Demon Wings

by Chupacabra Kid

One day, just before closing time, 2 strangers run in and order demon wings. Then, Mung's 'head chef' title is in jeopardy as they race the clock around the world to complete this forbidden dish. For my friend, Adrien!

1. The Order

Disclaimer: I don't own Chowder, (no, really?) but I do own CougarKid but General Kepo is owned by my friend. Aaaaaaand this is my first Chowder fanfic! YAY! So Bon Appetit!

Chapter 1

The Order

It was late one night, and Mung and the gang were getting ready to close. It had been another uneventful day, with no orders. Just as Schnitzel was closing the doors, 2 people were running at full speed to get in. One was short, looked like an evil rabbit, and was pink. He was wearing an army helmet. The other was much taller, looked like a big, yellow, friendly cat, and was wearing ragged clothes like a castaway. The shorter one ran through the doorway just in time, and the bigger one broke through the door and running over Schnitzel. "WE NEED A DISH, FAST!!" The larger one shouted, shaking Mung by the shoulders. They were all screaming something now. The smaller one stopped it all by slapping the bigger one upside the head. "Sorry, about that. Allow us to introduce ourselves, please." The bigger one said in a monotone caused by the slap. "I'm CougarKid!" He said happily, snapping out of his daze. "And I'm General Kepo, anyone got a problem with that?!" He demanded. "Aw.. can I call you, Kepo, you cute little bunny?" "NO YOU MAY NOT, AND I'M A CAT!!" he replied, taking out a laser and dissolving Truffles. They all gasped, and he said, "Don't worry, she'll be fine." And sure enough, she poofed right back. "Oh, Wow! Are you the world-famous Schnitzel?" CK asked. "Radda Radda!" he stated proudly. "Never heard of you." He shot back. "Okay, so how can I help you?" Mung asked blandly. "Well we need an order.." CK said. "Congratulations for remembering that, CougarKid ." Kepo replied sarcastically. "You get a cookie." he continued, throwing a cookie to CK, hitting him in the face with it. "Yeahhhh... what KIND of order?" Mung asked. "We require a rare dish." Chowder and Mung both looked excited at this. "We need Italian demon wings." He finished. Chowder still had an excited look, but Mung looked like he would die at the mention of that dish. "D-D-D-D-D-Demon W-Wings?" He managed to choke. "Oh, Boy!" Chowder said with glee. "Oh, no." Mung said with fear.

OOOHH!! SUSPENSE, SUSPENSE! WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT DEMON WINGS? FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER! OH, AND FOR THOSE WHO DIDN'T GET THE REFERENCE, DEMON WINGS ARE THE CHOWDER EQUIVALENT OF ANGEL WINGS! THIS STORY IS FOR MY GOOD FRIEND ADRIEN!