Okay, this is getting stupider every day. But Isaac has his happy
special rainbow colored and neon pastel markers back. Thanks to all who
voted! Sorry, Wolf Child. I guess you'll just have to suffer with the
rest of us!
Isaac: ::writes something in neon pastel yellow::
Different color, Isaac! I can't even read that!
Isaac: ::writes something in neon clear::
Isaac...
Isaac: ::in neon pastel purple "Is that better?"::
Yes, it is. On with the story!
Chapter 9: The Bake-Off of the Century
Picard and Sheba had wandered into a town. It was a fairly
standard town, in fact, it was...Lunpa?
"Hey, how'd we get in Lunpa?" Picard looked around. "Oh, that
MORON, Alex, must've teleported the wrong way!"
"Oh well, let's go back to Vault and try again!" Sheba smiled.
Picard fell over. "Picard, are you okay?"
"Come one, come all!" a voice from town square was saying. "And
try the delicious cookie recipe used only by those of Laveliro!"
"What the..." Sheba muttered, striding forward. Picard got to
his feet and ran after her.
"Sheba, what is it?" Picard caught up to her. In the town square
on a raised pavillion was a guy dressed in blue with equally blue hair.
ut it wasn't Alex, in fact, Picard didn't know who it was.
"Here, little lady," he handed Sheba a cookie. All of the people
gathered around had cookies, and were marvelling at their tastes. "Have
a delicacy only found in the desert town of Laveliro!"
Sheba took a bite, then gave the man a look of doom. "They
SUCK!"
"Wha-?" the man looked rather surprised.
"These aren't cookies made in Laveliro!" she fumed. "These
aren't very good cookies at all! All of the right ingredients were used,
but you didn't put your heart into it!"
"Hahahaha!" the man regained his composure. "What would you
know, little girl? I, the great cooking master Sean, hereby challenge
you to a cooking contest!"
"Alright!" Sheba rolled up her sleeves.
"Sheba...do we really have time for this?" Picard asked.
"I'm sorry, Picard," Sheba said. "But my honor and the honor of
my home town is at stake! I MUST win this contest!"
In a matter of moments two booths had been set up. Sheba began
furiously pulling ingredients off of shelves, whipping up a batch of
cookies.
"She must be from Laveliro," Sean muttered. "I'll never win if
she is, I'll have to sabatoge her cookies!"
He snuck over while Sheba's back was turned and began putting
spices in her bowl. "A little of this...a little of that..."
Twenty minutes later, Sheba's cookies were done, and Sean was
just starting to make the batter for his.
"Ugh..." he muttered. "I was too busy sabatoging her cookies...I
might lose anyway!"
"THESE are the REAL cookies of Laveliro!" Sheba presented a tray
proudly. The citizens of the town came up and began trying them.
"They're a little spicy," one of the women admitted. "But
they're delicious! I've never had a better cookie!"
The rest of the town agreed with her, fanning their mouths.
"Haha!" Sheba smiled, hugging Torch. "The REAL cookies of
Laveliro will win every time!"
********
~*Half an Hour Later*~
"Finally, my cookies are done," Sean put out his tray, but no one
was there to eat them. "Ah...dagnabbit! I lost!"
A cloaked figure seperated itself from the shadows and came over,
tasting one of the cookies.
"Not bad," a woman's voice came from under the hood. "How would
you like to work in a Bakery Shop? We just lost our last cook to our
rivals."
"Sounds tempting," Sean smiled. "You are...?"
"Karst," the woman said. "Come with me."
Okay, you know what you have to do now!
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "REVIEW!"::
Actually, I was going to say take a lot of Tylenol.
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Oh."::
But reviewing is nice, too!
special rainbow colored and neon pastel markers back. Thanks to all who
voted! Sorry, Wolf Child. I guess you'll just have to suffer with the
rest of us!
Isaac: ::writes something in neon pastel yellow::
Different color, Isaac! I can't even read that!
Isaac: ::writes something in neon clear::
Isaac...
Isaac: ::in neon pastel purple "Is that better?"::
Yes, it is. On with the story!
Chapter 9: The Bake-Off of the Century
Picard and Sheba had wandered into a town. It was a fairly
standard town, in fact, it was...Lunpa?
"Hey, how'd we get in Lunpa?" Picard looked around. "Oh, that
MORON, Alex, must've teleported the wrong way!"
"Oh well, let's go back to Vault and try again!" Sheba smiled.
Picard fell over. "Picard, are you okay?"
"Come one, come all!" a voice from town square was saying. "And
try the delicious cookie recipe used only by those of Laveliro!"
"What the..." Sheba muttered, striding forward. Picard got to
his feet and ran after her.
"Sheba, what is it?" Picard caught up to her. In the town square
on a raised pavillion was a guy dressed in blue with equally blue hair.
ut it wasn't Alex, in fact, Picard didn't know who it was.
"Here, little lady," he handed Sheba a cookie. All of the people
gathered around had cookies, and were marvelling at their tastes. "Have
a delicacy only found in the desert town of Laveliro!"
Sheba took a bite, then gave the man a look of doom. "They
SUCK!"
"Wha-?" the man looked rather surprised.
"These aren't cookies made in Laveliro!" she fumed. "These
aren't very good cookies at all! All of the right ingredients were used,
but you didn't put your heart into it!"
"Hahahaha!" the man regained his composure. "What would you
know, little girl? I, the great cooking master Sean, hereby challenge
you to a cooking contest!"
"Alright!" Sheba rolled up her sleeves.
"Sheba...do we really have time for this?" Picard asked.
"I'm sorry, Picard," Sheba said. "But my honor and the honor of
my home town is at stake! I MUST win this contest!"
In a matter of moments two booths had been set up. Sheba began
furiously pulling ingredients off of shelves, whipping up a batch of
cookies.
"She must be from Laveliro," Sean muttered. "I'll never win if
she is, I'll have to sabatoge her cookies!"
He snuck over while Sheba's back was turned and began putting
spices in her bowl. "A little of this...a little of that..."
Twenty minutes later, Sheba's cookies were done, and Sean was
just starting to make the batter for his.
"Ugh..." he muttered. "I was too busy sabatoging her cookies...I
might lose anyway!"
"THESE are the REAL cookies of Laveliro!" Sheba presented a tray
proudly. The citizens of the town came up and began trying them.
"They're a little spicy," one of the women admitted. "But
they're delicious! I've never had a better cookie!"
The rest of the town agreed with her, fanning their mouths.
"Haha!" Sheba smiled, hugging Torch. "The REAL cookies of
Laveliro will win every time!"
********
~*Half an Hour Later*~
"Finally, my cookies are done," Sean put out his tray, but no one
was there to eat them. "Ah...dagnabbit! I lost!"
A cloaked figure seperated itself from the shadows and came over,
tasting one of the cookies.
"Not bad," a woman's voice came from under the hood. "How would
you like to work in a Bakery Shop? We just lost our last cook to our
rivals."
"Sounds tempting," Sean smiled. "You are...?"
"Karst," the woman said. "Come with me."
Okay, you know what you have to do now!
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "REVIEW!"::
Actually, I was going to say take a lot of Tylenol.
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Oh."::
But reviewing is nice, too!