Author's Note: This is kind of a side series to a different series which
I actually haven't gotten the second chapter done of. However, it uses
the same characters, and the same household that will be used in chapter
3, so yeah. ^_^* This is a real recipe, too (All the foods made in
the "COOKS!" series are), so you can use it in your own kitchen! Make a
"COOKS!" Cook book! It'll be fun!! Really!! Free of charge! All recipes
copyright their respective owners.
Disclaimer: Any characters that aren't mine belong to whoever owns them.
I don't know the names of these people, but they know who they are.
^_^^_^^_~
TIKI COOKS!!
Episode 1: Brownies
by Tiki Rocket
"No, you CAN'T help!" Tiki yelled as she shoved the door closed.
Her older sister, LeaMarie, older brother, StormChaser, and younger
sister, Lucky, were all on the other side pushing to get in.
"But we wanna!"
"Someone's gotta make sure you don't trash the kitchen again!"
"I wanna see you make a mess!"
Tiki sighed in frustration, pushed as hard as she could, and
bolted the door. "You CAN'T help, I didn't mess it up THAT badly, and
I WILL CLEAN THE MESS." She let out a quick, exhasperated breath, and
said, "All right. Where's my cook book?"
Before she did anything, though, she put on her apron; past bad
experiences had taught her this lesson well. She grabbed her favorite
green and black apron, then she dug through the shelves, pulling out a
"Kid's Cooking" book, and opened it to the recipe everyone in the house-
including their cousin Josh, who never appealed to anything- loved.
"Disgustingly Rich Brownies! Okay, let's see, what first? Hmm,
well, lets start with getting out all the necessary materials..."
She went down the list, pulling things out of various cupboards
and setting them on the kitchen table. "Sugar, flour, eggs, cocoa,
vanilla extract, butter, salt, shortening, mixing bowl, and... Baking
pan! There, now, to measure the ingredients..." she pulled out the
measuring utensils, muttering them aloud as she went. With the powdered ingredients, she put them into the mixing bowl; She'd never felt any
sense of order about mixing those together.
"Okay, two cups of sugar..." She carefully measured out the
sugar; a little too much was likely to send all of her family members
spinning, and the Rockets didn't need any more hyperactivity than what
they already had. Their guardians- Jessie, Cassidy, James, and Butch,
four Team Rocket members who were currently on a VERY long break- would
probably lock themselves in a room and refuse to come out until the
sugar/caffeine had worn off or until the brownies were gone.
She dumped the sugar in the bowl, along with the 1 1/4 cups of
flour, and mixed it together. As soon as it was blended to her liking,
she made a small crater in the center of the white powder and dumped in
the 3/4 cup of baking cocoa and 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and whisked it all
together into a weird brown mess.
"All right, let's see... Heat 2 cubes (1 cup) of butter until
melted. Easy enough!" She pulled out a measuring cup, crammed the two
sticks of butter in, and microwaved it for a minute.
"Uh oh," she muttered. "I forgot to preheat the oven... I still
have time! How hot does it need to be?" She looked at the instructions,
scanning over the directions. "Okay, 350 degrees farenheit... oh, and I
still need to grease the fraggin' pan... Snot, I keep forgetting stuff
like this and I'm gonna make a HUGE mess..."
She greased the pan and looked back to her instructions. "Okay.
Now what?"
She saw the eggs. "Ooh, right, eggs. Four. Got it." The microwave
beeped. "Shut up, I'll get to you in a minute." She tapped the eggs on the
table, then cracked them open over the bowl, watching them slide from the
peak of the cocoa/sugar/salt/flour mess down to the sides. then, she ran
over to the microwave (narrowly missing hitting a chair) and got the
butter. She returned to the bowl, pouring the butter in, watching it
errode the mound of stuff, then grabbed the whisk.
"Time to stir!" she said joyously; she began mixing at a speed that
barely fell short of phenomenal.
within a few minutes, the mixture was a dark brown color; needless
to say, it looked a lot like mud.
"Hmm... what'd I forget?" She thought for a minute, then looked back
over the ingredients. When she saw it, she smacked her forehead and sighed.
"Duh. The vanilla."
She put in the vanilla extract, mixed a little more, and lifted the
whisk. It was covered in sticky brown goo.
"Hnh, easily fixed," she said, and tapped it- a little too hard- on
the side of the bowl.
She blinked and jumped back a little as brownie goo flew through the
air. "Oops... James is NOT gonna be pleased with this..." James was
usually the one who ran the kitchen. If he caught much of this mess, Tiki
was gonna be in trouble...
She picked up the corner of her apron, wiped off her face, grabbed
a towel, and began to wipe off every possible surface that could've been
hit.
She heard the stove click just as she was throwing the towel into
the "dirty towel" hamper, and cried "Yay! Perfect timing!" She quickly
poured the contents of the bowl into the baking pan. "This smells like
it's gonna be yummy..." she muttered to herself. She practically threw
the pan into the oven, and set the timer.
45 minutes. Forty five minutes of trying to amuse herself. Tiki
was practically on the floor crying like a small, bored child when the
dinger finally went off. She jumped to her feet, grabbed the oven mitts,
pulled them on, yanked the oven door open and pulled out the steaming
brownies.
"Oh, yum!" She breathed, setting them on the open window sill and
closing the oven. She sat there for a few minutes, watching as the cool
air made the brownie surface crack and break.
half an hour later, after carefully cutting the brownies, she
unbolted the kitchen door. In tumbled two sisters, one brother, and a
cousin who'd smelled the brownies and come out of his basement laboratory.
"Is it ready?!" They all cried together.
"Yup! Grab a napkin and I'll serve," Tiki said.
Everyone sat around the kitchen, happily chewing the warm, soft
brownies a la Tiki Rocket.
I actually haven't gotten the second chapter done of. However, it uses
the same characters, and the same household that will be used in chapter
3, so yeah. ^_^* This is a real recipe, too (All the foods made in
the "COOKS!" series are), so you can use it in your own kitchen! Make a
"COOKS!" Cook book! It'll be fun!! Really!! Free of charge! All recipes
copyright their respective owners.
Disclaimer: Any characters that aren't mine belong to whoever owns them.
I don't know the names of these people, but they know who they are.
^_^^_^^_~
TIKI COOKS!!
Episode 1: Brownies
by Tiki Rocket
"No, you CAN'T help!" Tiki yelled as she shoved the door closed.
Her older sister, LeaMarie, older brother, StormChaser, and younger
sister, Lucky, were all on the other side pushing to get in.
"But we wanna!"
"Someone's gotta make sure you don't trash the kitchen again!"
"I wanna see you make a mess!"
Tiki sighed in frustration, pushed as hard as she could, and
bolted the door. "You CAN'T help, I didn't mess it up THAT badly, and
I WILL CLEAN THE MESS." She let out a quick, exhasperated breath, and
said, "All right. Where's my cook book?"
Before she did anything, though, she put on her apron; past bad
experiences had taught her this lesson well. She grabbed her favorite
green and black apron, then she dug through the shelves, pulling out a
"Kid's Cooking" book, and opened it to the recipe everyone in the house-
including their cousin Josh, who never appealed to anything- loved.
"Disgustingly Rich Brownies! Okay, let's see, what first? Hmm,
well, lets start with getting out all the necessary materials..."
She went down the list, pulling things out of various cupboards
and setting them on the kitchen table. "Sugar, flour, eggs, cocoa,
vanilla extract, butter, salt, shortening, mixing bowl, and... Baking
pan! There, now, to measure the ingredients..." she pulled out the
measuring utensils, muttering them aloud as she went. With the powdered ingredients, she put them into the mixing bowl; She'd never felt any
sense of order about mixing those together.
"Okay, two cups of sugar..." She carefully measured out the
sugar; a little too much was likely to send all of her family members
spinning, and the Rockets didn't need any more hyperactivity than what
they already had. Their guardians- Jessie, Cassidy, James, and Butch,
four Team Rocket members who were currently on a VERY long break- would
probably lock themselves in a room and refuse to come out until the
sugar/caffeine had worn off or until the brownies were gone.
She dumped the sugar in the bowl, along with the 1 1/4 cups of
flour, and mixed it together. As soon as it was blended to her liking,
she made a small crater in the center of the white powder and dumped in
the 3/4 cup of baking cocoa and 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and whisked it all
together into a weird brown mess.
"All right, let's see... Heat 2 cubes (1 cup) of butter until
melted. Easy enough!" She pulled out a measuring cup, crammed the two
sticks of butter in, and microwaved it for a minute.
"Uh oh," she muttered. "I forgot to preheat the oven... I still
have time! How hot does it need to be?" She looked at the instructions,
scanning over the directions. "Okay, 350 degrees farenheit... oh, and I
still need to grease the fraggin' pan... Snot, I keep forgetting stuff
like this and I'm gonna make a HUGE mess..."
She greased the pan and looked back to her instructions. "Okay.
Now what?"
She saw the eggs. "Ooh, right, eggs. Four. Got it." The microwave
beeped. "Shut up, I'll get to you in a minute." She tapped the eggs on the
table, then cracked them open over the bowl, watching them slide from the
peak of the cocoa/sugar/salt/flour mess down to the sides. then, she ran
over to the microwave (narrowly missing hitting a chair) and got the
butter. She returned to the bowl, pouring the butter in, watching it
errode the mound of stuff, then grabbed the whisk.
"Time to stir!" she said joyously; she began mixing at a speed that
barely fell short of phenomenal.
within a few minutes, the mixture was a dark brown color; needless
to say, it looked a lot like mud.
"Hmm... what'd I forget?" She thought for a minute, then looked back
over the ingredients. When she saw it, she smacked her forehead and sighed.
"Duh. The vanilla."
She put in the vanilla extract, mixed a little more, and lifted the
whisk. It was covered in sticky brown goo.
"Hnh, easily fixed," she said, and tapped it- a little too hard- on
the side of the bowl.
She blinked and jumped back a little as brownie goo flew through the
air. "Oops... James is NOT gonna be pleased with this..." James was
usually the one who ran the kitchen. If he caught much of this mess, Tiki
was gonna be in trouble...
She picked up the corner of her apron, wiped off her face, grabbed
a towel, and began to wipe off every possible surface that could've been
hit.
She heard the stove click just as she was throwing the towel into
the "dirty towel" hamper, and cried "Yay! Perfect timing!" She quickly
poured the contents of the bowl into the baking pan. "This smells like
it's gonna be yummy..." she muttered to herself. She practically threw
the pan into the oven, and set the timer.
45 minutes. Forty five minutes of trying to amuse herself. Tiki
was practically on the floor crying like a small, bored child when the
dinger finally went off. She jumped to her feet, grabbed the oven mitts,
pulled them on, yanked the oven door open and pulled out the steaming
brownies.
"Oh, yum!" She breathed, setting them on the open window sill and
closing the oven. She sat there for a few minutes, watching as the cool
air made the brownie surface crack and break.
half an hour later, after carefully cutting the brownies, she
unbolted the kitchen door. In tumbled two sisters, one brother, and a
cousin who'd smelled the brownies and come out of his basement laboratory.
"Is it ready?!" They all cried together.
"Yup! Grab a napkin and I'll serve," Tiki said.
Everyone sat around the kitchen, happily chewing the warm, soft
brownies a la Tiki Rocket.