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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 9/10

The sun was shining, the weather was not overly warm, and George Michael Bluth was ready to sell the heck out of some bananas.

But he was not wearing the banana costume. Not yet. Maybe never. Probably if he hired someone he would make them wear it.

Yes. That was an excellent idea.

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Let him help you.

Hooray, Mondays! Rikku was bouncing along in town looking for something interesting, and ...

Well. That was something interesting.

She waved to the boy behind the counter. "Uh, hiya! Frozen ... bananas? Really?"

George Michael lifted his hand and it sort of stayed there. He had been watching her bounce along and didn't think she would bounce her way over here.

"Uh-huh. Bananas. Good for you and won't ruin your lunchtime."

"So what are all the ... uh. Giddy-girly and Daddy Georges? Like, do you cut the bananas into nifty shapes? And hey! Are you new here? This is cool! Why bananas? Do you make smoothies? I had one in a mall and it was really nifty. Not banana, though."

Rikku was still bouncing. Rikku always bounced.

"Um." Overwhelmed. George Michael Bluth was feeling overwhelmed and nervous. "Bananas are cut and dipped for the George Daddy and sanwiched between graham crackers. There's nuts. I have nuts. I'm George Michael Bluth."

Rikku wasn't too phased, because hey, she had this effect on people a lot. It seemed to be a thing. "What are they dipped in? 'Cause that sounds kinda good. Is it chocolate? That'd be kinda like those S'more-things, right? We had those at campfires this summer. With marshmellows."

"Yes. Chocolate. I can make them not very messy too, you just have to lick your fingers. Maeby licked her fingers and I tried not to stare, but it was like against some sort of health code, dipping her hand into the chocolate pot." Not that it wasn't nice to watch. Cause it was.

"Ooooh, health codes?" Rikku brightened up at this information. "Jude's shop totally got shut down for that! Not here on the island, I mean. Back in Toronto. There was some kinda violation 'cause nobody cleaned the back room. Like, ever. So he had to go work in a video store."

"Oh. Not cleaning is not good. I like clean. I'm a very clean person. Not cleaning a back room of a store is definitely against health codes. I'm sorry for this Jude person."

Rikku giggled. "It's okay. I think he cleans now. At Luke's, I mean. It's still open, so that's a good sign, right? So, uh, what kinda banana-thing do you recommend, anyway? The S'more one sounded good."

"The George Daddy is good. The GOB is not listed and when it's not limp, it's good too. But I would say the George Daddy. Small, medium, or large?"

"Yeah, limp kinda sounds ucky." Rikku made a face, then grinned. "Let's go large! If you're gonna get the banana, get the banana, you know? Live a little!"

George Michael grinned wide. For such a little girl, the large was a challenge. "Coming right up." It only took him a moment as he's been working the banana stand since he was thirteen. He handed it over with plenty of napkins and told her the amount. "I hope you enjoy it."

"Oooooooh, I bet I will!" Rikku dug through her leg-pouch for money and handed it over, still bouncing. "This looks awesome. I don't know how it's supposed to fit in my mouth!"

George Michael stared. This reminded him of Maeby. He shouldn't be staring. It was a banana in the mouth. That's all.

"Take small bites," he suggested helpfully.

Rikku laughed. "Okay. That's a good idea. I guess this is why you work here, huh?"

It was a good thing he'd given her napkins. Because she was seriously making a mess.

These were seriously messy banana's. He understood that. Maybe he should invest in some wipes and keep them on the counter as well. Maybe he could charge like five cents a wipe.

"I've been working the banana stand since I was thirteen. It's been a long banana learning process. Not everyone is cut out for it."

"Oooh, really?" Rikku said. "Are there trade secrets, then? Ways to make a perfect banana that nooooobody else would be able to pull off?"

If any of that was discernible with a mouth full of banana.

"Well, I guess I could teach someone. Maeby had a hard time learning but I straightened her out." He paused, thinking. "I guess I could teach someone, yes."

"That's the spirit!" Rikku chirped. "Whoa. Do you have drinks here, too? 'Cause if not you really should. People probably get thirsty after they have these. I mean, I am, anyway."

George Michael considered that. "Most people don't stand in front of the banana stand and eat their banana. They walk along the docks or something, stare at people. By the time they are done with their banana, the're not even close to the stand anymore and get a drink probably from somewhere else." It was all logical, truly.

The docks are nice, plenty of places to sit and eat your treat while looking at... stuff.

Have a nice day.

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