Dennis flipped through the slightly outdated tabloids, scanning for anything remotely interesting. Next to him, his daughter was doing the same, albeit with more enthusiasm.
“Can I get some of these?” Lolly held up a small stack of magazines, when she finished the one she had.
The patriarch looked at the newsstand prices, and his eyes widened in shock.
“Oh hell, child! Buying all those would take up nearly my entire paycheck! Just get one.”
Lolly’s expression darkened. She pulled out the one she wanted the most, then threw the rest back onto the magazine rack. “How long until Ren and Stimpy get back with the cart?”
Sinbad was having a hard time figuring out which kind of TV dinner he’d be in the mood for tonight. He knew he was in the mood for something able to be put on bread, and he was getting tired of nothing but pizza and chocolate pudding.
“What’s better for a sandwich, turkey or Salisbury steak?” He looked over his shoulder. “Dude, I asked you a question.”
Turning around, Sinbad realized the brunet was nowhere in sight. He was about to go off in search of him when Shark came back with the cart. Apparently, he’d gone off to the other side of the frozen food section, considering what he’d brought with him.
“Shark, go put the corn dogs back.” Hearing his request caused Shark to grab hold of the box and clutch it to his chest.
“You can’t make me do anything!” Shark then flopped onto his back and began sliding off.
Dennis and Lolly were still at the magazine section when Shark passed by them like a human floor buffer.
“Hi, Dad. Hi, Lolly. Sinbad’s got the cart.” The other two Rackets watched with confused expressions as he continued to scooch away. In his arms was a large box of corn dogs.
“Um…” Lolly looked over at her father as if to ask him if this were a normal thing in the family.
Dennis made an amused sound. “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing I’ve seen happen to a Racket in this place.”
“What would be the weirdest thing?” Now her father took on an expression of unpleasantness.
“Let’s just say your Uncle Bill is the reason they don’t sell Funyuns anymore.”
At that point, Sinbad came by dragging the cart behind him, looking mildly irritated.
“Did Shark go this way?” The other two pointed in the direction Shark had gone. “Thank you.”
Shark was still tightly holding the corn dogs when Sinbad found him hiding in the DVD bin.
“Come on, man. Are those corn dogs that important to you? What’s wrong with the freezer pops you usually get?”
The brunet poked his head out of the pile of DVDs. “I want something different than those. And I haven’t had corn dogs in a really long time, so…”
“You wanted ‘em so badly, you dragged yourself across the floor?”
Now Shark dove back into the DVDs and uttered, “Uh-huh.”
The redhead then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, you could’ve just asked me first. But if you want them that badly, okay, I’ll get them for you.”
“Really?” Shark popped back out with a hopeful look on his face.
“Yeah. Now unless you’re gonna rummage around for anything in there we might not have on Netflix, get out of the bin and let’s go pay for our stuff.”