"Dad!"

"Hey, Dad!"

The man turned from his customers, looking down at his twin boys. They seemed urgent, jumping up and down. He sighed.

"What?"

"Dad! There are bugs!"

"There are bugs in the wall!"

Jimmy Pesto hesitated, turning to his customers. He didn't want any sort of panic among his customers, he couldn't let something like this get out, if the twins were telling him the truth. Not that they were notorious liars, they just happened to be a little eccentric. He laughed, pushing them away from the crowd and behind the counter.

"What are you talking about?"

"There are bugs in the wall!"

"Yeah, and they're eating the wood!"

"What? Show me."

They grabbed his hands, running up to their apartment. They led him down the hall, past his room, past the bathroom, his other son's room, until they brought him into their room. They dropped his hands and rushed to their dresser, each twin on either side, pushing it away from the wall. He was genuinely curious now, tilting his head to get a better look. Behind the dresser, he saw some small holes in the wall, clear indications that something small had been eating away at the wood. He shook his head.

"No, no, this can't happen, not at my restaurant."

Without saying a word, he ran from the twins' room, to the kitchen, where he grabbed the phone. He knelt to get under the cupboard, and searched around until he found his big yellow phone book. He crossed his legs, and flipped through the book, desperately trying to find a certain number. He hardly noticed when his three kids walked into the room.

"Dad, what's going on?" His oldest, Jimmy Jr, asked.

"Not now, Jimmy."

The man shooed away his sons, and pointed a finger on a number, tapping them into the phone. He listened urgently as it rang a few times, before a formal voice picked up.

"Hello, Termite-mare On Elm Street, this is David speaking, how may I help you?"

"Yes, hello, I've got a bit of a termite problem here, I need you to come quick,"

"Doesn't everybody," David laughed, Jimmy rolled his eyes to himself, "How quickly do you need?"

"Soon as possible. I've gotta restaurant, Jimmy Pesto's, I don't know if you've heard of it?"

"Oh, Jimmy Pesto's! I love that place!"

"Really? Well, if you come quicker I might be able to get you some coupons for a free meal."

"Are you serious? That'd be awesome! I'll pencil you in on Wednesday!"

"Oh, you're the best! Thank you so much."

"Anything for Jimmy Pesto! You can expect exterminators there between 9 and 12. I assume you know to take everything you need before they begin?"

"Of course, only an idiot would leave without taking the things they need!" Jimmy laughed.

"Alright, have a good day, Mr Pesto,"

"And to you!" With that, he hung up the phone, and smiled. Another crisis averted. He found himself privately gloating until his son spoke up again.

"Uh, Dad? Where are we gonna stay?"