Endive was very angry now so angry the mood fruit arround her chubby neck turned a malevolently dark black. The sudden onset of nasty black startled Panini who stepped back three steps, "Panini dear, grab your heavyset boytoy and drag him to the cellar..." the sinister Endive commanded the pink bunny who didn't need a second or two to do the action. Panini grabbed Chowder's arm and dragged him away.
"Chowder!" Mung cried to his assistant, but Endive grabbed his wrist and tugged him in the direction Panini dragging the sobbing Chowder were heading.
Once in the cellar they walked the long hallway with there hostages in clenched hands, "Panini, open the door!" The monsterous woman pointed to an aged door smelling of decaying Super Happy Cake. Panini with her free hand grabbed the gleaming and silver old knocker-like handle and wrenched it open. A split second later Chowder and Mung were thrusted in the dungeon-like room, "I hope you enjoy peeling my Gro-Tatoes..." Endive giggled as the mood fruit danced on her obese third chin. Endive threw the sack at them and slammed the door locking it with a steel padlock around the handle. Endive cackled as she heard Mung speak in a frantic tone.
"Peel!" Mung cried through the wooden door.
Endive squalled in utter delight as they heard a squelching noise which switched from a squall to a gasp, "Any second now he'll say... I'm... the better... chef?"
"Num-numms?" Panini whimpered as her livid expression became dark and forboding. The two waited for a single little whisper, nay, a murmur of being okay from the two beings behind the large wooden door.
Endive removed her fatty body from the door as the mood fruit turned a shade of turqoise that made Panini cry, "What have I done?" Miss Endive slowly moved her hand towards the ancient padlock unlocking it with a old and rusted key. The horror that unfolded before them was unbearible. The Gro-Tatoes had crushed the old chef and his chubby apprentice to an unattractive pulp. Endive felt sick and the mood fruit turned to a sewage green, "Panini, we killed them!" The words fell off her tounge like a sour cherry.
"We have to go to the police Miss Endive!" Panini grieved through tears as she stroked Chowder's hand which limply hung between a Gro-Tato and the cellar wall, "Oh my fallen prince why have I forsaken you?" Panini kissed his hand and let it fall in a silent cry from the world outside which had two innocent lives taken.
Miss Endive was ranting on about jail and how it would kill her, "No not now-!"
Panini slumped over to Endive and slapped her, "Miss Endive, we have been here to long the police might think voluntary manslaughter!" Panini quickly thought the situation though, "Miss Endive we need to run!" Panini was laughing internally at the prospect of Endive running.
Endive and Panini agreed on their plan they would leave Marzipan city at this moment.