Cooking Up a Recipe for Success Chapter 13 Accidental Success

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(Siebold crosses to Mallow and says a little too Smooth).

Siebold: Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under a. (Mallow Stabs a knife through Siebold's shirtsleeve, pinning it to the table. Her voice is low, intense).

Mallow: No, you listen! I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with! What is the number of women that you see in this kitchen?

Siebold: Well, I hah- um. (She brings a second knife down through Siebold's sleeve).

Mallow: Only me. Why do you think that is? (Siebold Says Spooked and Stuttering)

Siebold: Well... huh! I... hoo...

Mallow: Because Kalos Cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules written by stupid old men, rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world. But still, I am here! How did this happen? (Siebold burbles in a desperate attempt at nonchalance).

Siebold: Because... you, ah- hah... (Mallow Slams a third knife through Siebold's sleeve, thoroughly pinning it. Siebold is truly frightened).

Mallow: Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen! And I have worked too hard for too long to get here, and I am not going to jeopardize it for a garbage boy who got lucky! Got it? (Siebold Nods pathetically. Mallow pulls the knifes out with a single Jerk and Siebold topples to the floor. Mallow Exits. Siebold peeks over the counter, dazzled).

Siebold: Wow... (Meanwhile, Guzma's Office. Guzma watches as his advertising man Gan Goghfinishes pitching his campaign for the latest Juan's Frozen Food product. The trademark Chef Juan art has been re-painted; Juan now sports a kimono, coolie hat, and chopsticks. Behind this are similar campaigns for Juan's Kalos Galettes and Juan's Microwave Poffins. Guzma is intrigued).

Gan Gogh: "Easy to cook, easy to eat, Juan makes Kalos food 'Kalos-Easy!'".

Guzma: Excellent work Gan Gogh, as usual.

Gan Gogh: It is good, isn't it? (Guzma stands, offering a handshake to signal the end of the meeting. As Gan Gogh packs up his portfolio, preparing to leave, Guzma straightens the photo of himself with Juan that hangs on the wall).

Guzma: I want you to work up something for my latest frozen food concept: "Juan's White Apricorn Juice". Like the Kind Audrey Stone and Kathryn Lohan Have! (Gan Gogh Begins Sketching in his Pad).

Gan Gogh: Who Are Audrey Stone and Kathryn Lohan?

Guzma: Movie Star Girls with a Meowstic from Long Ago. A Reviewer Said something about "Night at the Pokemon Museum" or something like that, I do not know. Whip something up, hopefully Juan in overalls and Sir Aaron Hat (Gan Gogh Begins Displaying his Sketch)

Gan Gogh: Or as a giant Staff of Aura Power in with Golden Line Gloves?

Guzma: Yes, but... with dignity. (Gan Gogh Exist. Guzma moves to his desk and the stack of Unopened Mail there, and begins to shuffle through it; bill, bill, bill- and the Pink Envelope given to him by Siebold. Guzma opens the envelope and reads; his bored eyes growing wider and wider. Guzma runs to His Phone and says). Get my lawyer! (Guzma's Office - An Hour Later Guzma's lawyer Ricard Nouveau is reading Juan's Will).

Ricard Nouveau: The will stipulates that, if after a period of two years from the date of death no heir appears, Juan's business interests- including the restaurant and the rights to his name and image- will pass to his Sous Chef. You.

Guzma: I know What the will stipulates! (Guzma then Brandishes the letter). What I want to know is if this letter, if this boy, changes anything! (Guzma raises the window blinds, revealing a view of the kitchen and Siebold, who looks unusually awkward among the practiced cooking staff. Ricard Nouveau looks from Siebold to a framed photo of Juan).

Ricard Nouveau: There is not that great of a resemblance (Guzma drops the blinds).

Guzma: There's No resemblance at all! He is not Juan's son! Juan had no children! And What of the timing of all this? The deadline in the will expires in less than a month! (Ricard Nouveau drifts around the office, searching for something). Suddenly a boy arrives with a letter from his "recently deceased" mother claiming Juan as his father? Highly suspect! (Ricard Nouveau spies a Toque inside a Display Case. Ricard Nouveau turns to Guzma).

Ricard Nouveau: This is Juan's? (Guzma Nods). May I?

Guzma: Of course, of course. (Ricard Nouveau carefully opens the display case, removes Juan's Toque, and begins to inspect it).

Ricard Nouveau: But the boy does not know?

Guzma: She claims she never told him- OR Juan! And asks that I not tell!

Ricard Nouveau: Why you? What does she want? (Ricard Nouveau spies something on the toque: a Hair. He pulls a pair of Tweezers from his coat, removes the hair, folding it carefully inside a handkerchief, and pocketing it).

Guzma: A job. For the boy.

Ricard Nouveau: Only a job?

Guzma: Well... yes.

Ricard Nouveau: Then What are you worried about? If he works here, you will be able to keep an eye on him, while I do a little digging, find out how much of this is real. (Ricard Nouveau Says Getting his coat), I will need you to collect a couple of DNA samples from the boy, hair perchance.

Guzma: The whole thing is HIGHLY SUSPECT. He Knows something!

Ricard Nouveau: Relax. He is a garbage boy. I think you can manage him. (Ricard Nouveau exits. Guzma stands inert, spooked).

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