"What we got for dinner Toots?" Howard asked, his stomach grumbled audibly. In all the excitement of the day he had forgotten to pick up some take-out food.
"Um.... That chili hasn't been in the fridge very long." She replied. She'd had a long day herself, and wasn't looking forward to cooking anything fancy.
"Chili makes me gassy, and gives me indigestion." Old Howard said loudly. Howard and Beverly both jumped in surprise. Had been asleep a moment ago.
"Sorry. We're all out of cream of wheat and heart pills, old timer." Howard replied sarcastically. Whack! "Ouch! Stop doing that."
"Stop saying stupid things. My arm is getting tired." Old Howard replied. Tension rose, and the apartment felt even smaller then before as the two ducks glared at each other.
"Maybe we should go out." Beverly quickly suggested. "Try out that place, Ma & Pa's Pancake Plaza? Down on 7th--"
"Great place." Old Howard interrupted. "You should see it in thirty years." He nodded, more to himself then to Howard or Beverly. "That was the last place...." He trailed off with a sigh. "Never mind." He snapped, abruptly cranky again. Are we going or are we sitting here all night?" Beverly cast a look at Howard, who just shrugged back.
* * *
Ma and Pa's Pancake Plaza had been open for a few years. It had started off slow, but quickly gained popularity. Despite being one of the more popular restaurants around, Ma refused to let it become an exclusive place.
As such the big breakfast had remained the same price of $9.99 since Ma and Pa's first opened. The only change time had brought on was a 3% mutant tax that was donated to a mutant children's school.
The place was moderately busy, but Beverly and the Howards found an open corner table away from the door, but not too close to the kitchen.
Howard and Beverly barely picked up their menus when Old Howard called the waitress over. She had red hair that hung loose, and wore a pin on her shirt that said 'Have a nice day.' She did not look like she was having a nice day though. Her name tag read 'Clarissa'.
"Welcome to Ma and Pa's Pancake Plaza. Would you like tonight's special or are you ready to order?" The she asked in a bored tone. She was probably just waiting for her shift to be over already. She didn't bat an eye at Howard's appearance, or the nearly identical, albeit older, duck seated across from him. She was probably half asleep on her feet.
"Pancakes, short stack. three eggs, scrambled. And a glass of cranberry juice." He grunted.
"Same for us, except coffee instead of juice." Beverly glanced at Howard who nodded. "Egg whites only for me please." The waitress nodded in an abstract way and walked off to deliver their order. "So! Do we come back here a lot in the future?" Beverly asked, just to break up the silence.
"We came here a lot." He replied distractedly as he starred off at nothing. Beverly and Howard waited on him to say more, but he had fallen quiet again. The place had changed so little in in thirty years. Or would change so little, rather.
* * *
The door to Howard and Beverly's apartment exploded inward with a crash. Future Dr Bong walked over the splintered, broken door into the apartment. Future Dr Bong quickly stepped into the bedroom, but knew what he would find. The duck was not where he was supposed to be.
Somehow the timeline had changed again. If he had thought ahead, he could have waited here for the duck to return. But he had made too much noise. Too many people had heard his entrance. One of them could even now be calling the authorities. And complications were to be kept to a minimal. He decided to go out the window, and down the fire escape.