Disclaimer: I'm dead. But I'm writing this, so I'm a zombie. Zombies don't own TMM, therefore I don't own Tokyo mew mew.

A/N: This was totally random. It's based on what happened to me earlier today when I tried the same recipe. (It is a really recipe by the way). Bah, I'll put up the real chapter 9 up eventually. And everything else I need to update…P.S. implied Pai-Lettuce pairing, only one line.

Kish groaned in frustration at the terrible mess of the kitchen he had made.

It was 1AM and somehow he was down in the dreaded kitchen.

Why, you ask?

Well, it all started when Kish was wide awake in his room unsuccessfully trying to go to sleep. Which wasn't working at all for him, because he was hungry. No worse than that, he was starving.

Not only that, he had the most random craving for a certain earth food; the baking-powder biscuits Q had tried to teach him to make, but it hadn't worked out at all, so Q made a batch by herself for him (they were good, even Pai, who didn't like any earth food, with the exception of pizza and Lettuce's home made lunches, though he refused to admit the last one) , to prove how much better than she was at cooking that him, although a rock could cook better than him… he was trying not to think about that.

So, that was why Kish the kitchen destroyer was trying his hand at making biscuits himself.

He glanced around the kitchen which was rivalling Tarto's (messy) room, and all he had done was go on a hunt for a wooden spoon, the measuring stuff, and a plastic bowl.

Wow. That was kinda sad.

Ignoring the fact he had just ruined the carefully organised cupboards Bowleena had spent a long afternoon organising, Kish whipped out the handy dandy recipe Q had written down for him.

Ok, first things first! Q had said to always read the ingredients and instructions first before doing anything. He bent down and began to read Q's extremely messy writing.

Baking Powder Biscuits

6 cups flour

1 teaspoon salt

3 (heaping) tablespoons baking powder

1 (heaping) tablespoon sugar

Milk

Preheat oven at 400° Fahrenheit. Mix all dry ingredients together in a bowl. Add milk to dry ingredients until right thickness. Bake for 15 minutes or less.

Wow, Q really had messy writing! And was bad at explaining stuff, like how would he know when the batter was at the right thickness?

Well, he'd have to depend on his inner cook… and hope he wouldn't get killed in the process…

Anyways, onwards, huzzah!

Kish grabbed all of the necessary ingredients, whilst making an even bigger mess of the cupboards. (Bowleena was gonna kill him for that…)

So, now to preheat the oven.

But how?

So after a great deal of pressing a few random buttons and a lot of nearly mauling the appliance in question Kish somehow managed to set the oven at 400°, at least he thought he had, because of the little flashing '400°' on the stove's tiny screen.

Now for the actual recipe.

Flour… 6 cups was a lot of flour…and he was running out of it, so he would have to cut the entire recipe in half. But, would he have to change the oven from 400° to 200°? He shuddered at thought. Perhaps not…

So now he only had to add 3 cups flour- flour, what a weird name of the soft white stuff that always made him sneeze. Why had these strange humans named such a weird substance after a plant? Furthermore, how did they come up with the idea of grinding up a bunch of wheat?

ANYWAYS- he also had to add ½ teaspoon salt, 1 ½ tablespoons of baking powder and ½ tablespoon of sugar. And the milk.

Simple enough, measure the flour dump it in- POOF! He sneezed, covering himself head to toe with white powder, along with the counter.

Oops.

Re-measure the flour, plug nose to avoid sneezing and- SNORT! Oww that hurt, even though he had his conk firmly plugged, a bit of flour had sneaked in. Weakly he dumped the remaining flour into the untouched bowl.

Ow. He rubbed at his throat that really hurt…anyhoo, time for the salt. He hefted up the heavy carton. He only needed ½ teaspoon.

He positioned the ½ teaspoon over the flour filled bowl and began to pour the salt.

Unfortunately for Kish the salt container was quite slippery and slipped ever so slightly causing him to gracefully dump half of the container of salt into his flour.

"GLARX!" Kish yelled loudly, flailing his arms about madly, making the half-container of salt of go flying across the room and smash into the wall, sending salt everywhere. Now Q was going to kill him too.

Apparently Kish hadn't been as stealthy as he had thought he had, as Pai stumbled through the kitchen door- still mostly asleep. "What the heck are you doing down here at-" Pai checked his watch "1:25 in the morning?"

"Well I-" Kish started, but Pai didn't wait for him to finish by falling over, fast asleep. Kish suppressed a shudder, good thing he had fallen asleep when he had, Pai was scary when he was still asleep.

After dragging his older and somewhat creepier alien companion to bed (praying to whatever God that was listening that Pai wouldn't remember anything) and also after re-measuring the flour (again) and the salt, Kish measured the sugar and the baking powder (careful not to inhale either).

After that and mixing the dries together, all that was left was the dreaded, un-specifed part where all Kish could do was guess. And pray. And pour the milk.

"Ok…" Kish muttered. This was it. He warily unscrewed the milk's cap readied his wooden spoon.

He tipped the mill jug slightly and a small amount of milk came out. He stirred.

Not enough.

More milk.

Still not enough.

Even more milk, not enough.

More, and not enough- WOAH! Way too much! It was ok; Q had said that flour made stuff thicken up, right? So all he had to do was add more flour, and maybe a bit of everything else. He dumped in some flour. Perfect, just had to stir it together now.

Wow, that batter was starting to get sticky and really hard to stir and- SNAP!

Whoops, the spoon had just snapped. Ahahahaha…

After digging out the spoon particles Kish decided that the batter was stirred enough, and he didn't want to risk anymore spoons, or risk getting Q or Bowleena any madder than they would be.

Now to get the sticky concrete-like gunk out of the bowl and onto the counter. What fun.

A few minutes later Kish had succeeded in getting a good portion of the goo out of the bowl, though half of it remained on the sides of the bowl or stuck to the broken spoon, then he thought of something; Q had put flout on her hands and the table, so that the dough wouldn't stick. Shoot.

After a great deal of fighting, Kish managed to free a hand (covered in goop, it looked like he had a wonky, melting glove on) and snagged the flour and dumped a scoop of it all over the counter and rolled his free hand in it (now his melting glove looked sorta mouldy and moth-eaten)

With his trapped hand Kish let go of the slime which stuck to his hand and stretched down to the floury counter. After a vigorous shaking and fair amount of curses under his breath Kish freed his other hand and promptly shoved his entire hand into the flour jar (ignoring the imaginary Q in his head that was yelling 'You flour-waster!') and obtained a matching, powdery glove.

He grabbed a handful of flour and released it onto the goo. A "Mix dang it, you stupid dough, flour is your friend!"

He kneaded more and more flour into the gunk, occasionally flipping it over (sticking to the very floury counter where it had absorbed all of the flour) until he had no flour left, ('Kish, you flour-waster!'), and the goop was now somewhat more manageable.

He squished the very powdery flatter and cut them with a circular cutter and carefully placed them on a greased cookie sheet.

Hmm, he was starting to sound like Martha Stewart; maybe he should start his own show…

He tiredly pushed a few random buttons and ended up with the timer on for fifteen minutes and shoved the biscuits into the oven and then (after cleaning the glop off of his arms) collapsed into a chair and laid his head on the table, ignoring the pile of flour that his head was resting on and was sure to make him sneeze.

Ahh, he was tired now, but still starving…

"Hey Kish!" Tarto's annoying voice said loudly from approximately 1.5 inches from his ear. "Whaa?" Kish mumbled blurrily. "These scone-things me 'n' Pai found in the oven are really good!" Kish sat up sharply "Scone-things? You didn't-" He spotted the empty cookie sheet lying atop of the stove. "My biscuits!" Kish wailed loudly.

Tarto glanced at Kish and said, with his mouth full, spraying crumbs everywhere. "Pai said to leave you one, so I did and it's over there- no, wait oops, I just ate it…"

Kish gave a strange sound of someone being strangled.

Pai entered the kitchen "Tarto, do you know why I woke up on the floor?"

Tarot gave him a weirded-out look "Why the heck would I know that?.!"

Kish simply fell over sideways onto the floury and salty floor and moaned.

Pai raised an eyebrow "What's with him?"

"Dunno, maybe it was something he ate."

A/N (again): All I have to say is, thanks Stone for the alien swear word (glarx) and that I made fun of myself a bit, have pity on me, reviews make the world a 'round! (And makes a certain authoress very happy!) Have a nice trip to the other side of the world Bowleena!