Wow, it's been a while. First, I'd like to apologise for the long wait and the short and probably sub-par chapter.
If I am honest, I lost motivation to continue with this story. At the end of 2023, I got a new job (and my first proper one) and had no time to do anything as I didn't have much holiday that I could take. Then, I had a mental burnout for around three months, got let go from my job around the same time, and got a new job around March of this year.
My updates won't be consistent as I do suffer from ADHD, so staring at a page of words doesn't make me want to continue it.
That being said, I hope you enjoy this short chapter. Let me know your comments below.
Sophie's POV
I'm doing my homework at the bar in the restaurant, listening to my mom talking to Mort.
"Oh, mort, I'm telling you, to be in dinner theatre... if I could do my life over again, oh, if I could just have one chance..." Mom says, handing Mort a coffee,
"you'd do that?" Mort questions, looking a little confused,
"Yeah."
"Linda, what are you talking about?" Dad queries, "You've got a great life. You work in a restaurant." Dad gestures towards the empty restaurant, " You get to feed the world, right?"
"Right."
"There was someone here from Canada last week, remember, and we learned all about that country? It's great."
"I hate that country," Louise mutters, causing me to look at her out of the corner of my eye. I wonder why she hates Canada. I'd love to go and get a beaver tail.
"You know, Linda, you've got the dinner part already," Mort states,
"You know what that means. You're halfway to doing... "
"Yeah?" Mom requested, interrupting Mort,
"Your own... "
"Say it. Yeah. Say it. What? What?"
"Dinner theatre. Your very own dinner theatre. " Mort exclaims.
"Dinner theatre. Yes! Yeah! Yay!" Mom rejoices, throwing her arms up and spinning in circles.
"Why are we excited?" Gene wondered, throwing his arms out to the side in excitement. I smiled lightly. Gene always gets excited when Mom gets excited.
"Hamburger dinner theatre?" Dad grumbled, already annoyed at everyone. Signing, I put my pen down and closed my textbook and notebook, knowing I couldn't finish any more homework while this happened. Luckily, I had completed most of it, with only a few questions left to answer, which I could do when everyone else had gone to bed that night.
"Oh, come on, Bobby?" Mom pleaded, placing her hand on Dad's shoulder as he opened the cash register,
"We work hard every day to make your dream come true. Why can't we do my dream, too?
"About how long do you think your dream will take, like an hour or an hour and a half?" Dad asks, looking up at the ceiling in thought. If I knew my mom, this dinner would take much longer.
"You crazy? It's got to be at least a three-week engagement, " Mom protested. I told you. Every time Mom does something, she always goes over the top. Don't get me wrong; I love Mom, but sometimes it's frustrating having to keep up with her obsession of the week—except porcelain babies. The woman loves her porcelain babies.
"Three weeks?" Dad says, shocked at how long Mom wanted to do this. Sighing, he offers Mom a compromise: "How about three days?"
"All right. We'll take it." Mom agrees, hugging Dad. "This is going to be wonderful."
"What's the show gonna be?" Gene questions, causing Mom to turn around in a strange pose and say, in an equally odd voice,
"Ah, m*rder. m*rder mystery." Dad and I groan, looking at each other before Louise pipes in with her idea.
"How about a mass murder mystery?"
"Ok. Sure." Mom agrees and is happy others want to participate in her show and pitch their ideas. Louise's idea could make an exciting dinner theatre, mainly if someone else did it and not my family. Then Mort had his suggestion.
"And a musical?" Mort enquired, looking quite happy with his choice. I like Mort, but making this thing a musical will also equal a disaster.
"Of course."
"Can it also be a love story?" Tina asked, annoying me and making me put my head on the table. This show was becoming increasingly complicated, and I did not want to be a part of it. Well, I'll help Gene with the music and the script, mainly because I like watching how his brain comes up with his ideas.
"Aw, a mass m*rder mystery musical love story set in... "
"n*zi German,." Louise adds.
"Absolutely not," I cautioned. This is already getting too complicated, and there is no way this is being set in Nazi Germany. You haven't even learned about that period properly, and I will not explain to you or Gene what really happened."
I could feel my face becoming hot, and I was so thankful for Gene when he interrupted everyone staring at me with her location idea.
"Oh, in Montreal."
"Enough with Canada!" Louise shouts at Gene
"What is your problem with Canada?" I asked Louise but was ignored, mainly because she was annoyed at me for not allowing her location idea to leave the table but also because Tina had her idea to add.
"In a ketchup factory, a sexy ketchup factory?" Tina squeezes an empty ketchup bottle, which causes it to wheeze in the quiet restaurant. I could hear crickets in the silence that she caused.
"I got it! In a morgue!" Mort says gleefully, standing up from his chair, "I have props."
"Oh, come on." Dad rolls his eyes at Mort.
"Yes. Yes. Mort, that's it." Mom cheers before turning into her director persona, as I like to call it. "We'll call it "Dreamatorium. "
"Really?" I wondered, looking very sceptical at her idea, not that anyone noticed, as I began picking up my stuff and going back upstairs. Screw finishing this homework tonight; I'd instead finish this now and avoid this whole disaster in the making. If I want to help Genes, he would like to work on it after dinner and well past his betimes.
"♪ Dreamatorium ♪ ♪ it's a dreamatorium ♪" was the last thing I heard as the door shut behind me.
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Bob's Burgers - Sophie Belcher
FanfictionSophie Belcher is the second oldest Belcher child. She is quiet compared to her siblings, but still helps them with whatever ideas they have, whether they seem like a good idea or not.
