Have It Your Way

Many latitudes south from the northern pole, a lake calmly performed its peaceful environmental duties, providing visiting guests, a photographic opportunity, especially when the sun appears and disappears.

Bright heavenly illuminations sparkled, naturally spotlighting a crystalized postcard picture, relaxing any eye, gazing into its blinding setting. Already, a few generations ago, the city streets inside a growing island metropolis far away, where golden pavement investors voted to commit to a project and finance sweating tank top daredevils, providing them economic resources. Challenging the high wire construction workers act, design a rainbow arc walking bridge, and connect two land mass resort residencies creating a novel experience for adventurous vacationers.

Fast forward and on this day, a well-endowed entrepreneur entered through the deteriorating Eastern entrance, wearing fashionable expensive attire, promoted in magazines, conveniently sold next to luring blaring headline newspapers. While the other side, featured a western outdoorsman, sporting large cowboy boots, relaxed holding a beer, returning after he labored sunrise to sunset.

“Enjoying that brewing drink?” Questioned the office minded individual, not really expecting any heavy conversation.

“In the same way you sip that afternoon classy pick me up while attending meetings over white cloth dinner dining reservations,” Willie McGilley, the letter jacket wearing personality, nicknamed Big ‘W’ compared.

“Did you see your fortune?” Macancheese social inquiry progressed.

“Is that what the legendary Leprechaun’s pots are stirring?” Willie McGilley wondered.

“Gold, my friend, gold,” Macancheese exclaimed, “just like the concrete pathways gracing the jungle where I work.”

“At gambling?” Willie McGilley attempted getting clarification.

“Stock market, you?” Macancheese mentioned.

“Cards,” Willie McGilley made clear.

Suddenly, a motorboat invaded the scene, moving rather quickly, “by golly it's the new tenants,” Macandcheese acknowledged, “his wife has beautiful crown jewels.”

“I will toast to that keen observation?” Willie McGilley took a swig.

“Apparently she enjoys ordering everything her way.”

“Your royal highness,” Macancheese yelled below, “good evening to you, and the misses.”

“We desperately, desired a fast excursion around the lake to feed our fetish,”

“Drive that tug safely,” Macancheese warned, watching the floating toy candy rapidly turn around.

Finding his container empty, Willie McGilley bid Macancheese a nice night before the pair went their separate ways.

Alarm clocks still silent, improving site erection production noise plagued the final dark hours waking both directional west time zones, encouraging Macancheese, stroll down to the lake and see the King grilling a dedicated servant.

“What is this?”

“We were told by the federal agency,develop a dam underwater wall,” the innocent contracted employee pleaded, “protect the people, they said.”

“Who said?”

“Our faithful leader, who cons the rich and nourishes the poor.”

Knowing his monarch status was nothing where he stood, the King backed off mumbling, “what am I supposed to do?”

“Add a cheese secret sauce tax, charge them double for extra,”

“Charge double for secret cheese sauce,” the King had no clue what the influencing youngster meant.

“I have not felt this much tension, since I tended to livestock, feeding breakfast, preparing them to star on the steak and eggs stage,” Willie McGilley proclaimed observing the building process commence.

Noon crept closer and an intrepid figure rowing a small vessel encountered the perfect relax atmosphere, armed with angler equipment necessities, rod and net.

Standing above the developing scene, Willie McGilley and Macancheese monitored the action, theatrically playing out, “lookie here,” McGilley announced, “if it isn’t Captain What’s Long John,”

“Who is Captain What’s Long John?” Macancheese curiously acknowledged.

“A pirated buccaneer, whose infamous miss spelled sound bites send entertaining messages,”

“Now how do you know that?” Macancheese pursued the issue.

“He used to come over to the mansion and bring the best hush puppies,”

“Hush puppies?”

“Quiet little hot dogs.”

“Captain What’s Long John,” Macancheese called down, “what can we do for yah?”

“Didn’t the impressible lad come and bring the dam underwater wall to life?”

“Yes, he was here,” Willie McGilley answered, “why do you need a dam underwater wall?”

“Trap the silver dollar fishes, then catch and fry the critters,” What’s Long John explained.

“And then?” Macancheese interjected.

“Make a fortune, more than in your Leprechaun fantasy themed pots,” What’s Long John told the truth, baiting the interested spectators.

“We really do not want a dam underwater wall,” the two land planted pedestrians stated, “we want to travel freely, go from one golden container to the other, enjoying our riches and crystal shiny placid lake. “

Out of nowhere, choppy wakes appeared, rocking the serene tranquil transportation What’s Long John piloted, “Your majesty, kindly respect others,” the swashbuckler requested projecting a loud voice.

“Isn’t the dam underwater wall finished?” The King whaled.

“And what are you going to do with a dam underwater wall?” Investigated a persisted Willie McGilley, “your royal highness.”

Not sure if he wanted information divulged to a local aristocrat, the King finally retreated his thoughts confessing, “I invested in the pirated buccaneer’s see food endeavor.”

Accepting the coherent excuse Willie McGilley and Macancheese made an agreeable decision and tested the waters, “King and What’s Long John, how can we get in on this profitable idea?”

“Just drop me a line.”

Resolutions achieved, the dam underwater wall dream inception now a believable structure ignited a celebratory blazing fire, warming the group who relished every empty free refill disposable beverage cup and paper carton.

“That was good,” Macancheese commentated.

“Hit the spot,” Willie McGilley approved.

“Great catch,” the King added

“A phish to die for,” What’s Long John concluded, monitoring a sports car approach the table. As the driver’s door opened, a long-legged red head emerged flaunting, a juicy burger product. “So, where’s the beef?” Wendy needed direction, seeking Willie McGilley, and Macancheese’s guidance. But instead, reality dictated, commanding What’s Long John, join the King, remove your shirt.

“You got a dollar menu?” Wendy checked the prices realizing this utopia where something to eat can magically materialize within minutes could be defined as “The Great American Twentieth Century Contribution”.