Chowder's Past
A/N: Sorry for the very long wait, but you know how much I procrastinate (hey, I rhymed).
Chapter 4: Welcome to Marzipan City
Chowder: Thanks for the video, Mung. It was great every time I see it.
Truffles: You've been seeing this stupid video for 10 months now! When are you gonna get your past over with?
Mung: Truffles is right you know. I'm pretty sure people in the world want your past completed so they could get back with their lives watching ours.
Chowder: Okay, okay. So my family and I were getting our stuff back and heading out of the airport.
Panini: Don't start without me, Num Nums!
Anyway, as we got our stuff back, we've decided to go to this airport's food court. We've tried most of every one Mung promised, and they were all good.
Then we finally made it to your food court, Mung, ran by a guy name Joe.
"Hello, welcome to Mung Daal's ordering service, where you book it here, and they COOK it there," he said.
"Why can't you cook the food here?" Dad asked.
"Tell that to the idiot who thought of this idea. Now what would you like to order?" Joe asked.
"Everwything looks good! I want everwything!" I yelled.
"Come on, Chowder. We moved out of Souffle Town to pay less!" Dad told me.
I knew my dad was right, but I really wanted everything on the menu is all. So I did the only thing to convince him: the teary eye look and sniffle.
"(Sigh). Sorry, Chowder. You can have everything on a smallish medium portion. Me and the Mrs. will have a large Roast Moast and mashed Growtatoes, please," Dad ordered.
"Excellent choices. With all that, the total is 350 dollops, and your food will be ready at the Mung Daal's Catering company in 48 hours," Joe noted us.
"350 dollops?! Really?! That's an amazing price! Where can I pay?" Dad asked.
"At the Catering company. I'll make sure your order gets to Mung," he noted as he was picking up the phone.
"But 48 hours dear? That's a quite a bit of time. What are we gonna do until then?" Mom asked.
"Are you kidding, Honey? We should move into a house first, then we could go to the attractions the guy with funny mustache said." Dad suggested.
Mung: You know how I feel about my mustache. You can't insulted in anyway; not even in memory.
Chowder: Sorry.
Truffles: Well I say the man was generous to your gross lip hair. He could've been honest with it.
Schnitzel: Radda! Ra-radda radda!
Mung: And who's fault was to not go when Chowder wasn't talking about his past? You may proceed, Chowder.
"Dang it! I knew I forgot something!" Mom cried.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"I didn't book a house before we left!" she replied.
"Wha-wha-WHAT?! How in anywhere would anyone forget something like that?" he asked in anger.
"I could if we didn't leave Souffle Town moments before hearing about this place!" Mom replied in a more calming tone.
"We could go to tha Cherry Top hotel the blue man said," I suggested.
"You know, Chowder, you're right. We could stay there until we find a house," Dad noted.
"And it's only a few miles from the airport," Mom pointed out.
So it was decided that we see the Cherry Top Hotel before we do anything else.
(Note: This tiny portion is beyond Chowder's memory)
"Umm, Ms. Endive, sir. There's three customers from the Souffle Town Airline who didn't come near your food court," the counter guy of Endive's Kitchen Emporium (next time, it's abbreviated) noted.
"What do I care if three stupid tourists out of the whole plane doesn't eat my food?" Endive noted.
"But the thing is that they ate at all of the other food courts...including Mungs!" TCGOEKE explained.
"WHAAAT?! That's unacceptable!!" Endive exploded from the phone.
"From what I heard from Souffle Town, they tried your food, and they hated it," he reported.
"They have no taste of food what-so-ever!" she replied.
"But Ms. Endive, sir. They ate at every other food court," he noted.
"I don't care if they ate every type of food in existence! I want you to find those three and give them quality cooking from me, even if you have to shove it down their tasteless throats...AND STOP CALLING ME SIR!!!" Endive ordered.
"Yes, Ms. Endive, sir, I mean maam...I think," he said as he hung up.
(Reentering Chowder's POV)
One we finally got our things, we have finally left the airport. From that point on, we felt like we've entered a new dimension.
Souffle town had more animal mixed citizens and human-like citizens. But Marzipan City only had a quarter and a half of us; the rest were filled with stuff we've never seen before and is just weird. Also, Souffle Town's buildings were mostly pastries. This place is made of meat.
"Everything is so...new and weird. I thought Snail Cars were only a myth," Mom thought.
"Mom...I'm scared," I cried after seeing a walking mountain.
"Okay guys, just focus. We need to find the Cherry Top Hotel to settle ourselves," Dad ordered as his face was in the map.
"What's the giant cherries over there?" I pointed.
"That must be it, Honey," Mom said as Dad looked kind of embarrassed from the obvious.
After that, we've entered the left cherry and simply rented a room until we find a house.
"FYI, I just want to mention that the right cherry has monthly parties there, and you've came just in time. Join us there tonight," the counter lady recommended as she handed us a flyer.
"Really? Thanks. Well, this covers for tonight's plan," Dad noted.
"That's swell...but what are we gonna do now? What other attraction could we go to now?" Mom asked.
As my parents thought about that, I looked out of the window and noticed a giant slide from a far, which was the Syrup Slide.
"Ooh! We could go there first!" I suggested.
After they saw the slide, Dad then said, "Oh yeah! I forgot about that. We'll go there first."
"Good choice, guys. That slide will cover your whole day until the party tonight," the counter lady noted as we left.
As we head out, we took a Snail Taxi to the Syrup Slide...and it was weird since it was the first time we were on one of these or barely any car.
A few minutes later, we made it to the Syrup Slide, and we see it's full of people sliding very slowly. The guy said it was okay, for we weren't about to slide any faster. Dad paid for the tickets, we went on the slide...and we're sliding...and sliding...paused a bit...and sliding.
"So, how do you like the city so far?" Mom asked, starting the conversation.
"It's pretty nice, the prices of things are amazing. The Snail Car is alright...once you pass the fact that we're in a snail," Dad mentioned.
"I liked the airport food." I said.
"Me too. But wasn't there one stop we missed?" Mom asked.
"...I don't think so," I thought.
My parents shrugged the idea.
"Ooh! That cloud looks like a chkicken!" I pointed out.
"It does, doesn't it?" Mom asked.
"I don't see the chicken cloud," Dad said, searching the sky.
Truffles: Come on with it, Chowder! Just get the day over with!
Panini: When will the end of your story be anyway?
Chowder: I'm getting on with this story.
As day turned to night, we were finally out of the Syrup Slide; it really was the slowest ride I've ever been in. It took a bit to wash the Syrup off in the Shower Room too.
As we finished, we took another Taxi back to the Cherry Top, where the party already started.
"I assume that the slide took longer than we thought," Dad sighed.
"Aw, come on, Honey. The party is still wild! Bring out your wild side!" Mom yelled as she started to dance.
After that, Dad started to dance as well, and he's a funny dancer. I danced a bit, but then got pretty bored.
I then noticed a thrice cream/arcade parlor room, and I asked Dad if I could go there.
"Well, if your really bored with this, I guess you can spend your time there," he said after giving me five dollops in change.
As the night went by, I spent the five dollops on thrice cream, watched other kids play games such as Chomp-Dude and Monkey's Dung, and even made a friend. This person was Ceviché, actually.
"Wow. You're pretty good at this for a girl," I said, even though he barely cleared half of the first maze.
"Umm...I'm a boy," Ceviché noted.
"Really? I'm so sorry...but it's just...your hair," I pointed out.
"Yes, my flowing, pink hair does have the art of confusion and misunderstanding, very much like this game. You may think it's one thing until it tells you it's something else," Ceviché explained.
Back then, I had no idea what he meant, or said, but blurted out, "Yeah...sure. I'm Chowder from Souffle Town."
"Hello there, Chowder. My name is Ceviché, and I'm from Haricot Heaven. I'm only visiting Marzipan City because there's gonna be someone special coming here," he replied.
"Really? Who?" I asked.
"Here he comes now!" Ceviché pointed.
Moments later, the music stopped, and the staff moved us and the other kids out of the arcade room just to see this guy. When the curtains finally opened, the celebrity turned out to be a red balloon with a hat, scarf, and an extremely creepy valet; it was Mr. Fugu. He was here to end the party by explain the chicken joke in depth.
"BALLOON!!" every child, including me, cried, charging to Mr. Fugu.
"What's this? I told the staff to NOT let the children out! Someone help me!" Mr. Fugu cried.
"Chowder! Chowder!! Get off of him!" Both of my parents cried, among other parents, as they pulled me out of him.
Once Mr. Fugu was free, he yelled, "I demand the one who let the children out to be fired and the children banned from this cherry side's party nights as of now! And where the heck is my Toe Jam Supreme?!" before leaving out.
Once the party ended, I was stuck in my room for the rest of the night for the incident.
Mung: Well, that was a great chapter. Okay, Schnitzel, you may go...
Chowder: Wait! I'm not done yet!
Mung: But isn't it running a little long now? Sorry Schnitzel.
Schnitzel: RAAAAADDAAAA!
(3rd POV)
(The next morning)
"This is stupid, Polly! Why did you have to tell Endive that three measly customers ate at every other food court BUT hers AND Mung's. Not only that, but you had to tell her that they hated her food back in their home town!" The driver cried.
"It's my job. I'm the Food Court clerk/Endive's Tattle Tell. I am parrot for that reason, you know," TCGOEKE (Polly) replied.
"You could've at least lied to her. But thanks to your truth-telling beak, we're now driving all over Marzipan City like idiots looking for three random stangers that we even don't know where they live," The driver yelled.
"Oh. They're at the Cherry Top," Polly noted.
The car then stopped suddenly.
"You mean to tell me that I've passed that building six times now, and you didn't say a word?!" The driver screamed.
"I'm Endive's Tattle-Tell, not yours, Richard," Polly said.
Suddenly, the snail started rocking violently with violence that can't be explained in a K, or even a T fanfic. After that, they turned around and head for the Cherry Top.
(Chowder's POV)
The next morning, my punishment was over, and I was no longer mad, because we were going to the Buffet of Wonders.
But as we left the hotel, a Snail Car with Endive's advertisement stop by in front of us.
"Why hello there, you three random and unknown citizens who we aren't tracking down. How would you like to try Endive's Kitchen Emporium before you do anything else?" a rhino driver asked.
"Thanks, but no thanks. We saved our appetites for the Buffet of Wonders," Mom said.
"Try some of our food now. It'll make you rethink the Buffet of Blunders...and Mung's Catering Company,"a really bruised parrot said, giving us samples of shrimp...with some brown stuff on it.
"Daddy! What is that?" I asked.
"It's some kind of mutated shrimp with mud on it," Dad whispered to Mom and me.
"We might as well try it," Mom sighed before we took the shrimp things.
As we put it in our mouths, we've spat it back out.
"This stuff is awful!" we all cried.
(Mung laughing from out of memory)
"You don't like that stuff huh? Well, huh, try another sample," the rhino said.
"No thank you. Come on, guys. Let's get out of here," Dad ordered as we started to walk away.
However, the truck caught up to us as we stopped in front of a taxi stop.
"You guys aren't gonna eat anything else until you favor Endive's cooking!" The driver yelled.
"Are you threatening us?" Dad asked, holding his cell phone (literally an I-shaped apple).
"That depends on your rating with Endive's Kitchen Emporium," he replied.
Finally, a taxi came and pushed Endive's car out of the way.
"To the Buffet of Wonders, please," Dad said.
After we rode in the taxi, I noticed the Endive car chasing us.
"They're still following us!" I yelled.
"Are you kidding me? Why are they still chasing us?" Mom asked.
"Excuse me, driver, mind if you can go a little faster?" Dad asked.
"I can't, man. If I do, then you had to pay me less for this far trip," the driver replied.
"(Sigh). I'll pay three dollops extra if you speed up," he promised.
After that, the car doubled in speed. But they were still chasing us.
A half an hour later, we finally made it to our destination. We ran inside of the Buffet of Wonders. But for some reason, they didn't follow us.
(3rd POV)
"Great. They're too far away!" Richard cried.
"We could stop them from the inside of Buffet of Wonders," Polly suggested.
"That sound stupid...why are we doing this anyway? We're trying to change customers opinion about food in the most illegal way possible. And we aren't getting an increase of pay anyway," Richard sighed.
"Wait...so your quitting? Because nobody's quitting on me...unless I join them," Polly said, tossing his hat.
"For the first time of your life, Polly, you've made a right decision," Richard said, throwing his hat.
"Yeah...wait. What was that suppose to mean?"
"It means a lot, Polly; it means a lot."
(Chowder's POV)
As soon as we've got those guys out of our heads, we were amazed for what we saw on inside this pyramid. It had all foods from every place in the whole entire universe all in one conveyer belt. It was the best thing I've ever seen. It was so much stuff that even I got full for the rest of the day, and it was extremely good, too. It also had food eating contest where you enter one, and if you win, your food was free. You're looking at a champion of the pie and sandmich eating contests, by the way, So the next time I go there, I get 75% off of whatever and how ever much I eat.
Hours later came the disappointment, we had to leave the Buffet of Wonders.
"Aww, don't worry, Chowder. We can go back there sometime soon," Mom comforted.
"Yeah. Besides, we could finally try Mung Daal's food tomorrow," Dad said.
"Oh boy!" I celebrated before falling asleep.
Sometime later, we went back to the hotel, and my parent left me in my room to sleep while they go job and house hunting.
Mung: Now it's the end of the chapter, right?
Chowder: Yes...wait. Not yet.
Everyone: (Sigh)
Hours passed as I was in my room. Suddenly, my Runnie-Funnie starts buzzing.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Chowder! Is that you, Chowder? It's Gorgonzola! Where are you?! I've been trying to call and go to your house for two days now, but all I see is a fat guy who keeps calling me a pipsqueak!" Gorgonzola cried.
"Gorgonzola?! I knew I forgot to tell you that we were moving to Marzipan City," I said.
"You what?! Why would you leave me, and without even telling me?" he cried.
"Well, you see, Gorgonzola, we barely had money in Souffle Town; so Daddy suggest we move here, and everything is cheap here."
"Now I see what's going on. You think your better than me, don't you? You're like the rest of those pre-school jerks who think they're better than me."
"What? That's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Shut up, you stupid, fat liar! We are no longer friends, Chowder! If I go to Marzipan City, I'm gonna prove that I'm better than you and everyone else who says so!!" And after that, there was a loud crashing from the other side, which disconnected us.
I was a little bummed that our friendship is over, but then I shrugged it off and slept.
Panini: I can't believe you met Gazpacho on a plane, met Ceviché at an arcade, and was friends with Gorgonzola before you even moved. No wonder you remembered so much.
Mung: Are you done now, Chowder?
Chowder: Yeah, I'm done for now...
Mung: Okay, Schnitzel you can...uhh, Schnitzel?
(Schnitzel was racing to the bathroom door and shut it)
Schnitzel: Ahh...Radda Radda.
Chowder: I guess he can't wait to water the flowers, huh?
(From the other side of the bathroom, Schnitzel is literally watering flowers in his garden)
Truffles: I still don't know why he has a garden in the bathroom.
Mung: Well, I guess we have to wait for nine more months until we hear the next part huh?
Chowder: But this is the part that gets to me the most.
Mung: Don't make it more anticipating.
(I hope you'll be prepared for the final, and the saddest part of Chowder's Past. If you want to know, just wait for another half a year...maybe even only a month.
Plus, I may make a spin-off with Gorgonzola's and Panini's pasts. It depends on whether I feel like it and whether the readers wants on without waiting for long periods of time. So R&R.)