(Hiya! I'm back again. I want to take this time to say a few thank yoo's. If it hadn't been for all the nice reviews and kind requests, sniff I never
would have learned to type so well!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh okay, enough of that. On with the rest!)
Escaflowne at A Bakery
Chapter Two - The Big Contest
Dilly woke up in a cranky mood the next morning. The fire had gone out during the night, and Mama Rosa came banging in at 5 A.M. to get started
on her work. "Today's a big day!" she boomed cheerfully.
Dilly became even more sour. "And just what the hell is so important that I have to get up before dawn to prepare for?!?!"
Mama Rosa handed out another flier. "A baking contest. Here, read it." Van took the flier and read it aloud:
" 'Bakers wanted for the Annual Bake-off! Place - Mama Rosa'a Bakery. Date - July 29. Time - 9 A.M. sharp. Be there, or be somewhere else!' "
Van gave Mama Rosa a Very Strange Look but didn't say anything. He continued:
" '3rd place prize - a free pie or cake of your choice.
2nd place prize - a 50$ gift certificate to Mama Rosa'a Bakery.' "
Folken looked at the prices on the menu. "At this place, the 2nd and 3rd place prizes may as well be the same thing." Van continued:
" 'First place prize is 100$ cash to each member of the winning party. And............
The Grand Prize is all of the above, plus an all-expense paid trip to Disney World - plus 1,000$ spending cash to each winning team member!' "
Van whistled. "Cool. Disney World."
Mama Rosa laughed and nodded. "Yes, and there are a few open slots in case you all are interested in entering..." Everyone exclaimed in unison,
"YES!!!!"
"Alright then, get yourselves some breakfast, and meet me in the kitchen." She left. Everyone turned to the counter and looked at all of the baked
goods to choose from. Merle sweatdropped. " Is this supposed to be a test?"
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"Ready..."
(I know we can do this,) Hitomi thought.
"Set..."
(OK, Mr. Flamethrower, here we go!) [you probably know who THAT was...]
"GO!!!"
Our baking friends at long last decided to make a strawberry-chocolate cake flambe. (Sorry, I couldn't get that little accent mark thingy.) The
flambe, of course, was suggested by Dilly. How? After Dilly used his persuasive methods, our heroes (?) decided that they would rather bake
than fry. (If you know what I mean.)
Van and Merle hurried back and forth from the stockroom to Folken's table, who worked furiously to measure the ingredients out properly. Now
came Folken's moment in the spotlight - mixing.
Now, you're all probably all dying to know exactly WHY Folken wanted to be a mixer in the first place. With the fate of the contest lying in his hands,
he stuck out his cyborg hand, which was no longer a hand, but a beater. Folken stuck his hand in the bowl and happily whisked until the batter was
nice and stirred. He passed the bowl to a Very Hyper Dilly, who eagerly filled the cake pans up with batter, shoved them in the oven, and tackled
Folken.
"Ack! What the---WOAH!!!" clunk "Dilandau, what the HELL was that for?!?!"
Dilly smiled, his mouth covered in chocolate cake batter. " I'm lickin' the beater!" he proudly declared.
This put everyone in commotion. "Oooo, really?" "I wanna lick!" "Not if I get there first!" Everyone piled on top of poor Folkie, who could only cry,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Needless to say, our group got some pretty weird looks.
A short while later, the cake was finished, and Folken regained conciousness. Dilly pulled it out of the oven and tossed it to Merle. "Hot cakes!" he
shouted to her with a smile. Merle hurried to the freezer to cool them, only to get locked inside.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!"
Folken used his cyborg strength to pull the door off. Merle leaped out and gave Folken a big, long bear hug (or a cat hug in this case). "Thank you,
Folkie! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou---"
"Uh, yeah, I get the picture," Folken replied as peeled Merle's claws out of his clothes. "Now, someone grab the cake and let's finish this already!"
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At last, the time for judging taste had arrived. Our group's entry had already won in the "visual" category (courtesy of Dilly's method of pouring
brandy...and then setting it on fire). Now the tasting began.
Folken's cyborg arm began to twitch uncontrollably. Dilly noticed this. "Hey, Folkie," he whispered, "whaddya so nervous for? We got the
competition beat hands-down. Allen and Hitomi said so themselves."
" It's not my fault," Folken whispered back. " I've got cat fuzz in my joints. It tickles."
The judges came by their booth, clearly impressed. After what seemed like a lifetime of huddling and whispering, the judges finnaly announced,
"We declare Booth #6 the winner!!!"
Dilly leaned over the edge of the table and started wailing. "WAAAAAAH!!! We're booth #9! NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Folken leaned over and sweatdropped. "Uh, Dilly? You're reading it upside-down. WE'RE Booth #6."
Dilly instantly shut up. "Oh, really? YEAH!!! IN YOUR FACE, PEOPLE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!"
Van humbly accepted the prize as Hitomi dragged Dilly out the door. "C'mon, Dilly. We've got a...plane to...catch---oh! God, you're heavy!" Hitomi
stopped to catch her breath and looked down at Dilly, who was smiling crazily and squeezing his flamethrower in utter gleeness. "Don't you have
anything to say for yourself?"
Dilly suddenly hurled himself off the ground about 10 feet in the air and shouted, as loud as he could,
"WE'RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
( So, you like? I hope so. The next fic in this series [obviously, "Escaflowne at Disney World"] is going to be a very, LOOOOOOONG fic. I can tell
already and I haven't even written it yet! I think that because I've been there - twice - and have alot to write about. So forgive me if it takes alot of
time to write, but Disney World is a BIIIIG place, believe me. In the meantime, my little sister, "Sugarbaby" is working on her own Esca fic, entitled,
"Escaflowne Going Camping". She says it's going to be kinda short, but so far, I think it's very good [it's VERY funny ], and I hope you will all enjoy
it when she DOES get off her lazy butt to start working on it a little more. Anyway, it's getting rather late [on this part of the country anyway, east
coast for me ^-^] so I must say Good Night, or Good morning, or Good day , wherever you people are, and, well in short, have a nice day, and I
hope you enjoyed this fic. Bye for now - Ztarzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...)
would have learned to type so well!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh okay, enough of that. On with the rest!)
Escaflowne at A Bakery
Chapter Two - The Big Contest
Dilly woke up in a cranky mood the next morning. The fire had gone out during the night, and Mama Rosa came banging in at 5 A.M. to get started
on her work. "Today's a big day!" she boomed cheerfully.
Dilly became even more sour. "And just what the hell is so important that I have to get up before dawn to prepare for?!?!"
Mama Rosa handed out another flier. "A baking contest. Here, read it." Van took the flier and read it aloud:
" 'Bakers wanted for the Annual Bake-off! Place - Mama Rosa'a Bakery. Date - July 29. Time - 9 A.M. sharp. Be there, or be somewhere else!' "
Van gave Mama Rosa a Very Strange Look but didn't say anything. He continued:
" '3rd place prize - a free pie or cake of your choice.
2nd place prize - a 50$ gift certificate to Mama Rosa'a Bakery.' "
Folken looked at the prices on the menu. "At this place, the 2nd and 3rd place prizes may as well be the same thing." Van continued:
" 'First place prize is 100$ cash to each member of the winning party. And............
The Grand Prize is all of the above, plus an all-expense paid trip to Disney World - plus 1,000$ spending cash to each winning team member!' "
Van whistled. "Cool. Disney World."
Mama Rosa laughed and nodded. "Yes, and there are a few open slots in case you all are interested in entering..." Everyone exclaimed in unison,
"YES!!!!"
"Alright then, get yourselves some breakfast, and meet me in the kitchen." She left. Everyone turned to the counter and looked at all of the baked
goods to choose from. Merle sweatdropped. " Is this supposed to be a test?"
#################################################
"Ready..."
(I know we can do this,) Hitomi thought.
"Set..."
(OK, Mr. Flamethrower, here we go!) [you probably know who THAT was...]
"GO!!!"
Our baking friends at long last decided to make a strawberry-chocolate cake flambe. (Sorry, I couldn't get that little accent mark thingy.) The
flambe, of course, was suggested by Dilly. How? After Dilly used his persuasive methods, our heroes (?) decided that they would rather bake
than fry. (If you know what I mean.)
Van and Merle hurried back and forth from the stockroom to Folken's table, who worked furiously to measure the ingredients out properly. Now
came Folken's moment in the spotlight - mixing.
Now, you're all probably all dying to know exactly WHY Folken wanted to be a mixer in the first place. With the fate of the contest lying in his hands,
he stuck out his cyborg hand, which was no longer a hand, but a beater. Folken stuck his hand in the bowl and happily whisked until the batter was
nice and stirred. He passed the bowl to a Very Hyper Dilly, who eagerly filled the cake pans up with batter, shoved them in the oven, and tackled
Folken.
"Ack! What the---WOAH!!!" clunk "Dilandau, what the HELL was that for?!?!"
Dilly smiled, his mouth covered in chocolate cake batter. " I'm lickin' the beater!" he proudly declared.
This put everyone in commotion. "Oooo, really?" "I wanna lick!" "Not if I get there first!" Everyone piled on top of poor Folkie, who could only cry,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Needless to say, our group got some pretty weird looks.
A short while later, the cake was finished, and Folken regained conciousness. Dilly pulled it out of the oven and tossed it to Merle. "Hot cakes!" he
shouted to her with a smile. Merle hurried to the freezer to cool them, only to get locked inside.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!"
Folken used his cyborg strength to pull the door off. Merle leaped out and gave Folken a big, long bear hug (or a cat hug in this case). "Thank you,
Folkie! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou---"
"Uh, yeah, I get the picture," Folken replied as peeled Merle's claws out of his clothes. "Now, someone grab the cake and let's finish this already!"
################################################
At last, the time for judging taste had arrived. Our group's entry had already won in the "visual" category (courtesy of Dilly's method of pouring
brandy...and then setting it on fire). Now the tasting began.
Folken's cyborg arm began to twitch uncontrollably. Dilly noticed this. "Hey, Folkie," he whispered, "whaddya so nervous for? We got the
competition beat hands-down. Allen and Hitomi said so themselves."
" It's not my fault," Folken whispered back. " I've got cat fuzz in my joints. It tickles."
The judges came by their booth, clearly impressed. After what seemed like a lifetime of huddling and whispering, the judges finnaly announced,
"We declare Booth #6 the winner!!!"
Dilly leaned over the edge of the table and started wailing. "WAAAAAAH!!! We're booth #9! NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Folken leaned over and sweatdropped. "Uh, Dilly? You're reading it upside-down. WE'RE Booth #6."
Dilly instantly shut up. "Oh, really? YEAH!!! IN YOUR FACE, PEOPLE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!"
Van humbly accepted the prize as Hitomi dragged Dilly out the door. "C'mon, Dilly. We've got a...plane to...catch---oh! God, you're heavy!" Hitomi
stopped to catch her breath and looked down at Dilly, who was smiling crazily and squeezing his flamethrower in utter gleeness. "Don't you have
anything to say for yourself?"
Dilly suddenly hurled himself off the ground about 10 feet in the air and shouted, as loud as he could,
"WE'RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
( So, you like? I hope so. The next fic in this series [obviously, "Escaflowne at Disney World"] is going to be a very, LOOOOOOONG fic. I can tell
already and I haven't even written it yet! I think that because I've been there - twice - and have alot to write about. So forgive me if it takes alot of
time to write, but Disney World is a BIIIIG place, believe me. In the meantime, my little sister, "Sugarbaby" is working on her own Esca fic, entitled,
"Escaflowne Going Camping". She says it's going to be kinda short, but so far, I think it's very good [it's VERY funny ], and I hope you will all enjoy
it when she DOES get off her lazy butt to start working on it a little more. Anyway, it's getting rather late [on this part of the country anyway, east
coast for me ^-^] so I must say Good Night, or Good morning, or Good day , wherever you people are, and, well in short, have a nice day, and I
hope you enjoyed this fic. Bye for now - Ztarzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...)