CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE - MILLIE!
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"...Step forward!"
With a spring in her step, a young women dressed in white and blue stepped forward. She wore an odd hat on her head, and a small creature clung to her forearm frightfully.
She bowed quickly, stating her name eagerly.
"I'm Millie! Me and Bonaparte will do the job! Right, Bonaparte?"
If the tiny being was going to answer, Viktor didn't wait to see.
"You may begin, Millie."
With that said, Viktor took his seat, and watched as Millie began to take out kitchen implements. All of a sudden, he nudged Flik with one elbow.
"You know, Flik ol' buddy... Millie's kind of cute from this angle..."
Flik blinked, looking at Viktor.
"What...? Oh." A look of disgust crossed Flik's face as he recognized the bearish grin. "Try and pay attention to the cooking, you pervert."
"Sorry," said Viktor. However, the grin stayed right where it was.
Millie first withdrew a short, circular pot. Filling it with water, she began to sprinkle herbs into it. When she seemed finished with that, she placed it upon a stove, and left it to the flame's heat. She then took a lump of dough, and began to knead it firmly with her knuckles. It became flat within a few minutes, at which time she slid a pan beneath it and lifted both into the air. With a graceful spin, she stuck it into an oven, and bowed quickly to the audience, which applauded the stunt.
"Hey, not bad," murmered Flik.
"I thought I already pointed that out... oh... you meant the stunt. Yeah, pretty good," agreed Viktor.
"Muku!"
Hero smiled in a thoughtful manner, but as usual said nothing. However, everyone's eyes widened as Millie screamed.
Frantically, Millie was searching around herself.
"Millie, what is it?" asked Flik.
"Bonaparte! Where'd Bonaparte run off to?!" Millie stammered in absolute terror. "Maybe he fell into the oven!"
She quickly slid open the oven door, and looked inside. Seeing nothing but the dough, she shut the oven.
"Oh no, the broth!"
Millie turned toward the pot, which was boiling at this point. She had turned just in time to see it tumble from the force of being rocked back and forth by the overly heated pressure of the stove.
"Oh no, no, no!"
Millie lifted one hand to her mouth in confusion and worry. Shaking her head, she ran outside, screaming "Bonaparte!"
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Silence hung in the air for a few long moments afterward.
Hesitantly, Viktor stood up, clearing his throat.
"Uhh... I guess Millie's done..."
"I'd say so," said Flik.
"We'd better get the stage ready for the second contestant, huh."
"Muku!"
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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"...Step forward!"
With a spring in her step, a young women dressed in white and blue stepped forward. She wore an odd hat on her head, and a small creature clung to her forearm frightfully.
She bowed quickly, stating her name eagerly.
"I'm Millie! Me and Bonaparte will do the job! Right, Bonaparte?"
If the tiny being was going to answer, Viktor didn't wait to see.
"You may begin, Millie."
With that said, Viktor took his seat, and watched as Millie began to take out kitchen implements. All of a sudden, he nudged Flik with one elbow.
"You know, Flik ol' buddy... Millie's kind of cute from this angle..."
Flik blinked, looking at Viktor.
"What...? Oh." A look of disgust crossed Flik's face as he recognized the bearish grin. "Try and pay attention to the cooking, you pervert."
"Sorry," said Viktor. However, the grin stayed right where it was.
Millie first withdrew a short, circular pot. Filling it with water, she began to sprinkle herbs into it. When she seemed finished with that, she placed it upon a stove, and left it to the flame's heat. She then took a lump of dough, and began to knead it firmly with her knuckles. It became flat within a few minutes, at which time she slid a pan beneath it and lifted both into the air. With a graceful spin, she stuck it into an oven, and bowed quickly to the audience, which applauded the stunt.
"Hey, not bad," murmered Flik.
"I thought I already pointed that out... oh... you meant the stunt. Yeah, pretty good," agreed Viktor.
"Muku!"
Hero smiled in a thoughtful manner, but as usual said nothing. However, everyone's eyes widened as Millie screamed.
Frantically, Millie was searching around herself.
"Millie, what is it?" asked Flik.
"Bonaparte! Where'd Bonaparte run off to?!" Millie stammered in absolute terror. "Maybe he fell into the oven!"
She quickly slid open the oven door, and looked inside. Seeing nothing but the dough, she shut the oven.
"Oh no, the broth!"
Millie turned toward the pot, which was boiling at this point. She had turned just in time to see it tumble from the force of being rocked back and forth by the overly heated pressure of the stove.
"Oh no, no, no!"
Millie lifted one hand to her mouth in confusion and worry. Shaking her head, she ran outside, screaming "Bonaparte!"
***
Silence hung in the air for a few long moments afterward.
Hesitantly, Viktor stood up, clearing his throat.
"Uhh... I guess Millie's done..."
"I'd say so," said Flik.
"We'd better get the stage ready for the second contestant, huh."
"Muku!"
-TO BE CONTINUED-