LEMONADE BOYS (rough draft) The Story Continues, The Competition (The King and Trey)

The boys were gathered in their clubhouse.

“Well Bossman, what should we do about Trey?”  Lug spoke.

The King sat in contemplation, “Let’s give him a little time.  I want to see what he does.”

Fudge was a little jittery, “You sure you don’t want us to rough him a bit?”

“No Fudge I don’t.  We can’t stop this Trey guy with violence.  We need to make smart moves.”  The King was even in his speech.

 

A few days went by.  Lug and Fudge would periodically drive by the apple juice stand to check on Trey.  They would not speak to him, they would only drive by just to see if he was operating or not.  And he was.

Lug and Fudge reported back to the King.

“Bossman it has been four days now and Trey is still operating as normal.”  That was Lug.

“He did not take your words seriously sir.”  Said Fudge.

The King sat up, “Very well.  We will need to take some action against Trey.   Fudge, do you think his stand is made of wood?”

“Yes sir, it definitely is.” Fudge answered.

“And is it about the same size as our stands?”  The King asked.

“Yes sir, I would say so.”  Fudge answered.

“Very good.  Then here is what we will do…”   The King laid out his plan for Lug and Fudge.

 

It was Wednesday Morning.  3am.  Pitch black out.   A U-haul moving truck drives into the quite suburb.   The U-haul truck parks about 50 yards away from the apple juice stand.    It all happens very quick.    The truck turns off.   Eight figures in dark attire and ski masks exit the vehicle.  One opens the back of the truck.  It is empty.  The figures gather around the apple juice stand and lift it.  It moves easily.  The figures move in unison and load the apple juice stand into the back of the U-haul truck.  They close the truck, get back in, and drive away.  The maneuver took no more than four minutes to complete.

 

It was the afternoon.  School let out.  Trey had just gotten out of class and was walking home.  Let’s make today a great day of business. Trey thought.   As he walked to his normal working location he stopped.  “Where is it?”  He asked aloud.   All he saw was nothing, only an empty space where his stand used to be.    Some local neighborhood kids came by to see Trey and get some apple juice.

“Hey Trey, where is your stand?  What did you do with it?”  One kid asked.

Trey was stunned.  “I just don’t know.  It vanished.”

 

Back at the headquarters, the King and his boys were meeting.  Fudge was laughing, “Oh Boss, I would be so happy to see the look on that guys face when he shows up to no stand.”   Fudge was joyous.

“I’m sure he will be quite surprised.”  Said the King.

“Surprised?” Lug asked.  “He is probably going to lose it!”

“Well boys, it feels good to strike a blow to the competition.”  The King spoke.   “But I do think we should put Trey out of his misery.   Let’s deliver the package to him in two days time.”

“Do you think we should have one of the girls do it?”  Fudge asked.

“That is a good idea Fudge.  Yes.”  The King was pleased.

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Trey was leaving his class at school.

“Hey Trey!” A voice called out.

Trey turned around to see a girl standing in front of him.  She wore a very revealing top and she wore a short skirt.  This girl also held a medium size envelope in her hands.

“Woah, hey, who are you?”  Trey wondered.

“My name is not important.  I have something for you.”  The girl handed the envelope to Trey.  “It is from somebody else in the business.  It is safe to open I promise.  Be sure to act wisely.  See you later.”   The girl turned quickly and walked away.

Trey took the envelope and walked to the bathroom.  He wanted some privacy to open the envelope.

He opened it and pulled out the contents.  They was a small envelope that said ‘Trey’ on it.  And there were 3 photos.  One was a photo of the sign, “Welcome to Smallsberg.”      Smallsberg was a small town about 30 minutes from where they all lived.  The other photos were of his apple juice stand!   There it stood in Smallsberg.  One had a photo of the stand with a couple of good-looking teenage girls next to it.  And the other had a far away shot showing the location of the stand.

Trey’s mouth dropped, “They moved it!”  He dropped the photos on the ground and he reached to the small envelope with his name on it (‘Trey’).   He opened the envelope and it was a handwritten note.  His eyes scanned it.   Trey trembled slightly as he read the note.

The note read:

Stay out of my territory.    Sincerely, The King.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

LEMONADE BOYS The Competion part 2 (The Story continues) (NOV 26)

Lug and Fudge get back to headquarters.  They went to speak with The King.

The King spoke, “Okay boys.  What was that guys name?”

“It was Trey.” Lug said.

“Hmmm Trey.” The King seemed to ponder the name for a few moments.  “Was he a big guy?”

“No sir, no sir.  He was not big and strong at all.  He seemed more like a smart guy to me. Not too big, maybe five foot nine about 150 pounds or so.”  Lug told him.

The King looked at them, “And he said he was not going to stop right?”

“That’s right bossman.”

“Okay boys well then we need to take next steps.”  The King said.  “Okay here is what we are going to do … ”    The King laid out the next steps for his boys.  Once he was done laying out the steps he patted Lug on the arm.    “Okay, you guys got it?”

Lug and Fudge nodded, “We got it Boss.”


 

It was the next day.   School had let out.  Trey was walking back to his car from school.   A vehicle pulls up next to him on the sidewalk.   The back door opens, it is Lug.  He gets out of the car.  “Okay Trey get in we are going for a ride.”

Trey was caught off-guard, “Hey man, what is this?”

Lug was MUCH bigger than Trey.  “Get in the car now.”  Lug moved forward and grabbed Trey by the arm and forced him into the vehicle.  He was in the back in the middle, right in between Lug and Fudge.

“What are you guys going to do to me?” Trey asked.

“Just shut up okay?  We aren’t going to hurt you.”    They took out a canvas bag and placed it over his head.

“WOAH! HEY!  Why do I need a bag over my head?”  Trey protested.

“Just shut up Trey!  Shut your mouth okay?  We are going to meet the Bossman.”  Lug raised his voice at Trey.

Trey stayed quiet the rest of the ride.   They got to headquarters.   They pulled the car as close as they could to the building.

Lug leaned over to Trey.  “Okay Trey, no funny business.  We are here okay and we are going to escort you from this car inside to meet the Bossman.  You got it?”

Trey spoke through the bag, “Am I about to die?”

“Jesus man!  We are not killers okay?  The Bossman just wants to speak with you face to face.”

The driver of the car spoke up, “Okay guys looks like the coast is clear.”

Fudge looked at Lug, “Let’s go.”

They got out of the car.  They pulled Trey with them.  The Canvas bag stayed on his head. They moved him into the headquarters and sat him down in front of the King.   They quickly pulled off the canvas bag.  The King and Trey were now face to face.

“Hello Trey.”

“Hey man, what is the deal?  You have your own goons who pick people up?”

“Sorry for any kind of difficulty Trey but I wanted to meet with you face to face, you know man to man.”

“Yeah well who are you supposed to be?”

“The people call me The King.”

“Oh yeah?   You are not a very big guy Mr King.  I can’t believe these guys listen to you.”

“Well I am the guy with the vision.  These two work for me and help me with my operation.”

“Your Operation?”

“Okay Trey.  Cut the crap.  I can tell you are not an idiot and please don’t insult my intelligence.  You must have seen the stands around town.  I bet you thought you could do the same, am I correct?”

“I don’t really see a problem.  There are multiple lemonade stands around town and I am the only apple juice stand.”

“I told you to cut the crap Trey.  You have clients younger and older who visit your apple juice stand.  And that is because you don’t just sell apple juice there.”

“Well perhaps.”

“Okay Trey well let me spell it out very clearly for you.  I see you as being competition.  And I do not want any competition.  This is my territory.  This is my turf.  My operation will be the only operation.”

“Well I see we have a conflict here.”

“Trey, I think we have some options here.  I like your ambition and I think you can join my team here.  Think about it.   Anyway, here are your choices: You can come and work for me; you can shut down your stand; or you can move your operation far away.”  The King was staring directly into Treys eyes.

“And what if I decide to stay where I am and operate my stand?”

“Well Trey, If you want to keep working in your spot I must tell you that I highly recommend against doing that.  You may begin to encounter some, how you might say, difficulties”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is not a threat at all.  I have told you your different options and it is up to you to make a choice.  Life is all about choices Trey.   Our meeting here is done.”

Lug slipped the canvas bag back over Trey’s head.  They got him to the car.  They drove him back to his own car near school.   Fudge spoke to Trey, “Think about what The King told you Trey.  And don’t tell anyone about the meeting.  If you go to the authorities, we will know about it.”

They took the bag off of Trey’s head and let him out of the car.  They drove off.

Trey just watched the car drive away as he contemplated his options.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

Help Me Biscuit Followers!

I will keep this short and sweet.   I want to turn “Lemonade” into “Lemonade Boys”

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Lemonade Time (Continued)

“So what do you guys think?”

“Will you pay us?”   The big one asked.

“Oh Yes of course.”  The King said.

“We will always be paid?”  The less big one asked.

“Yes Yes you will always get paid.”  Said the King.

The King continued you on speaking.  “Yes you two will be getting paid.  I need some guys who have some muscle to work for me.   I predict that I am going to start gaining a little bit more profile and get a little bit more popular.   I will need some guys that I know who can step in and help me out when things get, how could I say, um ‘dicey.’ ”

“What do you mean?”   The big one asked.

“I think with the clients that I will have, there will be a need for protection.   Sometimes things will get heated and I am going to need to know that I will be safe.    Do you understand Fudge?”  The King asked.

“Yes sir.” Fudge said.

“What about you Lug?”  The King asked the smaller guy.

“Yes sir.  I understand.”  Lug responded.

The King seemed pleased.   “Very good boys.  I will organize the schedule so you two will know when I need protection.  I think it will be a little bit slow at first.   Also, when you two address me, I would like it to be ‘sir’ or ‘boss’ or ‘boss-man’     Do you guys got it?”

Fudge looked at him.   “Yes sir Boss Man we got it.”

(End of Entry, Lemonade, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

Lemons (Part 2) King Knowledge

“Thank you for meeting with me today Dr. Jenkins.”

“Oh Johnny it is no problem.”  Dr Jenkins said.  “So what did you have questions about?”

“Well Doctor I want to pick your brain.  How does somebody make money?”  The King asked.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Well I know you went to college.  And I figure you know about things like that.”

“People they get jobs.”

“I’m only 15 sir.”

“You could mow lawns.”

“That is small money sir.”

“Well one thing you could do is start out mowing lawns.  And then build up your customer relationships.   And then what you could do is have your friends mow the lawns for you and pay them for doing it.   Then you would have yourself a lawn mowing business.”

“How much do you think I could make with something like that?”

“Well one of the main benefits is that you could make the money without having to do the work.   The money would come into you and you would just be managing the business.”

“But how much could I make?”

“It is hard to say exactly.  You have to have lawn mowing equipment.  You have to make sure your employees show up for work.  You will have to get paid somehow so you can choose if your employees will collect the money for you or if the customers will come and pay you.”

“If I had my guys take the money there is a good chance they would not give me all of it.”

“Yes that is correct.  Especially if you are dealing with high school kids who really want some money.”

“So do you think it is good to be an Entrepreneur?”

“Well it can be risky.”  Said Dr Jenkins.  “You can control your destiny but you have liability for what you do.  If your employees do a bad job, then your customers will be upset and then they will be upset with you.   And if that happens then you can develop a reputation for not doing good work.    In the business world, your reputation is very important.”

“Do I have an alternative?”  Asked Johnny.

“Well, you can wait until you are 16.  And you can work in some kind of restaurant and earn about seven dollars per hour.    So, in four hours of work you would earn about twenty-five dollars because of taxation as well.”

“I think there must be a better way.”  Said Johnny.  “Do you have any more ideas?”

Dr Jenkins looked at King for a little while.  “Let’s walk outside for a second.”

They walked outside onto the sidewalk.

“Alright Johnny you didn’t hear this advice from me, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

“Okay.” Said Dr Jenkins.   Then he continued:  “The key I think is to exploit your customers.  Try to think about the concept of Supply and Demand.  Perhaps your market could be kids who are twelve and thirteen or maybe these kids are 15 and 16.  All of them want things.  They want things of different kinds and different forms.  If you catch my drift.  If you became the source from which all of these kids got their things, I think you could earn a large amount of money.  There will be an element of sneakiness.   And there could be parts that will not work right.   And something that earns a lot of money may not be ethical.   A boy like yourself needs to be creative as well.   So here is my main advice Johnny.   Think about what it is that your customers want and then be the guy who supplies it.  And then, as you increase your profits … then you can grow your business and get bigger.”

Johnny looked at Dr Jenkins.  He was very focused.

“That is my advice Johnny.”

“Thank you Dr Jenkins.  That is very helpful advice.”

 

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

Lemons

“Boss, I just can’t do it.” Poindexter said.

“Listen up Poindexter, we need your smarts on this.” The King let him know.

“I just think what we are doing is wrong and I just can not do it.” Poindexter exclaimed.  He walked out.

As he was leaving the building he walked past Candy.  Candy knew how to dress to impress.  At least how to impress 15 year old boys.

“Where you going Poindexter?” Candy asked.

“The movies!” Poindexter exclaimed and kept on walking.

“Candy get in here!” The King yelled.

“Whaddya need Johnny?” (Candy)

“Candy, we really need Poindexter on our side on this one.  Maybe you could find him at the movies and um how can I say this … … persuade him?” The King asked.

“You know my rate Johnny for stuff like this.” Candy said.

“Yes Candy, I’ll have the cash for you once Poindexter comes back.” The King said.

… … … …

Candy arrived at the movie theater.  She had changed her top and it was a little bit more revealing (to say the least).  She looked at the movie line-up and knew Poindexter was watching a more cerebral film.  She bought a ticket for “Captain Fantastic” and went to seek him out.  Upon finding the screening room, Poindexter was sitting near to the middle and there was a young couple huddled together (not watching the movie) in the back of the theater.   Candy sat down next to Poindexter.

“Candy.  What are you doing here?”

“Hey Alex.  I wanted to see the movie.  I like movies like this.”  Candy was moving herself a little bit closer to Poindexter.  He did not have his armrest down.

“Did The King send you?” Asked Poindexter.

“No way Alex.  I came here on my own.  I’m surprised you are here.  But … ya know… it’s a happy surprise If ya know what I mean.”  Candy inched a little bit closer to Poindexter.

“Look Candy, I’ve just been having second thoughts about working with Johnny.” Alex Poindexter said.

“Come on Alex.  It’s a good crew.  I think that you’ll find you can have a good time hanging out with the boys… and with me.”   Candy slid her right hand onto Poindexter’s left leg.

“Candy uh – ”

“You don’t have to say anything Alex.  I can handle it.”

Candy then preceded to “persuade” Alex Poindexter in the movie theater.

… … …

Fudge looked over at The King.

“Smart move boss.  Sending Candy after Poindexter like that.” Fudge said.

“You bet Fudge.  Candy just has to work her magic.”   John King had a big smirk on his face.

(End of Entry, Lemons)