"Hey, Harrison,.""Hi, Chef Sandy. I'm here like you wanted." The young boy cannot make it through the back door straight on, so he turns sideways, and squeezes in.
"Right on time," says Sandy. "We're doing up a whole batch of my Two Milers today." He points to three boxes of hot dogs.on the restaurant's kitchen counter. "We'll work together on this. I'll show you exactly how we'll do it. Just do as I say, follow my lead on this, and we'll both be happy."
"Another Cook-Off today?" asks Harrison.
"That's right, Harrison." Chef Sandy reaches into his apron pocket and pulls out a syringe,
The Executive Chef of the Nittany Diner, Chef Joey, enters the kitchen.
Sandy turns his back on Chef Joey, and puts the syringe on the table.
"Hey guys," says Joey. "Getting the hot dogs ready for the Cook-Off?"
"Sure am," says Sandy, "The Two Milers, the long ones. The ones all the kids like."
As sandy turns to smile, Joey sees the syringe.
"What is that, Sandy? A syringe? What are you doing with that?"
"Nothing, Joey. I promise. It's not like it looks."
Silence.
"Okay," says Sandy. "It's just some of my super sugar solution. I like to give it to them this way. Little kids love it. That's why they eat so many. I just stick it in like this." He injects a hot dog.
"That's horrible. More sugar? You know what that does to kids? Effects them for their whole lives."
"Sugar? Come on. Joey, It's not that serious. It's how we win Cook-Offs. Been doing it this way for years. That's why so many kids eat here."
"It's wrong, Sandy, and you know it." says Joey.
Sandy turns to Harrison. "Here Harrison, take a taste of my Two Miler. You tell me my hot dog isn't the best."
"It's sick," says Joey. He stand there for a minute but says nothing more. Fine wrinkles appear under his eyes.
He leaves the kitchen, and sits with a cup of coffee in a dark booth. He thumbs his iPhone.
"Mr. Scranton, Hello? Chef Joey here. Got some disturbing news about Chef Sandy."
"Hi Joey. What's Sandy McSandy up to now? You guys ready for the Cook Off?"
Joey explains what he saw.
"Joey, I've heard rumors, but, how serious can it be. Those young kids love his Two Milers. They win Cook-Offs. Thanks for calling Joey, and don't worry about it. We make so much money from those Two Milers. Let's just leave it alone."
"I should have fired him on the spot. Those kids will never be the same."
"You should follow his example, Joey," says Mr. Scranton. "Many of those kids he feeds are from under privileged homes. Don't worry about it. Now go out there and win."
"But..."
Click.
Wrinkles grow further on his face. He begins to bend when he walks
Harrison wedges himself closer to Chef Sandy. "I'm sorry chef, but this will have to be my last trip. Doctor told me I was diabetic, and I can't eat those hot dogs with the sugar in them anymore. I told him all about us."
Sandy stops injecting. "So, your doctor knows all about it? Okay, but it's not all that serious, Just this one last time. It'll be OK. Here help me with these boxes."
"Okay, Chef Sandy. This one last time."
They arrive early at the large parking lot. Other Food Trucks arrive, and form a long line. The Nittany Jitney is right up front. From noon to four, Chef Joey, Chef Sandy and Harrison serve the massive crowd.
A man comes to the Truck. He hands Sandy an envelope, and winks. "Harrison, go with this man. He will show you how they make their hot dogs on the other trucks."
"Okay, Chef Sandy.," he says as forces his way out the back door.
Cook-Off over, they return to the Nittany Diner, to cheers from their loyal customers. They win this week's Cook-Off. It's because of the Two Milers, they all say.
Remembering what Harrison said about telling all to the doctor, Chef Sandy decides to hangs up his apron. He retires.
Harrison, who is now 6oo pounds, talks with his school counselor. He explains his relationship with Sandy McSandy. the injections, the super sugar, the road trips, and the other truck drivers.
"I told the doctor two years ago about it, but ...?"
The counselor is very concerned, and soon Sandy McSandy becomes public knowledge.
The police arrive, and arrest Joey and Sandy. The crowds at the Nittany Diner are bewildered. How can the police do this? Chef Joey cannot be fired for something he didn't do? This is an outrage.
Chef Joey gets an e-mail. "Sorry, Joey, but in light of recent events in the media, information that shocks us all, something you should have stopped, you're fired. Sincerely, Mr. Scranton, and the owners of the Nittany Diner. P.S. We did not know anything about this. We are 100% innocent."
TV news reacts. 'Nittany Diner Sous Chef Sandy McSandy, has been arrested and charged with 52 counts of injecting his Two Miler hot dogs with a super sugar solution. He wanted young kids to become obese. He has a fetish for fat young boys.
"After checking Sandy's personal computer," says the news reporter. "There are hundreds of pictures of obese young boys, each well over 7oo pounds. Executive Chef Joey was fired today for having knowledge and not stopping Sandy McSandy.'
Chef Joey, after 35 years at the Nittany Diner, listens quietly.
Massive wrinkles appear on his gray face. His breath is very shallow. His head bows.
Chef Joey dies.
There is a large funeral. Many are still convinced Chef Joey did nothing wrong.
Chef Sandy McSandy awaits trial on 52 counts with 10 boys, over 15 years. Customers of the Nittany Diner will serve as jurors.
Now, Judges have spoken to Sandy McSandy's latest request. He wants to see his grandchildren, inspect their food.
Because the judges are either fond of Sandy, they don't see him as a serious threat to his grandchildren, or foreign numbered bank accounts have been open for them, they agree.
Sandy can see his grandchildren.
"As long as you do not feed them any of your Two Milers." They all laugh.
The future? Keep Sandy McSandy out of prison. If imprisoned, there is no doubt he will soon get the opportunity to taste many of the other inmate's Two Milers.
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