first off: Chelsea and C-Chan: thanks for the reviews! and Chelsea, I forgot to mention last time that the dominos thing was based on a real life experience I had! hehehe.

I like writing this story. it's fun to be random! anyway, here's chapter 3. and now, the adventure continues!
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Chapter 3: Fire Extinguishing Frenzy

"Both are good questions, but no offense Portman, I'm a little more concerned with Dwayne's right now," Goldberg said.

"What!? You mean you don't want to know what the school meatloaf is made out of?"

"Not especially, no."

"Fine, but we'll see just how concerned you are when the school decides to serve meatloaf made from random parts of random animals," Portman said, with a 'you're-going-to-regret-this' look.

"Ugh, gross," Luis said.

"I agree, shut-up Portman," Guy said.

"Fine, be that way. You'll all come crawling back later, and I just won't accept your apology for being horribly wrong about meatloaf."

"We're willing to risk it," Russ grinned.

"So, back to what we're eating for dinner. What are we eating for dinner?" asked Adam.

"Pizza!"

"Portman, cut it out!" Kenny yelled.

"I could crush you with my thumb, Little Man, be quiet," Portman threatened.
"Yes sir," Kenny immediately shut-up.

"What other kinds of take out are there?" Charlie asked.

"Well, we could go to McDonald's," Julie suggested.

"I thought you and Connie don't want to get fat?" Fulton asked.

"We don't, but we're hungry," Connie said.

"That sounds good," said Portman.

Luis looked at Portman and said, "Dude, you're worried about what's in the school meatloaf, but you're not afraid to eat those chicken McNuggets? You need to sort out your priorities."

"What's in the McNuggets?" Portman asked.

"Who knows?" said Adam.

"Exactly my point," Luis said.

After a minute of thinking about what may or may not be in McDonald's chicken McNuggets, the group decided McDonald's was not the right way to go.

"So McDonald's is out. What else?" Charlie asked.

"Ya know, we could try to cook," Averman suggested.

"Charlie said no fire for you, and this is a gas stove," Goldberg pointed out.

"Fine, YOU guys could try to cook, I'll do something not involving fire…like setting the table or cutting up vegetables."

"That means we trust you with a sharp knife. And I don't. Think again, my friend," Charlie said.

"Cooking's probably not a good idea anyway," Adam pointed out. "Remember what happened last time?"

"Quiet, Cake-Eater, I've tried to repress those memories," Russ said quickly, turning away in disgust.

"That was a terrible night," Julie said. "Way too many people trying to throw up in two bathrooms."

"That was really bad food poisoning," Guy said, "I couldn't eat chicken for weeks."

"Eat it? It took me a few weeks before I could look at it," groaned Luis.

"Well, we don't have to make chicken, we could make a big salad or something," Averman put in helpfully.

"Maybe," said Charlie. "We have vegetables in the refrigerator."

"But we have to put garlic in it," Averman said.

"Why?" asked Connie.

"Because garlic wards off vampires."
"Not the vampires again…"groaned Charlie.

"Yes! Vampires!" Averman yelled at Charlie.

"Averman, they're not real!" Charlie yelled back.

"They're real! Very real! Are you crazy?" Averman lowered his voice dramatically to ask Charlie this.

"Are you?" Charlie asked. "I think you might be."

"Shut your pie hole, Captain Non-Believer. Just cause you don't think they're there doesn't mean they're not," Averman said.

"Fine, Averman. There are vampires everywhere. They're all over. They can be warded off with garlic and crosses, destroyed by stabbing them with wood stakes, and destroyed if you drag their coffins into sunlight. Now back to what we're eating for dinner," Charlie said, in a sarcastic but defeated voice.

"Wow, Charlie, you sure know a lot about vampires," Averman said in an admiring tone.

"So, dinner," Charlie said ignoring Averman, "How does salad sound to you all?"

"Salad? That's it?" whined Guy.

"If you've got a better idea, spit it out, Germaine," said Adam, "Cause I'm hungry."

"Let's at least make bread too," Guy said.

"We have those frozen Pillsbury dinner rolls, how about those?" asked Charlie looking in the freezer.

"Those are good! I love those!" Connie said excitedly.

"I like them too," said Russ and Luis together, then they grinned like idiots.

"We could cook macaroni," Julie suggested.

"Good idea! That'll be really good!" said Goldberg.

So Charlie gave everyone something to do, and the group went along making their frozen Pillsbury dinner rolls and macaroni and cutting up vegetables.

"So Charlie," Averman said, putting the dinner rolls on a tray and sticking them in the oven he preheated, "What else do you know about vampires?"

"They suck blood."
"And?"

"They can't be exposed to sunlight," Charlie sounded slightly irritated now.

"And?"

"They're not living and they're not dead," Charlie sounded annoyed now.
"And?"
"They can be killed by silver bullets."

"That's werewolves."
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO CARES, AVERMAN?"

"Fine, but when you're faced with a real vampire, don't say I didn't warn you," Averman said in his 'I'm-Superior' voice.

Charlie rolled his eyes and took a deep breath…and smelled something burning. He glanced at the oven.

"OH SHIT!"

Black smoke was coming out of the oven, and the dinner rolls were on obviously fire!

"FIRE! EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT!" Charlie bellowed at his friends. There was a mad dash to the door with Portman leading the way.

"Oooh, it's beautiful," Averman said, walking as if possessed, towards the oven.

"OUT AVERMAN!" Charlie hollered. Fulton grabbed Averman and threw him out of the kitchen, toward the front door.

While Charlie wrestled with a fire extinguisher from in the closet, the others waited anxiously on the front lawn.

Finally, after about 10 minutes, Charlie came out covered in white stuff and said, "Fire's out now."

"How'd the dinner rolls catch fire?" Guy asked.

"Well, it wasn't a magnifying glass," Charlie glared at Averman, his voice angry. "Instead of being set to 350 degrees, the oven was set to 3,500 degrees. I wonder how that happened?"

"Ooops, sorry Charlie," Averman grinned.

They went back into the kitchen to find everything covered in fire extinguisher white crap…including the salad they had finished. The macaroni pot was covered, but the macaroni had been in the boiling water so wrong it was all congealed and gross.

"What the hell did you do, Charlie?" Fulton asked. "You were supposed to spray the fire, not the whole kitchen."

"The fire extinguisher blasted me off my feet, and everything got covered. Then when I tried to stand up, I lost control of the hose thing, it went friggen psycho, and it covered everything in this white junk."

"Way to go, Charlie, now we've got nothing to eat," said Kenny.

"Well, I could have used some help! That thing was huge and everybody raced out the front door, except for Averman, who had to be thrown out. I could have used some help from somebody big and manly," he glared at Portman, then at Connie and Julie, "To hold the fire extinguisher while I aimed the hose thing!"

"What are you implying?" Connie asked, but Julie just shook her head.

"Sorry, Charlie. Unlike Averman, touching flames isn't on my things I want to do before I die list," said Portman.

The Ducks again began to clean up the kitchen. When they finished, everything was clean and fire free.

"I'm still hungry," said Russ.

"Join the club," said Luis.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Dwayne.

"I don't know," said Adam.

After a few minutes of silence, Goldberg finally asked, "Anybody got any ideas?"

Portman opened his mouth.

"That is NOT pizza?" Goldberg added.

Everyone shook their heads. Hungry and a little tired, the Ducks weren't sure what they were going to do.

Damn, dinner could be a tricky thing.