The Breakfast Club

The Breakfast Bunch

Denny's woke up at 6 a.m. and climbed out of the right side of his bed; it was 30 minutes before he had to head into work. He was more sluggish this particular morning. Typically, he would be very energetic in the mornings. But going into work on a Sunday was off schedule for him; his body was still getting use to it. He yawned and made his way towards his closet. Denny's slid it open and grabbed his uniform.

He slipped on his shirt and made his way toward the kitchen as he tried to slide on his pants. By the time he got to the kitchen, he succeeded putting on his pants. It would be easier if he would stop and put on his pants. But, Denny's enjoys the challenge of multitasking. He also finds joy in making daily activities harder by changing one aspect about them; like the pants.

He walked over to his crammed pantry and opened it. Snacks and cans were piled on every shelf. He reached for the top and grabbed the best cereal of all time. Fruity Pebbles™. He poured himself a bowl, the cereal first then the milk, and grabbed a utensil from the kitchen drawer.

Denny's sat down and began to eat, he scrolled through social media on his phone to entertain himself. Eventually he got to the tiny bit of milk at the bottom of his bowl. He lifted the bowl to his mouth and began to drink it. As he sipped the milk a loud knock interrupted his breakfast. He jumped at the loud knock and spilled the milk on his shirt. He quickly got up, grabbed a paper towel and anwsered the door. "Hey!" He spoke as one hand opened the door and the other hand attempted to wipe himself off.

"Hi." The woman spoke. Denny's looked up, Ihop was standing right in front of him. She smiled and made her way inside, she sat down at the table.

"Sorry! You scared me, I spilled milk on myself." He sighed, he came to the realization that he would have to change his shirt. Denny's began to make his way back to his room.

"Well, there's no use in crying over spilled milk." She winked and laughed. "Anyways." She began to speak louder when Denny's left the door ajar to change his shirt. "I've been informed about the rematch debate you and Wafflehouse are going to have." Denny's walked back out of the room with a fresh shirt on and sat down.

"Yeah, I think it's Saturday." He pulled out his phone and clicked on his email. "Yeah, Quiznos and Subway are going against each other this Friday." He continued to read the email. " We are suppose to debate the Saturday after the Chick-Fil-A and Zaxby's debate." He pointed to a line of text "See you next Saturday." He quoted the email.

"So, you have plenty of time to get ready! Don't stress yourself too much, I'm positive you'll win." She smirked.

"You think so?" Denny's had a hint of hope in voice.

"Most definitely!" Ihop got up and looked at the time displayed on the oven. "Don't you have work at 7?" She pointed towards the oven. Denny's looked over and hopped out of his seat.

"Holy shit! It's 6:50! I need to brush my teeth." He ran to the bathroom and turned the water faucet on. He came out two minutes later. "Ihop are you still here?" He couldn't find the girl anywhere. She must've had to head into work too. He slipped his shoes on and ran out the door.

Denny's hopped in his 1987 Grand National and rushed to work. He arrived at work around ten minutes later; just a few minutes late. He ran into the restaurant and ran into the kitchen. He greated hos co-workers and began to work. His co-workers ignored his presence and kept their distance.

Business, as expected, was slow. Everyday became more and more slow. It had only been a week since their debate and everything was changing. The restuarant already had to fire workers for money. They had already estimated that in the next year, more than 100 locations would be shut down. This motivated Denny's to work hard and make sure he won the next debate.