Quickly, I slipped into the alleyway and stuck on my Incredibles (c) mask. I'm not sure how it sticks...but it does. Chef Tony was busy preparing his special Upside Down Half Pineapple Cake. I knew that he didn't use a recipe, and I'd have to rely on my super hearing to find out all of the ingredients.
I checked my pockets for my voice recorder, and pushed down the record button. I snuck closer to the window of his apartment, then waited.
Like most of the chefs I stole recipes from, Chef Tony was a cooking genius- but I was smarter. I've yet to be caught stealing recipes, even when I use them in contests against their creators.
After recording the recipe, I flew back to my New York mansion to test it out. It worked out perfectly, and deliciously, as usual, and I decided to get some sleep. I'd be flying out to my Paris mansion in the morning for a cooking contest, and I didn't want to be tired.
I slumped down on my bed, tired from the day's work. Maybe I would just take a plane to Paris tomorrow.
A sudden bout of shrieks near my window made me think twice. That was why I had gotten the operation in the first place. I'm not trying to brag, but my fanbase is quite large- and violent. Being able to fly on my own was worth being blind, one of the side effects of the wings.
Rather than spending my precious money on a private jet, which fans could infiltrate (I swear those girls-and sometimes guys- are like spies), I opted to have myself injected with bird DNA, which would protect me from all but the bird fans. Which I do have.
Other than those other mutant bird people that sometimes stalk me. They claim to be my managers...
Whatever species my fans were, I would have to be rested to prepare my "original" Right-Side Up One Quarter Pineapple Cake.
So, we've finally posted! Personally, I love this chapter... especially the name of the cake. We'll really try to get the next chapter out soon. Possibly sometime this week, though I'm going on vacation. So... review? Please.