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Frank and Bo pt. 2

Hidden under a brown wig, Frank watched Bo and Colin talk from the other side of the room. He noticed Bo drifting in and out of the conversation as she looked all around for the boy with short red hair. Frank felt guilty, but his disguise was necessary. If any of the other Oberrys spotted him here, he wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive. When Colin went to mingle with his co-workers, Frank made his move. He slinked to the other side of the crowded room and stared at a rippling Bo from the other side of an aquarium. She looked devastated. He tapped on the glass and looked right into her eyes, praying she’d recognize him. She did.

“Hey Frank! What’s with the getup, silly? This isn’t a costume party!” she said.

“Bo, I have to talk to you outside. Come with me,” he said.

The porch was dimly lit and the cool breeze chilled them both. “Why are we out here, Frank? I’m freezing,” Bo said.

“I’m not who you think I am,” Frank said.

“You mean you’re not Frank Enberry?” she asked.

Frank looked blankly into her eyes and released his grip on her shoulders. “You mean…?” he began to ask.

“Of course, Frank. How stupid do you think I am? I mean, come on, ‘Frank Enstein?’ That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard,” she said laughing. “But I don’t care about our father’s dumb, little feud.”

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that,” Frank said. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left that bench. There’s just something about you, something I can’t explain, something deep down. I feel like there’s a prize in you I’ve yet to find.”

He wanted to say more, but Bo had heard enough and she kissed him under the secrecy of the night sky.

As it goes in situations like Bo and Frank's, no one starts off suspicious due to the unbelievability of the event. Under this cloud, they were able to roam worry free in the secluded countryside east of Millsville. They raced up and rolled down the small hills and lay together in fields of wildflowers, breathing in the aroma. Bo sung Frank her favorite songs and Frank confided in her his reoccurring dream in which he swam in a white lake, only to be abducted by aliens in a circular, shiny object and dropped into a giant black pit. However, as the two consistently returned home with grass stains on their jeans and implausible excuses, suspicions began to arise.

A distraught Colin made it his mission to figure out why Bo was never around anymore. One night he followed Bo as she drove through the city and went into the popular restaurant, The Yummy Mummy. He watched in disgust and awe as a man embraced her in a dark corner booth. The man’s face was hidden underneath sunglasses and the shadow of a hat, but Colin was persistent. He sat alone, hidden, but within earshot, and it didn’t take long to figure out who the mysterious man was.

“Don’t sugarcoat it, Bo,” Frank said. “If you don’t want to get married just tell me. Don’t spoonfeed me a bunch of excuses.”

“You know that’s not the case at all, Frank,” Bo said. “I just want a real wedding with my friends and family.”

“Bo, you know that can’t happen. Our families can barely coexist in the same city, let alone in a church watching the two of us get married.”

Even if Frank and Bo had known Colin was at the restaurant spying on them, they would have had the same conversation. The couple had grown tired of secret meetings and elaborate stories to cover their tracks. More and more they had begun to enjoy the busyness of the city as they once had, albeit with some level of discretion.

Being the lackey he was, Colin went straight to Mr. Oberry the next morning.

“She what?!” Mr. Oberry shouted, grabbing Colin by his lapels.

“That’s right, sir. I was just as shocked as you are,” Colin said.

Mr. Oberry stormed over to his desk picked up the phone in such haste that he knocked its base to the ground. After summoning Colin to pick it up, Mr. Oberry did something he never thought he’d do. He called Mr. Enberry. The only time the two men had ever spent together was the Cereal Conventions held ever year, and even then they did their best to avoid one another. Upon hearing the news, Mr. Enberry screamed as loud and Mr. Oberry had, and they called for a temporary alliance.

“Do these two not realize how they’re making us look?” Mr. Oberry bellowed.

“Frank told me was staying home all day,” Mr. Enberry said. “Let’s head over to my house first.”

Mr. Oberry rushed out to his car, Colin not too far behind, and the two men drove to Enberry Incorporated to pick up Mr. Enberry. The two fathers muttered greetings to each other while Colin sat smiling in the backseat, eager to watch Frank’s heart break. Mr. Oberry sped up the driveway and stopped just short of the garage door. Mr. Enberry unlocked the front door and threw it aside as he raced up to Frank’s room, Mr. Oberry and Colin followed close.

“This way,” Mr. Enberry said pointing right.

Before Mr. Enberry went to grab the doorknob, but froze. Colin and Mr. Oberry did the same.

“What…What is that?” Colin asked.

“It better not be what I think it is,” Mr. Oberry said.

“I’m afraid it is,” Mr. Enberry replied. “I’m afraid it is.”

The doorknob was flecked with not only red crumbs, but blue crumbs as well, and inside the doors laughter could be heard.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Mr. Enberry screamed as he charged through the door.

The level of his voice alone was enough to cause Frank to panic and he spilled his bowl all over his lap.

“Blueberry?! In my house?!” Mr. Enberry said furiously. “Have you gone mad, boy?!”

How anyone heard anyone else in that room is a miracle because at the same time Mr. Enberry was yelling at Frank, Mr. Oberry was shouting at Bo for eating a bowl of strawberry flavored cereal. Colin was cupping his hands, shaking, riddled with excitement. When the volume in the room settled, Frank and Bo were able to plead their case.

“I doubt that you two came in here to yell at us about cereal,” Frank said. “So why don’t you say what’s really on your mind.”

Mr. Enberry spoke first. “How could you betray our family, Frank? You know that we don’t associate with Oberrys. They are selfish, stubborn people.”

“Who are you calling selfish and stubborn, Enberry?” Mr. Oberry said. He turned his attention to Bo. “Honey, starting a relationship with an Enberry will only lead to disaster. They are but money-grubbing snakes.”

As the two men began to argue, Frank and Bo looked at each other and rolled their eyes. A loud whistle from Frank stopped the argument. “Look at yourselves,” he said. “You two are the same person! Can you even remember why you hate each other? Have you even tried the other’s cereal?”

The question caught both men off guard. They looked at each other with puzzled looks upon their faces.

“Please Daddy, try it for me,” Bo said. “End this now so Frank and I can be happy. I want you to see me get married."

Mr. Oberry locked eyes with his rival. “I’ll be honest, Enberry,” he said. “I’ve not once had your cereal.”

“And I yours,” Mr. Enberry said. An optimistic silence filled the room until it was broken by an impatient Colin.

“Aw, come on! Don’t fall for that!” he said.

“Shut up, Count. Go wait in the car,” Mr. Oberry ordered.

As Colin sulked out of the room, Mr. Oberry turned back to Mr. Enberry. “I’m willing to try it if you are,” he said. Mr. Enberry agreed.

The Oberry-Enberry feud ended that day as each man couldn’t get enough of the other’s product. Although they remain on opposing hills, the two families went into business together and to commemorate the historic occasion, they released a brand new cereal, the Frank and Bo Enberry Fruit Medley, complete with wedding bell marshmallows. As for Colin “Count” Chocula, he was terminated and fled Millsville, never to be heard from again.