[Scene 6]

The next day, Ganon spent his waking hours in Nabooru's kitchen, baking pies by the dozens and packing them up for distribution. The Gerudo guards and soldiers were shocked out of their gourds. Not only was their king practically living in Nabooru's kitchen, but he was making a fortune selling his pie for ten Rupees apiece. It was amazing that the people of Hyrule even took the risk of tasting them without suspicion. What made them so addictive? they wondered.

By nightfall, Jadooru was biting her nails. After hours of patrolling the desert and searching the rest of Hyrule, not one soldier had spotted Nabooru anywhere. "I've reached a decision," she told a couple of guards reluctantly. "I must question His Highness."

The Gerudos did not want to offend her, but it just sounded so dangerous. "Are you sure this is wise?" they pleaded. But deep in her heart, Jadooru knew it had to be done.

She found Ganon where he had been all day. He didn't even look up from the huge, bubbling cauldron in which the ingredients where being mixed. Jadooru stood by the door and eventually cleared her throat. "Um, Your Highness?"

Startled, Ganon let out a shriek. "Oh, Jadooru, it's you. Man, you frightened me! Phew! You sounded just like-er, never mind."

Jadooru knew what he meant. "Yes, I know. I can't count the number of times I have been mistaken for Nabooru."

"Uh, that's not what I was going to say."

"Your Eminence," Jadooru approached him. "Please, I beg you, tell me where to find Nabooru. We are all worried about her. No one has heard form her in nearly three days!"

Ganon stopped stirring at the mention of her name and began rummaging through the kitchen as if looking for something. "I haven't seen her in three days, either. Besides," he looked right at Jadooru. "What makes you think I know where she is? Are you accusing me of something?"

Before Jadooru could protest, Ganon swore to himself. "Dammit! I cannot believe this is happening. I could've sworn I had enough secret ingredient for at least another day..."

Jadooru felt so guilty, she thought she had to do something for Ganon to forgive her impertinence. "What if I help you look for it?"

Naturally, Ganon did not want her to discover exactly what he was looking for, but he desperately need that secret ingredient. Suddenly, an idea hit him. "What were you just saying about Nabooru there, Jadooru?" he turned on her without warning. "I didn't catch on, old age, you know. Were you trying to imply something?"

"No, no," she replied in a panic. "All I said was that-what I meant was-what I was trying to say-"

Ganon could have burst out laughing, watching the girl break into a sweat. Dance, puppet, dance! he chuckled to himself fiendishly. "Oh, no. Why Jadooru, you don't look well at all," his tone changed to sympathy. It was gentle and menacing at the same time, like Norman Bates. "Here. Let me take your temperature with...this...thermometer."

Now Jadooru was not a stupid girl, nor was she second-in-command for nothing, so when she saw what Ganon had pulled out form the nearest kitchen drawer, she was greatly offended. "Sir, with all due respect, that is a meat thermometer!"

"So it is, my dear," he grinned maliciously. "So, it is..."