"Good morning, everyone! Chef Adam is my name. Teaching is my game." greeted Chef Adam.
"We know who you are, chefy." reminded Moe.
"Soitenly." said Curly. "We ain't that stupid."
"Well, one of us is, anyway." added Larry.
"Hmmm!" fumed Curly.
"Yes, well, the only reason I'm saying this, gentlemen, is because we have some new students joining us." explained Chef Adam. "And what do we do when someone new joins our class?"
In response, we all clapped, including the Minions, who exclaimed. "Whoo-hoo!"
Well, everyone except Gru, who said. "I don't care."
"Now, for those of you who are new, especially you, Nathan." Chef Adam went on, while winking at Nathan. "I am so thrilled that you've decided to partake in our Culinary Arts Program. Here, you will learn how to make one delicious recipe after another. Then, following your graduation, each one of you will embark on the career of your choice."
As Chef Adam spoke, I saw the happy expression on Nathan's face. You can tell that he's very excited about starting this class.
"And whatever that job is," Chef Adam concluded. "I can't wait to hear all about it."
"No, no, no. Can't be."
At the sound of that voice, we all turned to see my mother, Gothel, who claims to be the CEO of JobTrain, by the door.
"I distinctly remember. Your new students were here last month." she added.
Chef Adam sighed frustratingly. "Gothel, you know as well as everyone that we always have a new bunch of students join this program every month."
"Exatamente." agreed Bertha.
"That's Mother for ya." I whispered to Nathan. "Always interrupting Chef Adam's morning announcements."
When she heard me, Mother cleared her throat.
"You know I can hear you mumbling, right, Rapunzel?" she asked, walking over to where we were.
"Sorry, Mother." I said.
"That's quite all right, dear." said Mother, who, then turned her attention.
"And who is this roguishly handsome young man?" she asked.
"Oh, that's Nathan." I replied.
"Yeah, he's new around here." added Larry.
"Soitenly." agreed Curly. "Along with those who are starting today."
"Shut yer yap!" snapped Moe as he slapped both of their faces.
Mother just ignored them and kept looking at Nathan, stating. "Well, he certainly is good-looking."
"Uh, thanks...I guess." said Nathan.
"But not as good-looking as I am." added Mother.
"Excuse me?" asked Nathan.
"Oh, I'm just teasing, you little scamp." said Mother, who gave a quick pinch on one of his cheeks. "I like you already."
Having been impatient long enough, Chef Adam cleared his throat, catching Mother's attention.
"If you're done with your daily dose of ridicule, Gothel," he said. "I need to get things started."
"Oh, well, by all means." said Mother. "Teach away, chefy.
While walking towards the door, she said to us. "As usual, I look forward to tasting what delectable delicacy you newcomers will whip up. Until lunchtime..."
"Don't slam the..." started Bertha.
But Mother had already slammed the...
"...door." we all concluded after hearing a CRASH from inside the kitchen, from where the Minions pop out of, trying to steadily keep the long pile of dishes from falling.
"Mighty close, wasn't it?" asked Curly.
"Yeah, a little too close, if you ask me." replied Larry.
"Quiet!" snapped Moe, pinching their noses.
"If that's one thing we hate about the Dragon Lady, aside from interrupting our daily announcements," groaned Krishna. "It's her constant door slamming that breaks our dishes."
As she spoke, one of the plates fell from the pile that the Minions were holding and crashed on the floor.
"Blumock." said Stuart, another one of the Minions, upon seeing the broken plate.
"Well, as long the rest of them are still intact," said Chef Adam. "Would you do the honors, Bertha?"
And Bertha did, by clapping her hands and saying. "Let's cook!"
We all hurried into the kitchen and started to cook.
Chefs:
We mix, we stir, we fold, we blend,
We even gratinée.
We beat, we baste, we take a taste,
And sometimes we sauté.
Rapunzel:
We always serve our entrees
With a salad, nice and green.
We are the latest experts
In the finest French cuisine.
"French cuisine?" said Curly.
"What's she talking about?" asked Larry.
Chefs:
Fry it, we'll try it!
Stew it, we'll do it!
Now we've got the hang of it!
There's really nothing to it! (2x)
From making the bread to our chosen recipes, we all pitched in to have them ready for lunch.
Chefs:
We boil, we bake, we toast, we roast,
We even fricasée.
We poach, we grill, oh, what a thrill
Is each new recipe!
Rapunzel:
We leave the kitchen as it was,
All shiny, neat, and clean.
We are the latest experts
In the finest French cuisine!
"This ain't a fancy restaurant, Blondie!" Moe called out.
Chefs:
Fry it, we'll try it!
Stew it, we'll do it!
Now we've got the hang of it!
There's really nothing to it!
Fry it, we'll try it!
Stew it, we'll do it!
Now we've got the hang of it!
Now we've got the hang of it!...
There's really nothing to it!
By lunchtime, everything was ready to be tasted.
As Nathan looked at the finished dishes uneasily, I gave him a pat, saying. "I know it's a lot to take in, but just watch what we do and you'll get the hang of it in no time."
At that, Nathan chuckled nervously.