Cooking Champ Challenge!
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"Darndarndarndarndarndarndarndarn!"
The repetetive cursing was accompanied by the clash and clatter of pots and pans. It was near sunset in the castle formerly known as North Window. Within the depths of the kitchen, which was a whole one door away from the dining room, a small, round cook, with an all-too-thin mustache and a rather crazy expression upon his face, was attempting to create the ultimate dish within his arsenal!
And failing miserably.
"Why can I never get this right?!" shouted Hai Yo, the official cook of the castle.
The odd chef was practicing for a challenge that had been issued to him via the castle's recently installed postal system. It said the master of culinary power was to challenge him in one week. This utterly alarmed Hai Yo; if someone said they were a master at culinary power, it had to mean that they knew how to make all the hard dishes: pudding, stew, and even... even...
Hai Yo raised his head in righteous frustration, howling to the ceiling.
"ICE CREEEEEEEAM!"
All of a sudden, the door to the kitchen flew open. Standing there were Viktor, Hix and Hero.
"Did someone say ice cream?" asked Viktor, grinning a large bear-ish type of smile.
"I...I-I'd like some ice cream too..." muttered Hix, his eyes downcast, per usual.
Hero merely nodded quickly.
"No, no, no, no, no! I can't make the accursed dish! I've tried for so long..." Hai Yo responded, on the verge of tears.
Viktor approached the despairing cook, dipping one finger into the bowl of failed ice cream and tasting it. After a moment, he went cross-eyed, sticking out his tongue in disgust.
"Tastes... like... pickle brine... mixed with... Tai Ho's salted fish..."
Hix continued to look nervous, as Hero watched on in sickly consternation.
"Hai Yo, maybe someone else should take your challenge for you next week," offered Viktor.
"But I'm the best one here... there is no one else!"
"M-maybe we should hold a cooking tryout..." said Hix slowly, looking around for approval.
Viktor rubbed his rugged chin thoughtfully.
"Might not be such a bad idea. What do you think, Hero?"
Hero nodded slightly in approval.
"Then it's settled."
Hai Yo sank to the floor.
"I want my mommy..."
***
The next day, dozens of people were packed into the dining room. A large stove and oven had been carried out into the room for all to see. Standing in a line were those who would attempt to test their skills in foodstuff expertise.
Viktor stood behind a table, along with Flik, Hero and Mukumuku (the brave flying squirrel). Grandly, he raised his voice.
"Welcome one and all! Today we shall see who is truly the best at... err... cooking, I guess. Let the first contestant..."
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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"Darndarndarndarndarndarndarndarn!"
The repetetive cursing was accompanied by the clash and clatter of pots and pans. It was near sunset in the castle formerly known as North Window. Within the depths of the kitchen, which was a whole one door away from the dining room, a small, round cook, with an all-too-thin mustache and a rather crazy expression upon his face, was attempting to create the ultimate dish within his arsenal!
And failing miserably.
"Why can I never get this right?!" shouted Hai Yo, the official cook of the castle.
The odd chef was practicing for a challenge that had been issued to him via the castle's recently installed postal system. It said the master of culinary power was to challenge him in one week. This utterly alarmed Hai Yo; if someone said they were a master at culinary power, it had to mean that they knew how to make all the hard dishes: pudding, stew, and even... even...
Hai Yo raised his head in righteous frustration, howling to the ceiling.
"ICE CREEEEEEEAM!"
All of a sudden, the door to the kitchen flew open. Standing there were Viktor, Hix and Hero.
"Did someone say ice cream?" asked Viktor, grinning a large bear-ish type of smile.
"I...I-I'd like some ice cream too..." muttered Hix, his eyes downcast, per usual.
Hero merely nodded quickly.
"No, no, no, no, no! I can't make the accursed dish! I've tried for so long..." Hai Yo responded, on the verge of tears.
Viktor approached the despairing cook, dipping one finger into the bowl of failed ice cream and tasting it. After a moment, he went cross-eyed, sticking out his tongue in disgust.
"Tastes... like... pickle brine... mixed with... Tai Ho's salted fish..."
Hix continued to look nervous, as Hero watched on in sickly consternation.
"Hai Yo, maybe someone else should take your challenge for you next week," offered Viktor.
"But I'm the best one here... there is no one else!"
"M-maybe we should hold a cooking tryout..." said Hix slowly, looking around for approval.
Viktor rubbed his rugged chin thoughtfully.
"Might not be such a bad idea. What do you think, Hero?"
Hero nodded slightly in approval.
"Then it's settled."
Hai Yo sank to the floor.
"I want my mommy..."
***
The next day, dozens of people were packed into the dining room. A large stove and oven had been carried out into the room for all to see. Standing in a line were those who would attempt to test their skills in foodstuff expertise.
Viktor stood behind a table, along with Flik, Hero and Mukumuku (the brave flying squirrel). Grandly, he raised his voice.
"Welcome one and all! Today we shall see who is truly the best at... err... cooking, I guess. Let the first contestant..."
-TO BE CONTINUED-