Stew-Fried What-Now??

On a lower floor, two men were stepping out of a store called "Shoe Locker" with arms full of boxes. 

"These are far superior to the other shoes." LaRee glanced one more time at his new, dark green and black shoes. He kept wiggling his toes to feel the dexterity they offered. "Also, thank you for the help, Loo."

Baloo was carrying three of the five shoe boxes, including the empty one from the shoes currently on LaRee's feet. 

"It's no problem. I'm just glad to help, Bro."

"And I am glad to have your help," LaRee commented with a humble nod. "I think it is time to see the rooftop. Yes?" 

"Yeah, let's do that!" Baloo yelled.

Smiling at his larger yet younger brother, LaRee pointed at a small food cart. "As a thank you, I will get you something. What would you like?" 

"Really? Then I want that one!" Baloo rushed the cart with predatory eyes. "And this one. That one too–"