A Walk Down Memory Lane

Act 3: Fortune Boys

Chapter 7: More Buttah

"Something smellls good... And it's coming from that restaurant!" Young Sean ran towards the restaurant called 'The Cucina Donnacci'. The kid could hear the sounds of a knife hitting a cutting board from the kitchen, and began following the sounds.

As soon as he entered, a large man in a chefs uniform turned to him.

"Ah, yes. Finally. I am Antoine. They call me the king of cuisine!"

"You sound like Jim Cummings..." Young Sean said, looking at the chefs bloody shirt.

"I've been expecting you" Antoine headed over to a large steaming pot, throwing some strange kind of meat into the pot.

"Well you're, uh, you're a bit late. But it's good that you finally made it" He took a sip of the broth from the pot.

"It's true what they say. Tastes like chicken"

Young Sean was about to look into the giant steel pot.

"WAIT!"

Antoine turned from the freezer.

"Needs a bit more buttah" The chef entered

"This dish is for you! I've created my, my ultimate dish! Original, exotic! And fresh! Very fresh"

"You and your readers will easily find this worthy of at least four stars"

"Readers? Do you mean the few people who looked at my food articles in the school newspaper in elementary? Those jerks don't know a thing about fine cuisine..."

"Wait... Your not the reviewer... But, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!"

"You should have asked me if I was the reviewer when I came in. Now, can I have this turkey sitting on the counter? I'm hungry" Young Sean headed towards a large cooked turkey.

"Oh... Sure..."

Antoine reached behind him, pulling out a large chefs knife.

"Antoine..."

He stood over the oblivious Young Sean.

"WILL MAKE YOU DINNER!"

Before the large man could stab the knife into the back of the kids throat, a strange, large fleshy jagged fist slammed into the chef, sending him stumbling into the greaser.

"AHHHHHHH!" The chef screamed as he began melting, the fist now forming into a hand and holding the chef in it.

"WOAH! WHAT THE HELL!?" Young Sean was too frightened to even try to run away or even help the now burnt up chef. The fist, however, simply moved by him, disappearing into a purple portal.

"Hey, younger me!" Sean, followed by Snowflake, ran up to the shocked kid.

"You killed Antoine by yourself? Nice work. He was one of the harder bosses in the original Dead Rising 2"

"I didn't kill him..." Young Sean shivered.

"Who did then?"

"A... Fist came out of a purple portal. It punched him into the deep fryer, and held him in there..."

"It must have been Dark Sean trying to kill you. But he must have missed you and hit Antoine instead." Sean shrugged.

"He might have... But I'm not so sure it was even fro-"

"Hey guys! I need you to do me a favor!" Nega yelled on their walkie talkies.

"What is it now, Nega?" Sean sighed.

"There's a truck full of ice cream on the platinum strip. Go get me a fudge pop!"

"Why can't you get it yourself?"

"Lets just say... I'm kind of in a jam..." Nega looked outside the camera office windows, seeing the massive hordes of zombies shambling into the safe house and banging on the door to the room.

"Fine Nega. We'll go get it for you" Sean put the walkie talkie away, heading back to the Yucatan Casino with Young Sean and Snowflake the tiger following behind.

Later...

"I'm gonna get a rainbow swirl Popsicle. What about you, older me?" Young Sean hopped down the stairs, looking at the strange purple truck.

"Nothing for me. They probably don't have the flavor I like anyways"

"And what flavor is that?"

"Ukanlos Tongue. The coldest thing in all of the tundra"

"Ew... Now, lets just get out ice cream and-"

"Ice cream! Come on out everyone! Come and get your ice cream!"

The two Sean's looked behind themselves, seeing a clown walking up to them on stilts.

"Oh no... Evan..."

"I've had it with these monkey fighting clowns in this Monday to Friday city..." Young Sean glared up to the clown.

Looks like Antoine got

*Puts on sunglasses*

Fisted

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!