Author's Note: Hello fellow readers and authors! I am very sorry that I haven't updated anything lately. I've… sort of been playing my new Paper Mario game… ahaha… Uhh… I hope you can forgive me for my indolence… right? Anyhoo, my special thank-you to the people that reviewed are: Coooool123 and YoshiEmblem. Thanks you two! ^^ And this next chapter's request is from Scarecrow314. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10: Fawful's Worst Nightmare

It was a splendid Sunday as an author named Comfy was busy making a delicious sandwich for Fawful.

He added bread, ham, cheese… and then his eyes spotted a certain can of mustard that seemed to be glowing! Perhaps that was the mustard that Fawful wanted Comfy to spread on the sandwich?

"Only one way to find out…" the author spoke as he un-screwed the can-opener with E. Gadd's specialized contraption: The Can-Conqueror and looked inside.

"It's seems pretty okay to me-AAAAGH!" he screamed as the mustard suddenly blew out from the can, slapping into his face with such force that he flew out from the roof and landed in the backyard.

"What the…" Comfy uttered before he felt his face.

He felt a long smile was spread across the surface of it. He fished out a mirror and looked into it.

"Waaaagh! I look like some evil bean that talks with food metaphors and wants to take over the Mushroom Kingdom or something!" Comfy squealed as he began to panic.

Suddenly, a heartily laughing bean flew down to Comfy's height while riding his hovercraft.

"F-Fawful?" Comfy inquired aloud as he rubbed his eyes.

"Ah ha ha ha! Fawful is as happy as a chef who has created his first best meal!" the villainous bean spoke as he took a look at the author's face and suddenly cried out in joy, "It is as if Fawful into a mirror of deliciousness! He is seeing a wonderful bean with a slightly smaller smile than Fawfuls…"

But Comfy wasn't trying to smile. In fact, he was quite enraged.

"For pranking me with your "mustard of doom", thus causing me to have this clown-like face with a smile that just won't… stop… smiling…, I shall send you to the Torture Void, where you shall endure YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!" the author yelled as he took out a large can that read, Comfy's amazing TV, and shoved Fawful in there, closing up the lid with E. Gadd's best device known as the "Can Closer" and then called his therapist.

Fawful suddenly began to float in a pitch-black place, stumped as to what in the worlds just happened.

Suddenly, he saw a very delicious sandwich. And his mustard of doom was right next to him!

"Fawful's sandwich cannot be complete without his amazing mustard of doom. It is like a dinner without a dessert!"

He then unscrewed the cap of the mustard and just as he was about to pour it onto the sandwich, a group of Fawful's minions suddenly popped up and destroyed the mustard with E. Gadd's latest technology: The Mustard Blew-Upper raygun.

Fawful's eyes widened a bit as he stared at his minions.

"Fawful's minions! What have you done to Fawful's beautiful mustard of doom!? Fawful needs that in order to complete Fawful's wonderful sandwich of deliciousness!"

"That is your punishment for pranking Comfy. Now… watch us destroy more Mustard of Doooom!" the minions exclaimed as they took out more of the mustard and began to destroy it.

"Fawful says NOOOOOO like a chef who has been given the lowest star ranking in his beeeeeeef!" the bean cried out has he forever dealt with his punishment…