French Narrator (from "SpongeBob Squarepants"): Three days later...
Monday, June 14th, 2010. Week 2 in the Culinary Arts Program.
Flynn: Three days have passed and I was still trapped inside that igloo of a fridge, shivering and repeating to myself. "I'll be out of here in no t...t...t...t...t...time."
While I stood there, trembling in the frigid cold, the fridge door finally opened.
And standing outside...was Nathan, who screamed upon seeing me.
"AAAHHHH!"
"AAAHHHH!" I screamed as well as Nathan closed the door.
Nathan: I rushed to the classroom and tried to tell the other chefs what I saw, but all I could do was gasp for breath while trying to word it out.
"What's the matter with you?" asked Moe. "You act like you've seen a ghost."
"There's a...there's a..." I gasped. "Somebody's in the fridge!"
Rapunzel and Pascal looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Flynn was still shivering in the fridge when he saw the door open again.
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Free...d'oh!"
Having been hit on the head by a frying pan Rapunzel was holding, Flynn collapsed on the floor.
I cautiously walked up to him, then looked at Rapunzel, asking. "Is he..."
"Don't worry. He's only out cold." assured Rapunzel, brushing off her weapon of choice, which I stared at with curiousity...and confusion.
"I thought they were only meant for cooking purposes." I said.
"Well," chuckled Rapunzel. "There's more than one way to use a frying pan."
While twirling the pan, she accidentally bumped herself in the head.
"Oh, ouch." I said upon seeing that.
"Whoa, Nellie!" exclaimed Larry, who, along with Moe and Curly, saw the surprise blow. "I gotta get me one of these babies."
"Too late, mongoose." said Moe, who, then, hit Larry with a pan of his own. "I already called dibs."
"Hey, I want one too!" complained Curly.
"You too?" asked Moe.
"Yeah, give it."
"You got it!" said Moe, who, then, hit Curly with the pan, which Bob caught and stared with enthusiasm.
Kevin and Stuart looked in on the pan, only to be accidentally knocked out cold as Bob swung it excitedly.
"Oops." he, then, said upon seeing his fellow Minions unconscious.
"For once, I agree with Nathan." said Gru as he picked up his Minions and took both frying pans out of Bob's and Rapunzel's hands. "Frying pans are only meant for cooking, not to be used as toys or, in your case, Rapunzel, weaponry."
As we watched him walk away, I turned to Rapunzel. "You know, when I saw you whack him with that frying pan, it almost made me think of Eddy doing the same thing to Ed."
"Who?" asked Rapunzel.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"You never watched 'Ed, Edd n Eddy' before?" I asked.
"Mother won't let me watch TV." replied Rapunzel. "She says it rots your brain."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked over to the computers.
As Rapunzel followed, Pascal hopped down from her shoulder once he heard Moe say. "Come on, let's get him into the classroom."
While he, Larry and Curly tried to carry the knocked-out Flynn out of the kitchen, I typed down "Ed, Edd n Eddy" onto the computer as Rapunzel sat next to me.
"All right, to fill you in on what you've been missing." I began. "This show is about three guys who all have the same name; Ed, Edd, commonly known as Double D, and Eddy. Throughout the entire show, the Eds come up with one scam after another to make some money and use it to buy some jawbreakers."
"You've seen a lot of them on TV, haven't you?" asked Rapunzel.
"Not only that," I said. "I even imagined them."
Rapunzel raised her eyebrows, saying. "Really?"
"Yeah, along with the Imaginaries." I said.
"Oh, I would've love to have met them." said Rapunzel.
"You have..." I replied. "...in the form of these guys."
Rapunzel saw that I was referring to Moe, Larry and Curly, who had just placed Flynn on top of one of the tables as Pascal watched.
"Man, oh, man." Moe said, exhausted from having to carry him from the kitchen to the classroom.
Rapunzel, then, turned to me, saying. "But, how can they..."
"I see them as the original Ed, Edd n Eddy." I said. "But with one difference. While the Stooges try to make a living by doing odd jobs, the Eds scam the cul-de-sac kids out of their hard-earned..."
Before I could continue, Rapunzel and I heard Flynn scream.
"AAAAHHH!"
Apparently, Pascal had stuck his long tongue into his ear.
Upon seeing him now awake, Curly panicked. "Nyahh-ahhh-ahhh! He's come back from the dead!"
"Wha...who's come back from the dead?" asked Vickie as she entered the classroom.
"The zombie!" exclaiming Curly, pointing at Flynn.
"Zombie?" repeated Kevin.
"Zombie?" repeated Bob.
"Carloattta le zombie!" cried Stuart.
But as they and the rest of Minions charged at Flynn, Gru stepped in front of them, saying. "That's not a zombie, you idiots!"
"Wha...a zombie?" said Flynn. "What makes you think I'm a zombie?"
He turned to Pascal, who just shrugged and hopped through the rows of chairs to Rapunzel's shoulder.
"You double-crossing lizard." fumed Moe. "Making us think he's a zombie."
In response, Pascal blew a raspberry at him.
"OK," said Flynn. "If you're done falsely claiming I'm a zombie, let me start by saying...hi."
"Oh, hello." greeted Larry before Moe elbowed him, saying. "Shut up."
"How's it going'?" Flynn went on, being as charming as he could be. "The name's Rider. Flynn Rider."
"Oh, nice to meet you, Flynn Rider." said Curly.
"Quiet!" demanded Moe, who, then, slapped him.
"And what were you doing in our fridge, Flynn Rider?" asked Rapunzel, aiming her frying pan at Flynn, who said. "Easy, Blondie."
"Rapunzel."
Turning his attention to the rest of us, Flynn said. "Listen, I appreciate the...cold hospitality, but I'm in a big hurry. So if you can just give me my satchel, I'll be on my...wa...wait a minute. Where is my satchel?"
"Oh, so that was your bag! Hmm." said Moe. "Well, don't worry yourself, pretty boy. We put it in a safe place where no one would find it."
"Soitenly." added Curly.
Flynn looked past us and asked. "It's in the pantry, isn't it?"
Realizing he revealed its location, Rapunzel hit him on the head with the frying pan again.
"What did I just say?!" said Gru.
Flynn: When I woke up, I found myself tied up with Rapunzel's long hair and Pascal sticking his tongue into my ear...again!
"Will you stop doing that?" I asked, shaking him off.
"Now that it's hidden where you'll never find it," Moe said to me, then to the chefs. "Spread out! We'll take the interrogations from here."
"So if he's not a zombie." said Larry. "Who are we dealing with here, Moe?"
"Yeah, yeah." said Curly.
"Well, judging by the looks of his duds," said Moe as he circled all around me. "I say we're dealing with some sort of recipe pirate."
"Recipe pirate?" said Nathan.
"Yeah, someone who steals recipes and sell 'em for profits." explained Moe.
"Wha...fellas, you got it all wrong." I said. "The only thing I want with your recipes...is nothing! Nothing at all."
"Wait, you don't want our recipes?" asked Larry.
"Why would I want your stupid recipes?" I said. "Look, I was being chased, the building was right in front of me, and I went it. End of story."
"And you honestly expect us to believe that?" asked Moe.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Now let me loose."
Instead, the chefs looked at each other.
"Hey, newbie!" Moe said to Nathan, whom he sat in a chair and pushed him towards me, adding. "You keep an eye on him and don't let him out of your sight till we get back."
As he and the others went to the kitchen, Nathan and I just stared at each other.
"You know, you almost look like Tulio from 'The Road to El Dorado.'" said Nathan.
"Really?" I replied. "I hadn't noticed."
Inside the kitchen, Gru, Rapunzel, Vickie and the Stooges gathered around one of the working tables.
"There's something fishy about this guy." said Gru.
"Fishy?" repeated Curly. "He doesn't smell fishy."
"No, you turnip head." said Moe. "It means he's up to no good."
"Well, I don't know." said Rapunzel. "He seems trustworthy enough."
"Well, I don't trust him." hissed Gru, who pointed at Moe, Larry, and Curly, stating. "As if having those three around isn't troubling enough."
"Hey, you're lucky we didn't blow this place up when we first got here." said Larry.
When he heard him say that, Gru started to see a vision of JobTrain blowing up and me flying out of the explosion.
"Light bulb!" he exclaimed.
As we heard them whispering from where we were, the door opened.
"Oh, hey, Robert." greeted Nathan.
Robert, who was also one of the chefs-in-training, gave an awkward wave hello upon seeing me tied up.
"Eh, hey, uh, what did I miss?" he asked.
"You didn't miss much, Robert." said Rapunzel as she, Gru, Vickie, and the Stooges walked out of the kitchen. "We were just about to offer Flynn Rider a deal."
"Deal? What deal?" I asked.
"Trick question." said Rapunzel. "What would happen if something from the fridge or freezer is outside for the longest amount of time?"
"It...goes bad?" I guessed.
"Eh, something tells me we have our work cut out for us." said Moe.
"What was your first clue?" asked Gru, who, then, said to me. "The answer is time-temperature abuse. Apparently, you have a lot to learn about cooking. So we talked it over and decided that you will act as our protégé learning the ways of working in a commercial kitchen. And if you succeed to our expectations, then, and only then, shall we return your satchel. Deal?"
"Yeah, about that." I said. "You see, my cooking skills are a bit rusty at the moment, so I'm gonna have to say 'no deal.'"
Again, the chefs looked at each other, then at me. They tried to be nice, but now it was time they got serious. Even Pascal cracked his knuckles just thinking about it.
"Say what you will, Flynn Rider," Rapunzel said she pulled me closer with her hair. "But you're joining this program whether you like it or not."
"I rather not." I said.
"Well, maybe this will help you change your mind." said Gru as he walked over and pulled me closer to him, saying. "You can tear this building apart, brick by brick, but if you fail, you will never see your precious satchel again!"
That was more than enough for me rethink this situation.
"So, what you're saying is if I prove myself to you guys, you'll give me back my satchel?"
"We promise." said Rapunzel, whom we all stared at.
"When I promise something," she explained. "I never ever break that promise."
"Never ever?" asked Moe.
"Never ever ever!" replied Rapunzel.
"Never ever ever ever ever for never ever?!" asked Larry.
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and said. "Never ever never never ever ever never!"
"Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever?!" asked Curly.
Sighing exasperatedly, Rapunzel replied. "Never ever..."
At the same time, the Stooges were starting to ask. "Never never never never ever never ever never…"
"SILENCE!" shouted Gru, who was getting frustrated with the many "never evers."
"OK, I get that Blondie never breaks a promise," I said.
"Never ever!" said Curly.
"Don't start it again, you bunionhead." snapped Moe, who slapped his face again.
"But as much as it pains me to do this," I went on. "You leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder."
When I made the face, however, the chefs just stared at me...coldly.
"This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen." I said.
But sensing that the smolder isn't winning anyone over...
"Fine, I'll join your stupid class."
"Great!" exclaimed Rapunzel, who pulled her hair back, making me spin like a top all the way to the kitchen.
"Just grab a uniform and we'll be right with you." added Rapunzel.
After witnessing what was going on, Robert asked. "Did I miss something?"