Ok, so I'm planning on writing my chapters more longer even though this one was short like the previous chapters. Good news is, I saw The Water Horse, Alvin and the Chipmunks, and National Treasure: Book of Secrets recently in theaters. The Water Horse was ok, but the other two I couldn't resist adding them to my favorite movies, and I'm going to have to write some National Treasure fanfiction one of these days. Anyway, I'm getting my blood drawen so that must be fun, lol. Oh, and hopefully Remy is cooking well, too, after all I'll be doing more updates in the future.

Remy wondered why Linguini would compliment to his family and Colette about Remy's talent, but he would always see everyday in his eyes that it could be either important or not. The new day arose, and as Remy woke up, he thought about why Linguini talk about him in front of his own family, of course he could communicate with Colette, after all, of course she's just as human as he is, but the rats could understand, but they had no way of communicating in return, without series of squeaking. The sun shone in the little chef's eyes, as he saw the morning sun rising above the view of all of the Parisian surroundings in the outdoors. He figured it was just going to be another ordinary day of looking in La Ratatouille, cooking for humans, and of course his family. He was glad that his family didn't need to depend on garbage anymore, which was the many of all things he mostly despised.

"Another day…it looks like another day of cooking I guess," Remy said to himself.

He turned towards the human bed, and noticed that Linguini and Colette were still asleep, snuggling in each other's arms. If only that was me, thought Remy, jealously. He then climbed out of bed, and scurried down the wall, trying to slide, but not fall, and hurried for the refrigerator. Perhaps some breakfast would do for me and my friends, he figured. He lifted the edge of the fridge, and opened it, eventually then taking the longest time as he knew, gathering out the eggs, the milk (which he tried not to spill), the sausage, and the rosemary to add some flavor. About twenty minutes later, the delicious smell of food from the kitchen woke Linguini up. It's the little chef again, he figured. He got up and slowly walked over, finding Remy stirring the meal that was being prepared on the pan. On the counter nearby the pan, were two large sized plates and a small plate for himself that Linguini purchased him awhile ago.

"Morning, little chef," said Linguini. "Looks like a good breakfast you're making there." He then noticed the three plates.

Remy lifted up the egg, and put one side of it on Linguini's plate, then on Colette's, and then giving himself miniature amounts of the last remains. He then looked up, and found Colette yawning while walking behind Linguini.

"Oh…" she yawned. 'What's that smell?"

Linguini turned around, and said, "Oh…haha…that's the breakfast our little chef made us."

"Oh," she said, looking at Remy, "good morning, little chef. You must have been quite busy this morning." Remy nodded in reply.

"Well," she said, taking her plate, "you should probably stop cooking for us, not to be rude, friend, but you should consider letting yourself rest more."

"But when will be a good time for him to rest?" Linguini asked. "I mean, we ought to find a good time, sometime after time?"

Colette huffed, and shook her head. Even though she and Alfredo had a good relationship, she still couldn't stand his stupidity, as she would always put it as. Sometimes she would be confused of what even her boyfriend was saying; she didn't even know when they were going to get married.

"So, little chef," Colette said to Remy, trying to ignore her thoughts on her boyfriend, "are you looking forward to today? It's going to be awfully busy if you ask me." Turning to Linguini, she then said, "And for your information, you help the little chef out a lot more? I mean how often does he rest? Whenever he sees his family, and he's constantly busy as a bee and he's no more, but a rat."

"You do have a good point," says Linguini, chuckling.

"And though he has a family, we don't know his true name? I mean, is he always called 'little chef' or is he called something else by his family, I mean, what Scott? George? What is his name?"

"Look, perhaps if we ask him but then again he wouldn't say anything for rats doesn't talk."

"But what if he knows something we don't? What if he knows his name? What if rats can talk, but can't communicate with us people? Don't you ever think of that?"

"If only he could…"

"Agh! You don't know what you're thinking!" Colette yelled. "That rat is a living organism; so that means a living organism can have its own communication, but you never consider even thinking about how he cooks. Rats have knowledge, and so do all animals, we just don't believe. I, however, believe that your chef has known something none of us did, and that's how we built La Ratatouille!"

"I'm sorry, dear, but yes, he is a rat of course, and we must respect their boundaries and their behaviors," agreed Alfredo.

Remy just shook his head, and lifted his small doll-sized fork to take a bite out of his egg. Linguini and Colette just looked at each other, and shrugged, then turning to their breakfast. Remy soundly while silently ate when he noticed his friends taking their plates to the table, then suddenly, Linguini takes Remy and his plate and puts them on the table next to Linguini's plate, in the place, where he sat between Remy and Colette. Although Remy always had to sit on the table to enjoy his satisfying meal, he didn't mind, but he never thought of what it would be like sitting in a chair, perhaps being someone more human? Oh well, Remy thought, as he started eating.

Colette then started talking again. "So, Linguini, so we suppose that we get a food critic, who would it, is?"

"Ah…I don't…" mumbled Linguini.

"You don't know…umm…maybe if it was you," suggested Colette.

"Why?"

"I want you to do it for the little chef. I imagine you really hadn't eaten much of what that rat has cooked, now hadn't you?"

Here it goes again, Remy thought.