Cooking Up a Recipe for Success Chapter 11 First Day
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(Juan's Kitchen - Morning The cooks are circling around Mallow, listening with interest as she reads a review aloud from the morning paper).
Mallow: "Though I, like many other critics, had written off Juan's as irrelevant since the great Chef's death, the soup was a revelation, a spicy yet subtle taste experience". (Guzma has Entered and is now stopping in his tracks. Guzma Says Stunned).
Guzma:Vernon...? (Mallow Says Excitedly).
Mallow: Yes! (Mallow Resumés reading). "Against all odds, Juan's has recaptured our attention. Only time will tell if they deserve it". (In the Alley Outside Juan's Siebold waits outside, Rattata in palm, staring uncomfortably at the kitchen entrance, working up the nerve to go inside. Siebold Well, uhm... Aware he cannot enter the kitchen carrying a Pokémon, Siebold looks halfheartedly for places to conceal Rattata; under his shirt, up his sleeves, in his sock- rejecting each in turn. Out of ideas, Siebold slowly opens the top of his pants. Rattata looks up at him, Appalled. Siebold Says Desperate).
Siebold: Look, I know it is weird and stupid, but neither of us can do this alone. So, we gotta do it together, right? You with me? (Rattata gives a reluctant Nod. Siebold glares at the kitchen entrance, psyching himself up).So... LET US DO THIS THING! (In Juan's Kitchen, the back door Slams Open. All heads swing to a slightly crazed Siebold standing in the doorway. He wilts a bit with the attention, and tries to cross inconspicuously to his station, the hidden Pokémon causing a strangely spastic lurch. The other Cooks watch with bewildered amusement. Siebold arrives at his station and looks uneasily at the new Toque resting there: his new toque. Siebold swallows, placing it on his head, and suddenly notices Guzma standing there).
Guzma: Welcome to the British Baking Show. Now... recreate the soup. Take so long as you need, all week if you must. (Guzma Exits. Siebold looks at his station with dread, a blocked writer facing a blank page).
Siebold: Soup. (Siebold's Station - Minutes Later Raw soup stock bubbles at a low boil on the stove. Siebold stares at the variety carefully prepared of ingredients- herbs, spices, diced berries, and more that have been and laid out at his station. He is completely unsure of where to start. Rattata peeks out from Siebold's collar and examines the scene. He scrambles underneath Siebold's shirt and across his chest, tickling him. Siebold Laughs. Rattata's head pops out from Siebold's Shirt Cuff, sees Siebold Rattata peeks out from Siebold's collar and examines the scene. He scrambles underneath Siebold's shirt and across his chest, tickling him. Siebold Laughs. Rattata's head pops out from Siebold's Shirt Cuff, sees Siebold reaching for a Spice Tin, the Wrong spice. Rattata signals Siebold to stop, but Siebold pays no attention, so- Rattata gives Siebold's Hand a Nip. Siebold Yelps- dropping the entire spice tin Into the Soup. Appalled, Rattata gives Siebold an admonishing Bite Attack- Siebold Yelps and Curses, Swats Rattata in retaliation. Rattata scurries to the other arm making Siebold Giggle and gives Siebold another nip causing More Yelps and Cursing's. The Other Cooks marvel at the strangeness of the spastic, giggling, yelping Siebold. Visibly panicked, the giggling/yelping Siebold Turns, lurching from his station to the food safe, and closing himself inside. Inside Food Vault - Continuous Siebold Rips his shirt open, exposing his chest and arms, which are full of angry red Bite Marks). AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! (Siebold Looks at Rattata accusingly). AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! (Siebold Gestures at bite marks). AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! (Rattata stares at the nearing hysterical Siebold). This is NOT gonna work, little chef! And I am gonna LOSE IT if we do this anymore. We gotta figure out something else. Something that does not involve any biting or nipping or running up and down my body with your little Rattata feet. The biting; No. Scampering; No. No scampering or scurrying. Understand, little chef? (Rattata looks beat). Little chef...? (Rattata's gaze has drifted away from Siebold, to the shelves Loaded with premium food. Rattata looks weak with longing).Oh... you are hungry. (Feeling Guilty, Siebold breaks a chunk from a round of Poképuff and offers it to Rattata, who scarfs it down. Siebold, calmer now, straightens his clothes as he thinks aloud). Okay... the way I see it; you know how to cook. And I know how... to appear... human. We just need to work out a system so that I do What you want in a way that does not look like a tiny Pokémon chef is controlling me oh WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME? I'M INSANE I'MINSANEI'MINSANEA REFRIGERATOR TALKING TO A POKÉMON ABOUT GOURMET COOKING I WILL NEVER PULL THIS OFF! (Outside in the Kitchen from Outside the Food Vault Passing the food vault Guzma hears a Voice from within).
Guzma: Siebold...? (Inside Food Vault Rattata, still eating, listens as Siebold pours his heart out).
Siebold: We gotta communicate! And I cannot be checking for a yes or no head shake from a Rattata th. (Suddenly the vault door Jerks Open. Three Things Happen Fast: 1). Guzma sees a fleeting glimpse of Siebold with Rattata. 2). Siebold Hits the Light Switch- the room goes Dark. 3). Guzma instantly Flicks the Lights Back On to see- Siebold standing exactly as before. But Rattata is Gone).
Guzma: The Pokémon! Yes, I saw it!
Siebold: A Pokémon? (Guzma says Searching about Siebold).
Guzma: Yes, yes, A Pokémon! Right next to you! (Guzma Stops, suspicious before turning on him). What are you doing in here?
Siebold: I am just familiarizing myself with- y'know, the Berries... and such.
Guzma: Get out. (Siebold makes a hasty exit. Guzma calls out after him). One can get too familiar with Berries and Poképuffs you know! (Kitchen - Continuous Siebold speaks to Rattata, who He is hiding under his Toque)
Siebold: That was close. You okay up there? (Inside Siebold's Toque Rattata's surroundings are visible through the thin fabric. Rattata looks up and sees they are about to Collide with Jacques Carrying a Tray Piled with Dishes. Rattata Yanks Back Siebold's Hair like a Pair of Reins, Causing Siebold to jerk backwards in an impossible limbo-arch, pivoting under the tray of dishes- and Back Up Again, miraculously averting disaster. Siebold blinks in amazement as does Jacques. Siebold cannot help but think: "What just happened?" Siebold ducks into the Bathroom Siebold removes his toque, looks at Rattata in the mirror). How did you do that? (Rattata Still grasping hanks of Siebold's hair in his paws, Rattata Shrugs. Siebold's shoulders Shoot Up to his ears. Startled, Rattata drops his arms; Siebold's shoulders drop). Whooaah! (A gleam comes into the Pokémon' eyes. Rattata Jerks the left hand, causing Siebold's Left Alarm to Shoot Up in The Air. Siebold says marveling). Wow. That is strangely involuntary. (Rattata is yanking tufts of Siebold's hair like a kid with a new toy. Siebold jerks around like a helpless puppet. Rattata stops, looks at the panting Siebold in the mirror).
Rattata: One look and I knew, each of us had the same crazy idea...
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