Part 1: Pierre and Denny

Pierre looked out of his window as bright sunlight streamed in. Being a Gourmet, he must try to spend every second trying to solve the big mysteries that food may have.

But, why not end work early today? It did look very nice outside. "Alright, a little walk couldn't hurt." Pierre said to himself.

He adjusted his hat, brushed off some bread crumbs, and stepped outside.

The first thing he saw was the beach with its white sand, clear blue ocean, and…Charlie and Eliza.

"Oh no, not them!" Pierre said under his breath as he silently tiptoed behind a rock, and then behind Denny's house.

"Thank the Goddess I got-" Pierre turned around to find Denny adjusting a fish net. The two guys looked at each other for a moment, with sharp eyes and no smile at all.

It was unknown why Denny and Pierre hated one another so much…perhaps it is because Pierre can catch a huge shark and then eat it (or at least part of it), and all Denny managed to get was a little yellow tooth. But, they both love purple!

Or, maybe it was because they were after the same girl…Chelsea, the island farmer. She was already great friends with Denny. No one not even Lanna, the girl who crushes on the fisherman, would be surprised if Denny and Chelsea whet to the Fireworks Festival together.

Sadly for Pierre, he was only an 'acquaintance' for the young rancher. He was just someone who Chelsea would say 'Hello' to if she happened to walk by.

"Hey, Pierre…" Denny said, still staring at Pierre.

"Hello, Denny…" The Gourmet looked at his shoes to avoid the fisherman's scary eyes.

Suddenly, a high giggly voice was heard from the beach. "C'mon Charlie try to catch me! You're too slow!" It was Eliza playing one of her silly games.

Denny looked in the direction of the two children, gave an evil smirk and yelled, "Hey guys! Pierre wants to play house with ya!" Then he ran off laughing.

Pierre sank to the ground. He knew what was going to happen. He would be the child of the family in Charlie and Eliza's little 'game'. Now he hated Denny even more.

"Pierre! Hurry up! Let's play right now! You have to be the little baby!" The kids came over to where the little chef sat and began to pull on his purple coat.

That's it. He was done. He was not going to play with these kids anymore! "No! I do not want to play with you! I am no child! Get someone else to play!" Then he stormed off, his face as red as ever, while Denny silently watched close by.

When Pierre was completely out of sight, he emerged from his hiding spot and clapped his hands. "Bravo! That was too good!" He laughed loudly.

Walking up right behind Denny was Chelsea. "What's so funny?"

"I…just…watched Pierre…" He couldn't stop laughing, but the brunette rancher in front of him wasn't smiling at all.

"What did he do?"

Finally, the laughter silenced and Denny managed to explain the whole story. "Well, apparently the shrimp of a Gourmet was running from those two kids, so I said to them that he wanted to play house. Then, Pierre got so mad that he turned red and actually stood up to Charlie and Eliza. It was so funny!"

Chelsea did not smile. "Denny!" She pushed his shoulder.

"Hey!" He was shocked by the girl's reaction. "What was that for?"

"That was so mean! You don't do that sort of thing to people." Chelsea looked away from Denny, who was now pouting. He was really mad at himself for making this great girl upset.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just that…well, Pierre and I don't really get along."

"So? How about you just stay away from Pierre instead of laughing at him!"

"Why do you care so much?" Denny really did wonder.

"I am a caring person! Why do you care that I care?" Chelsea was up in the fisherman's face trying to make come-backs.

While wiping a drop of spit away from his cheek, Denny replied, "What?"

"Ugh! Goodbye, Denny!" Chelsea stomped away towards her house, to get away.

"Um, bye?" The brown haired boy stood not believing what he had just witnessed. He had to find a way to make Chelsea feel better, and to get a date to the Fireworks Festival.

Back at Pierre's House…

"I hate Denny!" Pierre was violently cutting up different vegetables and fruits, hoping to let all of his anger go.

After pausing for a moment, he thought about what would happen if Chelsea had seen his little temper in action. He would have been redder than his tomatoes.

Speaking of Chelsea, Pierre had noticed that she was walking right outside his window. She looked angry…very angry.

With Denny still in the Gourmet's thoughts, he continued to cut, but he still looked out the window at the wonderful rancher.

Then it happened. He sliced his own fingers instead of the lettuce. "Ow! Aaagghh! OWW!" Pierre jumped up and down in pain.

He didn't know what to do. He was not a doctor, he was a CHEF! His fingers were red with blood, and they hurt really bad.

Pierre needed to get to a phone and call Dr. Trent. He didn't know anyone else on the island that could heal such a big wound. Unfortunately, there was only one phone on the entire island, and it was Chelsea's.

With a rag wrapped around his hand, Pierre ran outside, not thinking that she still might be outside his house, and ran right into her.

"Hey, wha-" Chelsea noticed that she was looking at Pierre, and saw the bright red rag on his hand. "Your hand…what happened? Never mind, come with me!" She grabbed his good hand pulled him over to her house.

Pierre blushed as he was brought into the coolness of Chelsea's home. He was not only happy about healing his wound, but he was also glad that it was Chelsea who was helping him.

End of Part 1: Pierre and Denny