Chappie Two!

(A/N: Bet'cha thought I wasn't going to continue this, huh? Well, HA!)

It was a few months after Mr. Salt had…..erm……claimed his independence. He was in a very important meeting with the other mob-boss condiments right now. Cinnaminamon had the floor.

"What the –words that burn paper inserted here- were you thinkin' fewl? You made Mr. Pepper sleep with the fishes."

The spicy spice said, all the while shaking his hands in the shape of guns. Habit, you could say. Now, Mr. Salt could talk.

"I was moody."

That was his explination. All of a sudden, Sugar (Her real name is Heidi, but too many people kept calling her Heidi-hoe, so she changed it.)

"EHMYGAWD!" Called her loud, and very obnoxious voice, "I BROUGHT THE CHEESE!"

This was met with many loud cheers, and a chorus of 'booyas'. You see, all the spices had one thing in common; they liked to get a high off of cheese.

ONE HOUR LATER

Everyone was starting to get up, groggily, after what had seemed to be the biggest cheese party of the century. It was quiet. TOO quiet. Until, a most serious and grevious accusation ripped through the silence like a nine millimeter bullet.

"Why the &$& do you have my happy meal toy?" Mr. Salt cried, pointing at the accused Paprika.

"Wait-I can exp-" The spice's explination was cut short by him being shot by several different people.

No one complained. Take the happy meal toy, and it was personal. To end this lovely scene, rainbow colored penguins flew into the area, singing 'Hey there good times, (Bows)' From the musical 'I love my Wife'

Hey there, good times, here I am
Welcome back your baby lamb
Open wide them golden doors
And set my chair down next to yours
I've been freezin', sneezin'
Out there where the bad times blow
Please don't stop to scold me
Let your lovin' arms enfold me...

Hey there, good times, take my hand
Give my music to the band
Dust off that old welcome mat
And show me where to hang my hat
I've been lost for all these years
Cryin' buckets full of tears
Please don't be so cold and chilly
Welcome back your Weepin' Willy...

Hey there, good times, let me in
Ask me how the hell I been
Turn my picture from the wall
And hug me till I start to bawl
I've been boozin', losin'
Out there where the bad times grow
Lead me to your villa
Turn my bed down, puff my pillow...

Hey there, good times, take me back
Grab my suitcase, pay the hack
Kiss my cheek and shout my name
And make me feel I'm glad I came
I been down in Satan's den
Ain't felt good since don't know when
Though I'm used and bruised and muddy
Clap my back and call me buddy

Bye bye bad times
Pack your gear
I've had sad times
Up to here
Hey there glad times
Please appear
Show me that I'm not forgotten
Oil me down and spoil me rotten

So long bum days
Gotta split
Gloomy glum days
Go on, git
Sugarplum days
Shake my mitt
Shout hurray and hallelujah
Happy days I'm comin' to yah!

Bye bye bad times
So long sad times
Hey there good times... (Hey there good times!)
Here I am!
Hey there good times!

Another end.