Cooking Up a Recipe for Success Chapter 2 This Is Me

(Disclaimer: I do not Own Pokémon or Ratatouille. Pokémon Belongs to Nintendo/Gamefreak. And Ratatouille belongs to Pixar).

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(A/N #1: Before we begin, I would like to give a Special Shoutout to "Petor" for being the First Person to Follow this, Story. And with that said, Please Enjoy Chapter 2 of "Cooking Up a Recipe for Success").

(The Sound of wind rattling barren branches... WALT HMILLES02 PICTURES PRESENTSA FANFICTION STORY...and we Fade In to reveal: A Kalos Countryside house. A Late Afternoon A light rain falls on a Small Farmhouse. The last remaining dead leaves tremble in the gusts. The quiet ends by a Loud Blaster Shot that lights up the inside of the cottage. As we move closer to a single window. The Story's Title appears... "COOKING UP A RECIPE FOR SUCCESS!" As we move closer, we begin to hear muffled Sounds of Struggle; furniture bumping around, dishes breaking, an indescribable Crash, followed by an Old Lady's Shriek. We move close to the Window now when it suddenly shatters by a Cookbook. Instantly the action Freezes. Underneath its opened pages, shielding himself from the shards of splintering glass is, inexplicably, a Pokémon. He is scrawny, frightened, about comic. It is hard not to feel sympathetic towards the little guy).

Pokémon: This is me, I bet it is clear I need to rethink my life a little bit. What is my problem? (Outside The Farmhouse at Dusk. A Couple of Weeks Earlier).To begin with, I am a Pokémon. A Rattata to be more Precise. An Average Run of the Mill* Rattata. (A Silhouette darts out from behind a wooden barrel, pausing upright against a blood red sky. Mangy, sinister, the opposite of Rattata. This is how most humans see Pokémon).Which means life is hard. (Assured the coast is clear, the Sinister Pokémon scampers out into the yard, followed by Dozens More Pokémon. The Pokémon move across the expanse of grass toward a Compost Heap, which sits in the middle of a field under the darkening sky. Resourceful and well-coordinated, the Pokémon grab bits of decomposing food and carry it off. Rattatais among them, drearily going through garbage).And secondly- I have an advanced sense of taste and smell. (Suddenly he catches a Scent, which leads him to uncover a closely untouched piece of Pastry, a discarded Malasadda. Rattata Says Sniffing the Malasadda). Flygon Flour, Exeggcute eggs, Snorlax sugar, Lumiose Galette, small twist of Oran Berry... (The Malasadda suddenly erupts, and out pops Rattata's pudgy brothercovered in cream and completely oblivious to the destruction he has made).

Brother: Wow! You can smell all that? You have a gift. (Again, the Action Freezes).

Rattata: This is Patrat, My brother. He is easily impressed. (Then an older Pokémon, Rattata and Patrat's father, a Kanto Raticate comes into view. He snorts dismissively and plucks an Oran Berry Core from the compost).

Raticate: So, you can smell ingredients. So What?

Rattata: This is my dad. He is never impressed. He also happens to be the leader of our clan. (Rattata sighs before catching another scent and Frowns; this new scent is different somehow, wrong. Rattata follows the scent to Raticate).So, what is wrong with having advanced senses? (Raticate is about to eat the Oran Berry Core when Rattata lunges at him, snatching the core from his hands). Whoa, whoa, whoa! DO NOT EAT THAT!

Raticate: What is going on here? (At the Shed, Minutes Later Still holding the Oran Berry Core, Rattata sniffs the air, following a scent to a tarp in the corner. Rattata lifts it, Revealing a can of Black Sludge Poison. The other Pokémon React, and Raticate is, for once impressed).

Rattata: Turns out that funny smell was Black Sludge Poison. Suddenly Dad did not think my talent was useless, I was feeling surprisingly good about my gift. Until Dad gave me a job. (At the Farmhouse - Compost Pile - Day A line of Pokémon file past Rattata, holding up rotted scraps of food so that each one passes under his nose). That is right… "poison checker". (As Rattata sniffs with all the gusto of a lifelong DMV employee, the line shuffles forward with each "clean". Rattata Says sniffing each one). Clean... clean... clean-erino... cleaneriffic... close to Arceus... (The Pokémon under inspection stands there, unsure as to whether he has approval or not).Which means "clean". You know- "Cleanliness is... close to-?" (The Pokémon again gives No response. Rattata waits, expecting the Pokémon to get his joke. Then Rattata says Beat). ...never mind. Move on... (The Pokémon moves on. Rattata rolls his eyes and Resumés his bored inspection. Later Inside the Attic that Late Afternoon Raticate & Rattata stand on a beat-up chair, overlooking the Pokémon clan as they go about their day).Well, it made my dad proud.

Raticate: Now Do Not you feel better, Rattata? You have helped a noble cause. Like a Knight of Zandar.

Rattata: Noble? We are thieves, Dad. Like an Innocent Notacon. And What we are Stealing is, let us face it, garbage.

Raticate: It is not Stealing if no one wants itMeyers.

Rattata: If no one wants it, why are we Stealing IT?! (They continue to quarrel. It is clear this is an old argument).Let us just say we have different points of view. (Later that Night in the Attic. Raticate and Patrat are gobbling up an assortment of Garbage, which is in fact dinner. As Rattatawatches them, appalled. He looks down at his own plate in disgust).This much I knew: if you are What you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff. (Rattata pushes the rotted food away, causing Raticate to react).But to my dad...

Raticate: Food is fuel. You get fussy about What you put in the tank; your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage.

Rattata: If we are going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen, where nothing has poison in it?

Raticate: To begin with, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It is dangerous.

Rattata: I know I am supposed to hate humans, but... (Outside the Farmhouse at Dusk. Rattata watches the farmhouse, drawn to the warm light and the sounds emanating from inside). there is something about them... (The Kitchen Farmhouse. Rattata carefully sneaks into the kitchen)....they Do Not just survive, they discover, they create. Just look at What they do with food! (The TV turns off to the same show we saw in the opening. Chef Juanis cooking, speaking to the camera. As Rattata watches).

Juan: Tasty and Healthy food is like music you can taste, color you can smell. There is excellence all around you. You need only be aware to stop and savor it. (Rattata notices a leftover plate of Berries & Poképuffs. He picks up a small slice of Poképuff and takes a bite).

Rattata: Juan was right. Each flavor was completely unique. (As Rattata closes his eyes his surroundings Fade to Black. An amorphous Colored Shape appears above his head accompanied by a cello bass line).Oh, yes. Amazing. But... combine one flavor with another (With the Poképuff still in his mouth, Rattata takes a bite of the Petcha Berry).And something new comes about. (New Colored Shapes and musical signatures appear, swirling and dancing in harmony with the others. A light Snaps On, breaking the spell. The Old Lady has awakened. Rattata drops the food and scampers away).

(A/N #1: To Clarify, just in Case. When I Said, "Average Run of the Mill" What I meant is that the Rattata in this Story is a Kanto Rattata not an Alolan).

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