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Chowder was alone in the catering company that day. There hadn't
been any significantly large order in a week, so Mung Daal decided
it was as good a time as any to go out ans restock on supplies.
Meanwhile, Chowder sat bored in the kitchen, eating a bag of
mozerella cheese one strand at a time. He slowly munched on his
79th strand, by his count, when suddenly the phone rang.
"Heys guys I need a little somethin' for ya. That's right, it's
time for the Intra-Dimensional Muffins. I'll be needing 'em
sometime by the month. Okay then." Gazpacho hung up. Chowder now
sat there in high intrigue. "Imagine if I could make those muffins
all on my own..."
Chowder immediately sprung up and prepared for work. Reaching down
his throat, he pulled a high-density titanium muffin plate, some
sugar and a spray-can of butter. He then entered the Forbidden
Cellar figureing no one would mind much and grabbed a box of
cornmeal from the Nightmare Shelf. Next he pulled a really strong
spoon from a drawer and began to stir the ingredients. Finally
Chowder poured the mix into the plate and placed it in the oven.
Not too soon the oven burst open and the muffen plate hovered out
in all of it's unparallelled glory. Chowder was awe-struck. The
plate floated over to a nearby table and landed itself there.
Now Chowder had never smelled an Intra-Dimensional Muffin. He had
thought he smelled one before but wasn't quite sure. Nonetheless he
was determined to find out. He moved over to the table but bumped
into it and knocked a muffin.
The muffin fizzed briefly, then burst open and formed into a
vortex. A voice from what sounded like it was coming from a radio
transmission cried out "This is an S.O.S.! To anyone to can hear
this, we are stranded in Jurassic Par..." The voice became garbled
with static.
Chowder approached the vortex and noticed a reptilian head sticking
out. "That looks like a velociraptor!" Chowder exclaimed. The
velociraptor, as it indeed was, climbed out of the vortex and moved
over to Chowder. It looked over Chowder and sniffed his face
briefly. The raptor found no further interest in Chowder and walked
out of the kitchen.
In the loading bay however, the raptor went ballistic, tearing open
boxes of flour and scratching up delivery vehicles. It headed
outside, where screams of terror and pain were heard. Chowder was
aghast.
"Oh boy, we're gonna be having ourselves a whooooole lot of trouble."