Lets Go To Shaggys

Let’s go to Shaggy’s the preteens say. They live in Malibu, so they know the way. I figure Shaggy’s has tenderloins, burgers and fries. I can hardly wait to get there; dune buggy goes over the rise. This is Shaggy’s? I yelp, annoyed beyond compare. It is not a food place at all, no barbeque smells in the air. It’s a beach side shop, you can buy a surf board or a life jacket. Shaggy’s is not my kind of place, I do not like this weird racket. I wanted fried unhealthy, hot, salty bad-for-you-food. This gift shop with trinkets and what-nots puts me in a bad mood. I want my mouth to be happy, I want to feed. I do not like surfing; I pull out my book to read.