AN: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing. Characters OOC. This is another Side Story to the actual plotline. Doc bakes a pie. Enjoy.
Major Montana Max, the leader of the Millennium Nazis, grumbled to himself as he picked up his last piece of pie. He didn't like running out of pie.
"DOC!" he screamed aloud. "DOOOOOOOOOOOC!"
Doc came running into the room, huffing for breath. He was wearing his trademark blood-splattered lab coat with (…shudder…) bare midriff (…that's just wrong…) and magnifying glasses.
"Ja, Mein Herr?" he gasped for breath, struggling to stand upright.
"Doc! I am running out of pie! Zis must be corrected! Go to ze kitchens and bring me more!"
"But Mein Herr!" he said, nervously. "It is nearly midnight! Ze cook is vast asleep! Zer ist no von to cook!"
"Zen you vill go to ze kitchens und cook it für mich!" said the Major. "Go to it, Doc!"
Doc looked worried, but obeyed. "Yes, Mein Herr."
Alone in the dimly lit kitchens, Doc peered into the cupboards. He pulled out an old file folder with the words "recipes" on it. Looking down, he trailed the papers until he found the "Pie" heading. Pulling out the recipes, he decided to make the easiest looking one.
Which was still going to be fairly complicated.
"Vell, it's just chemistry, right? I mean, I'm a scientist! I'm supposed to be gut at putting zings togezer, right?" Still trying to convince himself, he held the recipe up to the light.
"Ok, I know vat all zees zings are, now just vere are zey?" he asked himself. Putting down the paper, he walked over to the fridge. Opening the door, he was greeted with a cheerful yellow light and a plethora of weird-looking dishes with odd labels. Puzzled, he took out some and looked inside. The ingredients looked fairly normal: sugar, flour, blueberries, etc. So he pulled them out and sat them on the counter. Peering at the recipe, he got out a large bowl and some pans, and proceeded to dump the ingredients into the big bowl.
Shooing away some loose crumbs, he didn't notice the little black bottle which was knocked over and poured into the mix as well.
After a few more unceremonious plops, he finally had everything in bowls. Digging through another drawer, he came across the electric blender.
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Yup.
That's not a good thing.
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Grinning wickedly (which he does so well), he plugged it into the wall outlet, shoved it into the mixture, and flipped it onto the highest setting.
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O.O Run…
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There was a large explosion of flour, sugar, and various other ingredients. Yet Doc carried on mixing wildly, unconcerned at the fact that by now half the intended ingredients were either a) on the floor, b) on the walls or c) on him. He hummed a little tune as he whipped the mixture into a liquid goo.
Finally satisfied that it was ready, he lined the pan with the crust dough and dumped in the fruit part. Placing a top on the pie, he shoved it into the oven.
Standing up, he glanced towards the back of the stove to see where the dials were. There were half a dozen little knobs poking out at him.
Frowning, he turned the first one.
"OOOOOOOW!"
It had turned on the element directly under his hand. He switched it off quickly. Moving over to the next one, he turned that too.
This one turned on the oven. He could tell because the grille in the oven began to turn slightly red. He checked the recipe, set the temperature at the proper degrees, and left a timer going.
Wandering into the other areas of the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator again. In the freezer were several types of ice cream.
Ice cream! He loved ice cream! Taking out one of the vanilla tubs, he saw on the lid: Dieses Eis behaltet Montana Max. Es ist verboten zu anderere!
This merited a look in both directions before Doc ripped off the lid and sank a large spoon into the fresh ice cream.
Yum!
The pie was ready.
Taking it out of the oven, Doc felt rather pleased with himself. He'd actually made a pie! He'd baked something!
Parading his wonderful (and quite warm) creation up the stairs, he presented the entire thing to the Major.
The aforementioned, rather rotund man looked warily at the pie.
"Und you say you made it yourself?"
"Ja!" Doc lifted himself proudly. The major raised an eyebrow.
"You can go now."
"Danke schö n, Mein Herr!" Doc said happily as he left.
The Major dug suspiciously into the pie. He held up a large piece. It looked all right. He took a bite.
"ARRRRRRRGGGGGG!"
Doc hadn't noticed the little black bottle of hot chilli pepper sauce.
"DOOOOOOOOOOC!"
In case anyone is wondering, the label on the ice cream tub says: "This ice cream belongs to Montana Max. Others are forbidden (to eat it)!"
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