Chowder and Endive arrived at the mansion after hours of errands and shopping. Chowder had to carry all of Endive's bags and things. He panted as he struggled to walk and see where he was going.
Chowder: Okay! *pant* We're here! Phew!
Chowder dropped everything and collapsed on the marble floor.
Endive: Chowder, put those in the correct places. Don't just leave them sitting out like this!
Chowder: Okay.
Endive: You do not just address me with, "Okay"! You say, "Yes, Ms. Endive"!
Chowder: O- I mean- yes, Ms. Endive.
Chowder scrambled to the dropped packages and baggies. He walked into the kitchen and placed everything on the counter. He took the top box.
Chowder: Where do I put this stuff?
Endive: Figure it out! A good chef has natural organizing and problem-solving skills. So think. The box says, "Marzipan Outfitters". This will be your first test in master cooking. I'll check on you later.
Once Endive had left, Chowder stared at the box. He pondered for a while. First, looking randomly around the kitchen, then at the box again. A light-bulb flashed above his head.
Chowder: I've got it! The box says, "out" so it goes out! Out into Marzipan! And it all fits in the box.
Chowder stepped out a side door and sat the box on a small porch. He went back into the kitchen and took a bag next.
After about half an hour, Endive came out into the kitchen.
Chowder: Look, Ms. Endive! I did it!
Endive: Very nice, Chowder dear. Now let me check to make sure you didn't miss-place anything.
Endive opened the refrigerator and she nearly fell backwards at the sight. She found a bunch of gardening tools and décor in there, along with boxes of cereal and two bottles of shampoo.
Endive: Oh dear. I'm afraid to see where he put the rest.
Endive found all her new shoes in the bathtub, her cosmetics in the spice cabinet, her clothes outside, books under the bed, her brand new television floating in the swimming pool, and almost all of her frozen or refrigerated foods had to be thrown out because they were her in sock drawer too long.
Chowder: So, how'd I do?
Endive: How did you do!? HOW DID YOU DO!? I'LL TELL YOU HOW YOU DID! YOU DID HORRIBLE!!!!!
Chowder slumped down into his shirt like a turtle in its shell. He took his hat and covered his head just enough that he could still see.
Endive: A GOOD CHEF ALWAYS KNOWS WHERE THINGS GO! ESPECIALLY FOOD!!!!!!
Endive inhaled and exhaled dramatically. She then, calmed down.
Endive: I knew, that Mung Daal couldn't teach his apprentice right. Now, I'm going to have to take charge and set you straight!
Chowder: But, I'll always be curved and rounded. Mung said I should go on a diet, but it didn't work. No one ever told me that I couldn't eat the foods I wanted.
Endive just looked straight ahead with her eyes half open.
Endive: Chowder dear, take this measuring cup and fill it up with one and a half cups of flour.
Chowder: Right. Got it.
Endive handed the measuring cup to Chowder. He didn't take it though.
Chowder: Um…
Endive: What's holding you back, child!? Take the cup!
Chowder: Well, I know that Panini used to live here and she's probably put her hands on everything in here, sooo… does that have any of her cooties on it?
Endive: Chowder, there is no such thing as cooties. In order to be a proper, young gentleman, you must be mature about everything. Even if there were any germs, they would've all been washed away in the dishwasher.
Chowder: Okay.
Chowder took the measuring cup carefully. He looked at the handle where he held it. All of a sudden, he started to see a pink worm like thing crawling on it. It looked up at him and had Panini's head on it. The germ looked up at him in a dreamy gaze.
Panini/germ: Kiss me you fool.
All of a sudden, another popped up, then another, then another, and…they all said in unison,
Panini/germs: Kiss me you fool!
Chowder: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Chowder threw the cup as hard as he could and it smashed through the window, breaking the window and itself. Endive looked up as it soared through the air. Chowder turned back to her. She did not look happy.
Chowder: Sorry.
After Endive yelled at Chowder, they tried it again. This time, Endive gave him a plastic measuring cup.
Endive: Panini never touched this one ever! I never let her touch plastic! Okay? And remember, one and a half cups of flour.
Endive mumbled some stuff to her self. Chowder went over to the flour. He was about to pour it in when all of a sudden, he started to daydream about pudding, and soon, he had found himself putting pudding in instead.
Chowder: Uh-oh.
Endive: Chowder, is everything all right?
Chowder: Uh… no. I mean yes! Everything's cool.
Endive: Just checking.
Chowder immediately started to lick the pudding out. He soon licked it clean and it sparkled. He started to scoop in the flour.
Chowder: Wait. How much do I need to put in again!?
Endive: One and a half cups!
Chowder: Thanks.
Chowder scooped the flour in and came over to Endive and handed her the measuring cup. Endive looked at it.
Endive: Chowder, I said only one and a half cups, not fill the whole thing up to the top!
Endive dumped out the extra and put the one and a half cups in herself. Chowder came up behind her and poured some pepper into the bowl.
Endive: What are you doing now, child!?
Chowder: Mung always told me that it never hurts to spice up the recipe once in a while. Be creative, not a native.
Endive: But this is a cake! You don't put pepper in a cake! Never mention that name in this kitchen ever again!
Chowder: What name? Mung?
Endive: Yes! That one!
Chowder put his hand in the bowl and started stirring the pepper in.
Endive: CHOWDER!!!! You don't stir with your hands first of all, especially when you haven't washed them yet today, and you do most certainly not mix the pepper in more after I tell you can't put pepper in cake! Now we're going to have to start all over again!
