Hiya! So, flying utterly made this new challenge… and I'm doing it!
Puck learns to cook
Puck's POV
"Puck! Liebling?!" The old lady's voice called upstairs, and Puck scowled. He was finishing a plate of very yummy rice and chicken, that he had found in the fridge, lying there, waiting for Puck to eat it. Puck quickly gobbled down the last bites, and licking the plate clean, flew downstairs. Sabrina, who had been going to the washroom, wrinkled her nose in disgust at him. He stuck his tongue out at her, and then went to meet the old lady.
"What's up, old lady?" Puck asked, sauntering into the kitchen. "Puck, libeling." Granny said. "Did you eat the rice and chicken that Sabrina had bought for herself?" Puck looked at the ground, just a little guilty. "Yes! I mean, it was just sitting there… waiting to be eaten." The old lady clucked her tongue, and grabbed her car keys.
"You know, Puck, Sabrina's going to be angry with you. " The old lady sighed. "I know." Puck grinned. "I'll just throw some glop grenades at her to calm her down." "Calm me down about what?" Sabrina asked, entering the kitchen. Her blond hair was wrapped up in a fluffy towel, and she was wearing her Pajamas. "Oh, and by the way, Granny, where's the food I bought from the store today? I'm pretty hungry." Granny shot him an accusing look.
"Oh, come on!" Puck protested, but before he knew it, the old lady was out the door. Thanks for the help, Old lady, Puck thought. When he turned to face Sabrina, she was tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for an answer. "Well, Fairy Boy? Where's my food?"
Well, it's now or never, Puck thought, sorrowfully. "Um, Grimm? I kinda ate your food." Now he'd done it. He closed his eyes shut, waiting for a knife to impale into his head but nothing happened. He opened one eye to see Grimm looking through the cabinets. "Grimm? Are you not supposed to be killing me right now?" Originally, she didn't answer. "Found it!" She shouted, and pulled a dusty cooking book out of the cabinet. "Here, stinkpot." She shoved it towards him, and Puck almost fell over from the weight of the book.
It must've weighed about 300 pounds. "Woah! What's in here?" Puck slammed the book down on the kitchen table, coughing at the dust spreading from under it. "Recipes." Grimm answered, flipping the book open. "Recipes?!" Puck asked. Sabrina didn't answer. She turned from page to page, muttering nonsense under her breath. "Here!" She stopped at an extremely dusty and wrinkled page. Puck found himself reading it.
The top said, Grimm Recipes. And then, there was a full description about how the book was passed on from generations of Grimm's. At the bottom of the page, Puck found a little note on how to make cheese lasagna. It seemed simple enough. "What do you want me to do?" Puck asked. "What do you think? Obviously, make the lasagna. If you don't…." She stopped to think, and then she grinned evilly. "Kraven the Deceiver gets it." And she left the room, with an air of superiorty around her, and Puck scowled. Grimm did NOT just go there. "Stupid Grimm." He muttered, taking a cup out of the kitchen cupboard. He read the instructions over again once more.
Puck scoffed. This would be easy. He took a plastic dollar store tray and set some lasagna covers on it. Then he dumped a bunch of cheese, green peppers, mustard and for a little of his own taste, chilli pepper. Actually, a lot of chili pepper.
He scrounged through the fridge again, and saw a pack of simply made sausages lying right there. Puck seemed to forget that it was Sabrina lasagna that he was making, so he put uncooked lasagna on top of the chili pepper. Licking his lips, he considered his cooking a success. So he covered the food with lasagna strips again, and with everything on a plastic tray, he shoved it into the oven at high.
He had 45 minutes to kill, as the cookbook said, so he flew upstairs and started working on the glop grenades. A few minutes later, a large BOOM was heard from the kitchen. He quickly dropped his grenade, splattering it over one of his chimpanzees, and flew downstairs. Smoke seemed to erupting from the kitchen, and when he entered, the oven was shaking, and the lasagna was exploding inside. "GRIMM! UNCLE JAKE! MARSHMELLOW!" Puck yelled, taking the fire extinguishers and spraying it widely around.
Grimm burst into the room, with Marshmellow behind her and then a very sleep looking Jake. "Puck?! What did you do?" Sabrina shouted over the booms of the oven. Puck shrugged, and tried to put on an innocent expression. "I made lasagna?" "Sabrina, you let him make LASAGNA?!" Jake yelled. "Yea, and it supposed to easy if he followed the instructions!" Sabrina yelled back.
Then, the oven door burst open and the over cooked lasagna flew out, splattering over 2 very angry Grimms, an over- excited child, Puck and Elvis, who had just entered the kitchen. "Yum!" Daphne said, licking her palm. "Ew, Daph, don't do that." Marshmellow stuck her tongue out at Grimm. "Not your problem." Grimm rolled her eyes, and then looked down at herself. "Puck, what are we covered in?!" "Uh…. Cheese, green peppers, chili pepper, and sausages?" Puck said warily.
At the sound of sausage Elvis perked up. Puck realized what he did, but a minute too late before E;vis snatched the sticky sausage from Daphne's back. "NO!" Jake cried, dodging forward to snatch the sausage away from Elvis's mouth. But, sadly, Elvis swallowed it in one gulp. The family looked at each other for a few moments, and everyone ran out, ignoring Elvis's wails.
They stopped outside, momentarily watching green gas float out of the house windows. Then, Grimm turned to him.
"I am never, EVER letting you cook again Fairy- boy!"
THE END
A/n Okay, so it wasn't that good probably, but forgive me alright? I'm gonna connect these chapters somehow, make it into a story. The next chapter should be up by evening, if not, tomorrow morning. Thanks lovelies- bye 3 - Am :D