Marzipan City is a small city that would barely be a blip on most maps, but if there was one thing the small city was known for...it was the food. The place was considered by some to be a melding pot of cultural tastes. and those who prepare it, two rival catering companies, both alike in dignity but far apart in class.
One on side of the city was ' Ms. Endive's Tasteful Foods' run by the strict and by the recipe Miss Endive, not an ounce of creativity but possessing the skills and the connections to provide the city with elegant dishes.
and then there was 'Mung Daal Catering' operated by the aforementioned Mung Daal, who believed the Repice was more a guideline, and that true cuisine was born out of love and experimentation.
In the top floor of the business their slept a purple creature known as a Cabbit, his name was Chowder, he was 8 years old and apprentice to Mung, he slept on his bed, a sheet of wood, with covers, chains suspending the bed off the ceiling as he snored gently.
his dreams were filled with food, snowboarding down a mountain of frosting and landing in a giant Froot Beer Float, the young Cabbit sunk to the bottom of the glass, smiling as he opened his mouth, inhaling the brown liquid as he emptied the glass.
as interesting as the dream was the young boy was awakened when he realized he had to go to bathroom, he looked over to his pet, a sentient fart cloud named Kimchi, he stretched, walking to the bathroom in his pajamas to do his business.
This would often occur when drinks showed up in his dreams, he would wake up and his body would think he had to pee.
His Trip to the bathroom was short, he contemplated taking a shower but decided against it as it was three in the morning and he did not want to wake up his master Mung, or worse, Mung's wife, Truffles.
He decided to head back to bed, a grumble coming over him as he looked under his bed, pulling out a whole rotisserie chicken, on a spit and everything. nothing like a midnight snack to put him back to sleep.
Eventually Morning came as the sunlight filled the bedroom, Chowder got up yawning as he got off his bed scratching his side, he walked to his clothes, to begin his morning routine. after brushing his teeth, showering and getting dressed he applied his purple hat and went down for his daily work, heading to the kitchen.
Shnitzel had just showed up, entering the business as he put his hat and coat on the rack. Mung was looking over the recipe for the dish he would be preparing, making a few alterations.
"Snozzberry jam for glaze are they mental, Gumpton steaks with Kiyachi Glaze now that's a combo" Mung said, seeing Chowder walk down as he greeted his young apprentice, asking how he was doing. The dialogue among them was usual as a buzzer sounded, cutting off their discussion.
"Radda, Radda Radda" Shnitzel called out pointing out the buzzer as Mung walked to it, flicking the switch off, pointing out that he saw it as Truffles flew in the room asking what was with the noise.
"That noise means that Blurpleberries are in season" Mung said, giddy as a schoolboy. Chowder seemed to drop a plate hearing the good news. Mung gathered the three to talk about the fruit.
"Gentlemen, as you know Blurpleberries are only shipped in from abroad, they do not grow domestically on they only grow in season for a month. as such they are exceptionally rare but worth, the aroma alone was enough to give you a 'foodgasm' as the taste was so sweet.
"Radda Radda" Shnitzel asked why Mung was explaining what they already know, Mung turned to the giant rock creature, to which Mung replied it was for exposition as he realized he should not be flapping his gums as they had to get to Gazpacho's quick before the supplies ran out.
"To the Car" Mung declared as a superhero transition put them in the worm car that Mung Usually drove, Shnitzel next to him and Chowder in that backseat, licking the window, his mind drifting on Blurpleberries, he always made such to get them when they came in season.
Without exaggeration Blurpleberries were his favorite fruit, the smell, the taste, texture, the juice dripping from the fruit. Chowder remembered his first one, he must have been about two when his mother gave him his first one. the day his tastebuds were shaken to the core and they day he first experienced the phoneme known as 'Foodgasm' as ever since then he was hooked
What would he do, eat them raw, juice them, put them in a pie. Blurpleberries had many uses, and not just in cooking, the juice could be used to dye fabric, they were used in candles, soaps and other hygiene products, scratch and sniff stickers. the amount of drool that emitted from Chowder could have filled up the car as their vehicle stopped.
Mung opened the door as rush of said drool poured out onto the parking lot. Mung grumbled, brushing his kilt dry, however he could not bring himself to scold chowder as he was just a young boy.
The group did not even wait to walk to the farmer's market, seeing the line to Gazpacho's which the three stood in. Chowder bouncing like an excited child, Mung knew Chowder was always upbeat, but this was a type of excitement he only saw when the certain blue fruit came into season.
Mung was pondering recipes, pies, cakes, smoothies, a limited offer on Blurpleberry dishes would certainly cause a spike in his business and some for his personal use, maybe a romantic evening with Truffles, some said that Blurpleberries were a natural aphrodisiac, remembering his first date with the pixie.
Shnitzel was seemingly the only one of the trio acting normal, not that he did not like the fruit he just did not get overly excited about it as Mung and Chowder. Eventually the Three made their way up the line to the mammoth who greeted them on friendly terms.
"Mung, Chowder, my man. I know what you two want" he said turning around the shelf, freezing in place before he turned around rubbing his neck, explaining he was in quite the predicament.
"It seems I'm sold out" Gazpacho replied as the look of the two was one of shock. Mung looked at few crates on the shelf, huge crates filled with blue berries, about the size of a fist, asking how he could possibly be sold out. they were in plain sight.
"Um, Yeah, those were preordered" Gazpacho, replied scratching his arm, explaining he was sorry, telling everything through a bullhorn that he was out of Blurpleberries as the crowd dispersed muttered.
"What, who ordered that many crates?" Mung Daal asked, freezing up as he felt a presence behind him, turning he confirmed his suspicions. standing behind him was his arch nemesis.
"Endive" Mung called out as she waved her hand, fanning herself, having just shoved up, unlike Mung who had been waiting in the hot sun. the older women snapped her finger as her own apprentice, a pink Cabbit, named Panini approached Endive, holding an electric fan, cooling her master off.
"Damn it woman, there is no way you need that much Blurpleberries, you basically bought half the stock" Mung called out her selfishness as she chuckled, snapping her fingers again as Panini handed Endive the fan before she approached the crates.
"Hi Chowder" the pink Cabbit flirted stacking the crates, shooting a glance at the boy as he dismissed her advance with his trademark phrase.
"I'm Not your Boyfriend" Chowder replied watching Panini waddle with the boxed as she clearly struggled, carrying them off.
"Regardless of what you think Mr. Daal, I paid for the Blurpleberries, they are mine, besides we both know I'm the better chef" Endive replied getting into her usual argument with Mung as Panini wobbled.
"Oh, so you did this just to spite me" Mung retorted as Endive mentioned she did not need to spite Mung, everyone would use her services as she had the Blurpleberries, implying that Mung should have preordered, instead of wasting away in the hot sun, coated in sweat, pointing to their soaked clothes.
Mung would have told her it wasn't sweat but the fact it was Chowder's Drool was more embarrassing.
"Miss Endive, I hate to intrude but these crates are heavy, and it is hot out, can we head back to the car" Panini asked formally, just wanted to put them in the car and sit in the air-conditioned vehicle as her master shot the pink Cabbit an ice-cold glare, freezing the Cabbit to her core.
"Posture Panini, I don't pay you to slack off" Endive replied holding the fan to herself as Panini tried to keep a straight stance, looking at Mung who was fuming mad as Chowder was still, just watching, like he was in shock.
"Well, later" Endive said walking away with Panini who walked behind her, waddling as she carried the heavy crates. Chowder just fell back on the floor; he wasn't getting any Blurpleberries this year. It wasn't fair Endive had bought most of the stock.
Mung looked up to Chowder, helping him, patting his back to comfort the purple Cabbit, offering to treat him to Thrice Cream to take his mind of it. Chowder sniffled.
The Drive to the parlor was quiet as Mung could tell Chowder was looking defeated, both of them were looking forward to this day, to taste the elusive Blurpleberries. Mung did everything he could to cheer up Chowder who did not blame Mung for what happened, while he was obviously upset, he knew Mung was also hurting about this.
This Thrice Cream Cone Chowder held was delicious, Spicy Mint flavor as he ran his tongue along the creamy substance in the cone, it wasn't he flavor he was anticipating but it was enjoyable.
(So, this is my first 'Chowder' fic, i remember the show but haven't seen it in years.
Blurpleberry is from Codename: Kids Next Door, another classic Cartoon Network show, tying in the theory that all the CN shows take place in the same universe.
Blurpleberries are like Apple sized Berries that are blue and super juicy.
This Story is inspired by 'Slawberry Kisses' by 'bluecatcinema' on FF
Also, I wanted to show the difference between how Mung and Endive treat Chowder and Panini, Mung genuinely cares about Chowder while Endive basically uses Panini)