Oh yeah! Launching chapter 4! (CJzilla makes rocket ship noises) I got some reviews encouraging CJzilla to have my OC Candy meet up with Ms. Endive. I'm gonna be honest and tell you all that... I had planned it from day one! (CJzilla looks scared) Am I really that predictable?

In this chapter you will experience the following recipe: Take two totally different cooks, fold into a food rush, add a palm-full of awkward attraction, a heaping ton of craziness, shovel in some screaming, pour in random humor, dump in a wheel-barrel full of running, throw in eighteen sticks of sweetened southern sass, one very angry Endive and incorporate until lumpy. Throw into Fanfiction Land until golden brown.

And that's how you make Candy Pie! It's an old CJzilla family recipe! Rockin'!

Blowing down tall buildings with nothing but a swipe of my mighty tail, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! YOU MOTHERHOPERS!


Schnitzel and Candy had to high-tail it to the Marzipan market to do some speed shopping. They still had to get back and help Mung and Truffles with the rest of the gi-normous order. Candy was being practically hauled by Schnitzel by her hand to the market. In a short while Schnitzel and Candy stopped in the middle of the Marzipan market.

"Golly hon'," Candy remarked as Schnitzel finally came to a stop and let go of her hand. "You should look into long distance runnin'."

Between puffs of air Schnitzel retrieved the shopping list from his apron pocket and walked to the nearest vender. Candy followed.

"Well hey there Schnitzel! Love the sunglasses," a portly mammoth with a golden trunk-ring greeted the soui chef from behind his food stand. "What can I do ya for?"

Schnitzel was still gasping for air as he presented the vender his list. The hairy elephant took a look at the list.

"Gotcha Schnitz," the vender turned to his many fruit and veggie crates.

Candy walked to Schnitzel's side and glanced at the many produce. The soui chef glanced at the southern cook. Candy caught this and flashed Schnitzel a big smile.

"Well hey, hey Schnitzel," the mammoth vender turned back around with lot of produce in his hands. "Who's your lady friend?"

By his tone, the vender was suggesting that the two cooks were a couple. Schnitzel's mouth flapped open like a gasping fish.

"Howdy!" Candy greeted. "I'm Candy!"

"Hey there Candy, I'm Gazpacho," the fuzzy elephant replied. "You here with Schnitzel?"

Candy nodded.

"Me an' the big boy are shoppin' for Chef Mung," the southern cook chirped.

"Is that so?" Gazpacho glanced at frozen Schnitzel. "Well, any friend of Mung's is a friend of mine!"

The vender bagged the fruits and veggies that they ordered. With a curt nod, Schnitzel grabbed Candy by the hand and rushed off to get the next item on the list: meat. But as soon as they got to the butcher shop, they found a long, long line.

"Radda rad," Schnitzel groaned, slapping his forehead.

Watching Schnitzel slap his forehead then glance at his watch, Candy got the hint that they were really pressed for time. The southern cook glanced around them for a second.

"Hang on hon'," Candy told Schnitzel. "I gotta plan to get us in there quicker!"

And the southern cook darted off.

"Oh Radda," Schnitzel growled.

Now he had to do all the shopping, find the girl and get back to the kitchen! Just then Candy zipped back to his side holding a blond wig and in a tight rhinestone dress.

"Now, whatever happens, y'all keep in line," the southern girl stated drawing a birthmark above her lip with a marker. "All right darlin'?"

Schnitzel glanced at her dress, birthmark and then the wig in her hands.

"Radda ra?" the soui chef blinked.

Candy smiled and winked at him. Then she threw on the wig and paraded out into the street. Schnitzel watched in confusion as Candy cleared her throat, straightened the front of her dress and…

"Oh my!" even for a southern girl, Candy poured on a louder and thicker southern accent. "What a cute lil' ol' eatin' establishment! I think I'll traipse on inside and sample their wares!"

One of the people in line looked in Candy's direction.

"IEEEEE!" the fan-guy squealed in a girly voice. "It's Dolly Spartan!!"

All the other customers craned around.

People squealed and left their place in line to run after who they thought was the famous country-rock singer Dolly Spartan. Candy's eyes went wide as she saw the building empty of people and race to her. The southern cook let out a scream and ran for it. In a flash of a couple of seconds, the butcher shop was empty and Candy raced off into the distance with a wave of people chasing her.

"Radda," Schnitzel awed at the southern cook's genius as he walked unhindered into the butcher shop.

After getting all the meat the kitchen needed, Schnitzel had to make one more stop to get everything on the list. He had to stop at a specialty market to get some of the more harder to find foods. Paging through the exotic fruits and veggies, the soui chef couldn't help but wonder if Candy was caught by all those screaming Dolly Spartan fans. If and when they did catch Candy, Schnitzel gulped at the thought of her getting ripped apart.

Just then he heard the door of the store burst open then slam shut. Schnitzel whipped his head around. There was a panting Candy, her disguise still on but her dress ripped at the thighs.

"Can I help-?" a friendly store clerk walked up to Candy as she held the door shut.

Candy whipped of her Dolly Spartan disguise and threw it on the clerk. Before the male clerk could do anything else, he was shoved out the door by the southern cook. The screams of the Dolly Spartan fans outside were heard and then a shriek from the clerk. The screams faded into the distance as the clerk undoubtedly booked it for his life.

Candy stood and breathed a breath of relief. She survived! Candy glanced around before she saw Schnitzel in the fruit section.

"Who knew there were so many blood-thirsty Dolly Spartan fans in this town?!" Candy barked at Schnitzel. "I barely escaped with my life!"

Schnitzel gave her an angry glare.

"Radda radda r-radda," Schnitzel said slowly and angrily, wagging his finger at her for doing something so stupid.

Schnitzel placed his hands on his hips and waited for Candy's rebuttal. The southern cook merely blinked.

"Okay," Candy drawled. "I don't know whatcha just said darlin' but you're welcome!"

Schnitzel starred at her as Candy smiled brightly at him. He sighed.

"Radda," he relented.

He turned back around to the produce, shaking his head.

"All righty then, what can I do?" Candy asked over Schnitzel's shoulder.

Stay in one place and no more impersonations. Then Schnitzel felt Candy's hand go into his pocket and fish around for the shopping list.

"R-ra!" he spun around.

Candy all ready had the list in her hands and was reading it hungrily.

"All right sugar," the southern cook handed Schnitzel back the list. "I'll get the cayenne and the rest of the spices."

And Candy skipped off like she hadn't been hungrily chased by a fan-mob. Schnitzel sighed again. What an air-head! The soui chef went back to getting his shopping done.

Five minuets ticked by and Schnitzel finished with his portion of the shopping. He looked up and glanced around for Candy. Just as he did, another customer walked into the store.

It was none other than Ms. Endive, Mung Daal's stuck-up, big-nosed catering rival.

"Radda," Schnitzel narrowed his eyes.

His poisonous glare was meant to kill Endive, but since she was all ready so nasty, nothing happened. As her haughty eyes passed over the store, she caught sight of Schnitzel. A venom smile formed on her face as she made her way over to him. Clicking his tongue in annoyance and sighed.

"Well, if it isn't Mung Daal's partner in grime," Ms. Endive commented, her hands on her large hips. "Mung sent you shopping for quality ingredients to try to make his slop legitimate?"

Schnitzel rolled his eyes and made an effort to sidestep the mouthy chef. Endive stepped with him.

"Well he may utilize the finest ingredients, but Mung's food will still remain shoddy and disgusting," the stuck-up chef stated.

Schnitzel just narrowed his eyes and made another effort to sidestep Endive. But he was stopped again, this time by Ms. Endive's little apprentice Panini.

"Hi Mister Guy who works with Chowder!" the pink girl love-struck kitten rattled off. "Where's Chowder? Is he with you?!"

The soui chef wondered how Panini could stay so untainted by Endive's nastiness. Schnitzel sighed and again tried to sidestep the mean chef. But he was cut off again, this time by Candy.

"Hey Schnowder, who y'all talkin' to?" the southern cook chimed with arm-fulls of spices.

Then Candy's eyes came to Panini.

"Oh!" the southern cook squealed. "Aren't y'all so stinkin' cute!"

Panini giggled

"Hi, I'm Panini!" the pink kitten beamed.

"Panini dear, please do not address riff raff, especially Mung's riff raff," Ms. Endive instructed to her pupil after giving Schnitzel and Candy a cold glare.

Endive gave Candy a cold, nasty glare after noting that she was wearing a Mung Daal Catering apron.

"I see Mung is broadening his faculty to embrace all bottom corners of the culinary roster," Endive snorted.

Schnitzel hoped Candy wouldn't take the bait.

"Excuse me?" the southern cook bit it, hook, line and sinker.

"I must point out young lady that if you wish to become a great cook," Ms. Endive returned, "that Mung Daal will only stunt your culinary growth."

Candy got a stubborn look on her face.

"Mung is a great chef!" the southern cook retorted.

"A "great chef"? Ha!" Endive commented. "Mr. Daal is neither great nor a chef. His food is a disgrace as his cooking is sloppy."

""Sloppy"?" Candy repeated. "I'll tell y'all what's sloppy, your taste palate! I bet y'all wouldn't know good food even if it was rollin' around in your giant mouth!"

Ms. Endive's eyes glossed over.

"I never eat anything that's not good," she replied.

"Well you obviously eat nothin' but nasty!" Candy returned, nose in the air.

Schnitzel noted that Endive's seemingly impenetrable defenses cracked because a frown formed on her face.

"Do you even know who I am?" Ms. Endive barked. "I am Ms. Endive of the Ms. Endive's Tasteful Foods."

"So it's a complete fantasy," Candy retorted. "'Cause I see nothin' tasteful 'bout y'all personality."

"Why you impertinent little-!" Endive was losing her composure. "You wouldn't know tasteful food even if it was right in front of you!"

"Yes I do, therein why I haven't eaten yours!" Candy replied.

That's when Endive was starting to lose her temper.

"Y'all seem tense Endive," Candy got an unusually evil look on her face. "Maybe y'all should be cuttin' back on your own cookin'."

And Endive lost it. She was so seething mad, she looked like she popped a synapse. Schnitzel didn't like the look on Endive's face.

"Radda," Schnitzel picked Candy up with his free arm and made a hasty speed walk to the check-out.

"Your cookin' don't make any sense an' so's your face!" Candy jeered to Endive as she was being hauled through the store by Schnitzel.

That's when Schnitzel saw the first slomato fly through the air.

"Radda!" the soui chef ducked behind some store shelves as Endive tossed slomatos at them.

"That dirty sausage!" Candy hissed. "I'll teach 'er to toss food!"

The stubborn southern cook tried to crawl out into the line of fire. Schnitzel grabbed her foot.

"Radda radda radda!" he barked at her.

They had to get back and finish the order.

"Just one lil' slomato!" Candy pleaded.

Schnitzel shot her such a nasty glare that Candy immediately changed her mind. As food poured down from the sky, Candy and Schnitzel bought groceries. They had the door in sight.

"Here's one from the south you big soufflé butt!" Candy grabbed a slomato from their groceries and hurled it.

Her aim was right on. SPLAT! It his Endive square on the forehead. The soggy slomato covered her eyes and hair.

"HA!" Candy laughed at Endive. "That's a heapin' helpin' of shame, HOT OFF THE GRILL ENDIVE!"

Schnitzel grabbed Candy and darted out the door. Out of the store, they were safe. Schnitzel let go of Candy.

"Y'all see the way I beat that dragon lady at her own game!" the southern cook grinned and snapped her fingers. "She'll think twice before she insults uncle Mung again!"

Schnitzel hoped the rest of the way back the kitchen would be quiet.

"THERE SHE IS!" came a loud voice.

Both Candy and Schnitzel whipped their heads around. There stood the store unwilling clerk that Candy had commissioned to be Dolly Spartan. The dress he was wearing was torn worse, wig all akimbo and looking like he'd been chewed on. But he and the crown of disappointed fans behind him looked very, very, very angry.

Things looked like they could not get any worse until…

"NO ONE DISGRACES MS. ENDIVE AND GETS AWAY ALIVE!" Ms. Endive flew out of the store with a wild look on her face and a dozen soggy slomatos in her grasp.

Schnitzel and Candy's eyes widened.

"GET 'EM!" the Dolly Spartan clerk screamed pointing at the two cooks.

Candy and Schnitzel screamed and started running for their lives. Both cooks were hauling carcass with a crowd of rampaging Dolly Spartan fans, a beat up store clerk and one very, very angry Endive.


CJzilla's P.S.:

Dolly Spartan is a spin off of a famous country singer. The reason I went with "Spartan" instead of something closer to home like "Pardon" is simple... I'M A MOTHERHOPIN' HALO FAN!... Whew! And had I offened anyone with the "Dolly Spartan" thingie, I apologize. But then again, monsters trashing cities are not known for being polite...

R&R!