In regards to you and your friends at a food court in a mall....?

Question

can you write an amusing paragraph or 2 or more that has a "mystery theme" and that includes these phrases?
As you all know, this is not homework. Just some great fun on Yahoo.
1. She was here one minute and gone the next!
2. As far as I know, Chinese food does not have that affect on people.
3. The laws of physics are in danger today.
4. Could be the work of that deranged florist.
5. Suddenly, someone spoke in an eerie voice on the mall loud speaker system.
6. The lights went out...people screamed.....I finished eating my veggie burger.

Answer 1

Heritage Mall was hectic that time of year. People were rushing everywhere to find that ever-elusive last-minute Christmas gift that someone just has to have. Personally, I was looking for a dancing Elmo doll for my niece. Batteries not included. Headaches guaranteed. My old friend Ashley had dropped into town. I hadn't seen her in a decade. She had agreed to go with me to the mall, and had even offered to drive. We had stopped in a store in the mall, on the way to the children's store, and I had been so taken with a sweater that I had bought it with my credit card. Ashley had pointed out an iron bed that was interesting, but I had insisted we head over to the toy store before the Elmo dolls were all gone. I finally found one, and, since I had completely forgotten to eat breakfast that morning, I was practically starving by lunchtime. The Food Court was packed, and Ashley and I had to scout out a table. We took turns ordering lunch so as not to lose our table. As I sat to eat, the lights above went out. People screamed. I finished eating my veggie burger. This city always has blackouts. Though the light would have been useful. I accidentally bit my finger. Ashley had been walking toward the table, but I heard her cry out, and her plastic plate clattered on the tabletop. She must have tripped. Suddenly, someone spoke in an eerie voice on the mall loudspeaker system. "Teresa Mitchell..." I snorted. "Yes, God?" The voice spoke again. "Will you come to the security desk, please?" -- "Can I wait for the power to come back on, please?" I said, drowned out by the anxious chattering of the shoppers. As if someone had heard, the lights came back on. I popped the last bite of my burger into my mouth and stood. "Are you coming, Ashley?" She didn't answer. I whirled, and her seat was empty. She was here one minute and gone the next! Ashley's Chinese noodles littered the table. I stared at a long noodle hanging in the air in front of me. The laws of physics are in danger today, I thought, poking at it. It flopped down from the lamp above the table. It had been hooked on a wire. That didn't explain where Ashley had gone. She couldn't have just disappeared. As far as I know, Chinese food does not have that affect on people. Well, if she had gone to the bathroom or something, she would have heard my name being called, and would know I would be at the security desk. I cleaned what I could of the noodles. The speaker system repeated, "Teresa Mitchell. Please come to the security desk." -- "Well, sorry I'm taking so long," I muttered sarcastically, dumping the tray's contents into the garbage. I had seen the security desk on my way to the Food Court, so I knew where to go. A slightly overweight guard asked, "Teresa Mitchell?" I nodded. "What's going on?" The guard motioned for me to look at the video screen. "Can you explain this?" The small screen showed a large basket of flowers in a furniture store. "Could be the work of a deranged florist," I muttered quietly. Suddenly my eyes grew wide. On the screen, Ashley and I appeared. Ashley motioned at an iron bedframe. I remembered her pointing that out. On the screen, as I turned, Ashley slipped something into my pocket, an intricate silver necklace. I gasped. Ashley had used me for shoplifting? Looking down now, I felt in my pocket, to find nothing. I showed the guard my empty pocket. "That necklace was worth $200," the guard scowled. "Well, I don't have it!" I cried out. "I don't know where Ashley went, either! She was going to sit at the table, and the lights went out." The guard's expression did not soften. "I'll have to ask you to pay for that necklace." I ended up having to write a check for something I never saw. Ashley had driven me to the mall, so I had to borrow the security's phone to call my sister and ask for a ride. And now, five years later, I haven't seen Ashley since she spilt all her noodles.

Answer 2

'Remember' I said to my friends from Italy, whilst Lena, the youngest in-law acted as interpreter 'we are window shopping - not spending. Most of the sale clothing and shoes is sub-standard and specially made for post-Christmas Sales. OK, Lena'. Lena was all hands and sounds as she explained what I had said. Momma shrugged her shoulders whilst Jacamo just looked about himself in amazement. Young Pietro had not taken a blind bit of notice of what either of us had said.
An hour and a half later, we all assembled in the Food Court where I suggested having something to eat rather than cook at home. Again Lena did the necessary. 'Tell them that I'm paying' I said to Lena and when done, a look of pleasure appeared on Momma's face. I knew she had an appetite like a horse.
The table displays of some beautiful flowers were being rearranged by a strange looking female florist nearby and when I say strange, this one was really weird.
'Chinese' Momma said licking her lips. I knew that Pietro and Jacamo would eat anything, including the table if they got no food soon. Lena and I would have beef burgers. Lena said in her fine Italian learned English 'I no like Chinese food, it no good. Pasta yes, rice and noodles, no. It make me giddy and fall down'. 'As far as I know, Chinese food does not have that affect on people' I tried to explain but she continued to shake her head.
Suddenly, the lights went out...people screamed...I finished eating my veggie burger, having had no luck in getting what I ordered. It took only a minute or at the most two for the emergency lighting to switch on but as soon as it did Lena called out 'My purse - my purse she is gone with a thief. Where my purse'. We searched the floor without success. 'It just disappear' Lena was close to tears. 'Disappeared my ar*se' I said to my self 'because if it did the laws of physics are in danger today'. Pietro, whom I knew spoke some English but had remained Italian spoken all day, suddenly spoke out in good English 'Could be the work of that (strange) deranged florist doing the flowers. She was here one minute and gone the next'.
We continued to search in the vicinity of the table for the purse without success. I made Lena search her pockets but no, it was gone alright and no-one, other than Pietro had any suggestion as to who was responsible.
Suddenly, someone spoke in an eerie voice on the mall loud speaker system. The voice was soft and low, and appeared to be putting on a strange accent. 'Lena darling' the voice said 'you are as beautiful as the sunset over Monte Carlo'.
'What the hell' I thought 'you can see Monte Carlo from the house just inside the Italian Border. Admittedly, about twenty miles away down the valley but whoever is speaking knows more than he is saying'.
'Yes Lena darling - it is you. Before you leave for England, we make love in the olive grove. You beautiful thing you. It is signed Vittorio'. 'What the hell' I exclaimed loudly.
I looked and saw that Lena, who had recently only celebrated her sixteenth birthday, was blushing and I do not think that Momma, her mother needed any translation.
'Yes Lena' the voice concluded in a normal English accent 'you left your purse in the ladies toilet and the letter was the only clue to your identity. You can collect it at the information desk'.................

Answer 3

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Answer 4

"Oh lord," I said, falling into one of the food court chairs. "My feet are killing me!" We had been shopping for what seemed like ages, but was really only a few hours or so. "Got that right," Betty agreed, setting her shopping bags carefully down before sitting down across the table from me. Ronni groaned as she sat as well, "I'll never walk again!" I laughed. "Yeah, you will," I answered. "You're going to go get our food for us when they call out our order." Ronni glared at me. "And just why am I going to do that?" I smiled beseechingly at her. "Because you're sitting closest to the food stalls." She sighed. "Fine. But you two have to carry some of my stuff for me." I heard our number being called, and Ronni zombie-walked her way over. She brought the food back, sat in her chair, and calmly stated, "I'm not moving for at least another hour. My feet can't take it." I laughed and helped Betty divvy out the food. Betty's nose wrinkled as she handed Ronni her plate of Moo Goo Gai Pan. "I don't understand how on earth you can eat that stuff," she sniffed. "It looks so gross!" Ronni laughed and unwrapped the little wooden chopsticks City Wok had provided. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. This stuff tastes great." Betty still looked skeptical. The three of us then started eating. Betty picked up her chicken sandwich and was just about to take a bite when a guy with a basket of flowers walked up to us, and out of the blue started talking to us! "You know you're eating a chicken that once walked, squawked, ate, lived, and loved, right?" We just stared at him. Why was he talking to us? He shook his head sadly. "When you're reincarnated as a chicken, you'll know what it feels like. You, though," he said to me, "you know what it's all about. Good for you!" I realized he was talking about the veggie burger I had ordered. He walked away, and we just stared. "Good for you, Kit," Betty snickered at me. "Shut up," I laughed. I was just taking my first bite when the lights went out... people screamed... I finished eating my veggie burger. Black outs are common around here, so we three didn't put too much thought into it. We just kept right on eating our food. But in about ten minutes when the lights came on I realized I had reason to be worried. "Ronni? Where'd she go?" I asked. The chair next to me was now empty. "I don't know!" Betty replied. "She was here one minute and gone the next!" I glanced around the food court for her, but I didn't see her. Betty offered a theory. "Maybe she realized she was crazy for eating that stuff, and got up to order something else." I shook my head. "She's not by any of the stands. Where on earth could she be?" Betty offered another theory, this one totally implausible. "Well, I don't know! Maybe she took a bite of that stuff. It reacted to her stomach juices, creating a high-lifting gas, and if I look up she'll be floating above our heads." "Oh lord," I rolled my eyes. "The laws of physics are in danger today. Betty, as far as I know, Chinese food does not have that affect on people." Betty snorted. "It has to do something. It's just too weird." We continued looking around, but didn't see her. Betty offered another idea. "Hey, it could be the work of that deranged florist!" "What?!" I asked, now totally exasperated. "Well!" Betty argued. "There's meat in that stuff, isn't there? And he obviously doesn't like us eating meat. Maybe when the lights went off he-" "Stop right there," I told her. "I'm sure Ronni just got up and went somewhere. The bathroom, maybe. I'll go look." Suddenly, someone spoke in an eerie voice on the mall loud speaker system. "There is a brown Ford Taurus with its lights on in parking lot E. A brown Ford Taurus. Also, Will Kit Sanderson and Betty Seite please come to the mall security offices? Kit Sanderson and Betty Seite." "Oh lord," I said as we stood up. "What's she done now?" We gathered our things and headed right on over there. There was Ronni, looking thoroughly guilty. "I didn't do it, guys!" She yelled at us as we came in. "Vouch for me!" "Are you two Kit Sanderson and Betty Seite?" a short and slightly balding old man in a mall security guard uniform asked us. "Yeah," Betty answered. He nodded. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave, and take this young lady with you," he said. "Seems she tried to take advantage of the power outage to steal a basket of flowers. I'll admit, it ain't worth much, but we can't have that kind of thing going on." "But she wouldn't do that!" I argued. Betty agreed with me, and Ronni shook her head wildly. "I only fell into the guy! I didn't try and steal anything!" Betty snorted as recognition hit and asked, "This the 'this chicken once loved' guy we're talking about?" Ronni now nodded wildly. "It was dark! I remembered I'd ordered a raspberry smoothie and I got up to go get it!" "Oh, yeah," Betty snorted again. "Raspberry goes well with Chinese. Officer, she's telling the truth. I remember her ordering a smoothie. And besides, she couldn't get away with it because he would've been right there when the lights came on and he would've known, and we would have been busted." The security guard shook his head slightly. "This is one of those situations," he said, "where I've got several different stories. Now, I'm not going to ban you, but I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises. Just for the rest of the day. You understand." Resigned to our fates, we stood. Gathering our things, we went out to the parking lot. From behind us we heard laughter. We turned to see the chicken guy smirking at us. "Serves you right!" Betty's face turned bright red and she started back to him, but he stepped back into the mall. We couldn't go in. Betty sighed and called him a creep. I shook my head. "At least Ronni didn't get arrested," I shrugged. Ronni was quite silent on the ride home, and when we dropped her off, she turned to us and said, "You wouldn't be mad at me if I had tried to steal a flower, would you?" She turned and went inside. Betty and I just stared. Ronni would never admit to having been caught red-handed, and Betty and I soon forgot the incident, but every time after when a blackout occurs, I wonder quietly to myself. Did she try to steal the flowers?