you be taking over the business?”

“My girlfriend Katherine and I, yes. We’ll do our best…but it won’t be the same old Bubba’s,” Jeffery trailed off into tears.

“Would you mind telling us your story? The real dish?”

“Well…

I’d been working all day, and I was exhausted and ready to close, go home, and just relax. It was ten till Seven, closing time, and I sat down at a booth to rest a moment. The day had been horrifically busy, with customers of all ages wanting one of Bub’s Famous Burgers, so I sat down, after the place emptied out a bit, except for a few, well two customers.. All of our workers had headed home already headed home, except for Katherine, Angelo, Bubba himself, and of course, myself. Bubba, my father, was sitting across from me in the booth, reading. He hadn’t been doing to hot lately so, so I offered to help when he said he was going to get up and use the rest room, but he said he could do it by himself and walked off with his cane. We were in a bit of a rift about whether to leave it to me or not, and we’d had an argument. When he came out, he said he’d be waiting outside for me to drive him home…when Kath and I went out, he was gone...

“How tragic that must have been- then what?” Cheryl held to microphone firmly up to his pale face. Jeffery began to sob and fled away in tears.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” a solf voice said from behind the camera.

“And who are you?” Cheryl asked a tall woman, as she stepped in front of the camera.

“Katherine Maria Josephine Garth. But you may call me Kathy or Kath if you please,” she snickered.

“I understand you were engaged to Jeffery?”

“Was? No, honey, I still am. Anyway, after we couldn’t find him Jeffery went to check further around the parking lot and I headed back inside. Old men and their bladders, you know? When I reached the men’s rest room, I found him, dead on the floor,” Katherine said in a deep, dramatic voice.

“This reporter thinks that’s fascinating. Now, tell me, what are your wedding plans?” Cheryl asked excitedly.

“With the death and all we haven’t made any yet, BUT hopefully, the spring,” Katherine gushed.

“Oh yes, spring time is lovely,” Cheryl smiled.

“Excuse me, is this live TV?” a woman shoved Katherine out of the way and posed.

“Pardon me, but who are you?” Cheryl asked.

“Well I am Joanna Welsh, and my right side is the good one,” the woman, who looked to be only thirty, counting her highlights and what looked to be a face lift, said.

“And you have something to with this case?” Cheryl asked.

“Why yes. May I tell my story full of adventure, scandal and beautiful women?” she ran her hand along her face.

“Go ahead,” Cheryl beckoned.

“Well Me and my husband, Jerome-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but putting yourself before your husband is bad grammar,” Cheryl blushed.

“No, Honey, I call it order of importance,” Mrs. Welsh explained, “Anyway, our little mustang just couldn’t take it and stopped just a few feet from the entrance to this fine food establishment.”

“This reporter thinks that just plain fascinating. Now, while we have everybody here, may I have a word with any other witnesses?” Cheryl asked. Mrs. Welsh was pushed aside as room was made for two others, slowly stepping in from the dark. It was a young woman with bright red hair and a small boy who looked to be about eight or nine.

“Hello, I’m Cheryl Blossom from Eye Witness News, what’s your name?”

“My name is Laura Burk and this is my son, Robinson,” She smiled softly.

“Wonderful and what do you have to do with the crime?” Cheryl asked.

“My son and I were eating at Bubbas’. He always liked coming here and can you believe it? He’d ten today!” she said excitedly.

“Wonderful. Now, excuse me officers,” Cheryl pushed past the family of too and toward the police car beside the camera setup, “May I have a word with our suspected murderer?”

“I don’t know lady…I guess.” The officer yanked a man front the car and brought him to the camera, holding his handcuffed arms tightly.

“Hello and what is your name Sir?” Cheryl asked.

“Angelo,” he spat.

“Now tell me, did you kill Bubba?” Cheryl grinned.

“Why in God’s name would I tell you?” Angelo snarled.

“Because I’m, well, Cheryl Blossom,” she answered as if it was obvious.

“Look Lady, he promised me that he’d give me the restaurant. I’ve known him since we were kids, that varmint of a son only been here for twenty-six years. HE PROMISED IT TO ME! HE SAID I’D GET IT! HE EVEN PUT IT IN HIS DAMN WILL!” Angelo screeched as he was dragged back to the cop car.

“That’s it folks. This case is closed. This reporter has discovered who the murderer is. It’ all in a days work for Cheryl Blossom, goodnight everyone!”