The Adventure of Chowder: Snacks
Disclaimer – anything you know is not mine is exactly that, not mine! The Chowder cartoon does not and forever will not be mine.
Summary: Their purpose is to satisfy; their goal is to be taken. Welcome to the world of snacks. Where being tasty is fetal.
AN: everyone in chowder world is some kind of snack.
My name is chowder, Chum chowder and I'm of the cookie race. I am made out of dough. The worst kind of dough you can possible find, wheat dough. All the chips in my neighborhood that I use to live in like to church on me because the fellas upstairs likes my kind the most, and who's to blame them we're soft and delicious . The chips aren't the only ones that hate my kind though, no there are others like the cup cakes whom have recently partner up with their brethrens, the layered cakes but now-a-days they are too busy fighting those brownies to bother with us cookies.
Of course everyone knows that the brownies are the best especially their leader, the fudge brownie. Just as everyone know that chips are back stabbing sons of a potato. They lead you in with their multiple flavors and when they are done with ya they leave you dry like an over baked potato .Even though they' are the first to be thought of they're always the last to be taken.
In my younger days when I was still in bake camp training under that 370 degrees heat. I met the boss of the cookie race, Homemade Fudge Cookie. Not just anybody can become a homemade fudge cookie, you have to be chosen by the higher ups when you was a little circle of dough and blessed by the mother of all snacks, chocolate, then Knead to perfection. Even then you need to pass bake camp.
They said I am a mistake, an aberration along cookies. An experiment that wasn't supposes to live long enough to exit bake camp. I say I was made into this world for a reason other then what the general at bake camp tells me, and hot dog it! I'm going to find that reason; even if I have to go though hot water and back but first I need to find a higher up. The only way to do that is to find a pure one, an ally to any pastry in need.
His purpose is unknown