Passionfruit Paradise a vibrant beachside city which is home to some of the most famous chefs in the word. The two convicts pulled up in front of the deserted beach house belonging to Miss Endive. Panini awoke as soon as the snail was put to an utter stop.

"Miss Endive?" Panini was so tired she nearly forgot what was going on.

Somehow the size of the beachhouse didn't surprise Panini, yet still the idea of Endive planning on this might've been more of a surprise if it didn't happen so fast. Miss Endive told Panini to wait in the car until futher advising. Panini was breathless now. Not only did she hate the situation, but she wished she could at least take a nap in the beachhouse on a soft bed were she'd dream of her posthumous prince in tinfoil and apon a white horseraddish. Panini hadn't even the luxory of going to see a chiroshmacker since the cardoor was no excuse for a pillow.

Miss Endive returned to the car holding a small purple box with red embroidery, "Panini," Miss Endive started as she reentered a the car, "When I was twenty I was young, attactive, and stupid..." She fell silent for a moment, "Before I was a chef I had a job working for the FIA the Food Intelegenge Agency and I had only one item for all purposes," She openned the box and pulled out a clear plastic card, "This is a credit card with a blank account it is accepted at any SATM machine and it has an infinate amount of money on it; however, once used the FIA will be able to track me down. So once the money we need is out we'll have 72 hours before it's to late," She started the car slowly then meandered down the road in their snail, "So here's the plan, I'll deposit 100,000,000 dollars and with the money I'll apply for new identification for both of us. Then tommorow morning I will purchase a new snail and a new house. That afternoon I shall dispose of the snail via porkchop-shop. That evening I will change my appearence and you'll do the same. The morning after we'll relax until the 72 hours pass; afterwards we'll look for a school for you and I a job."

"Miss Endive," the small pink bunny pleaded, "I wanna be your apprentice!"

Endive sighed then spoke carefully, "Child... Passionfruit Paradise is not an apprentice-raising environment, besides school is full of other children and when surrounded by other children you'll forget all about your num-nums and find love again!" Panini felt like she could've fainted. No boy would ever replace Chowder in her heart.

The snail slowed in front of a bank on the side of which was a SATM machine which looked as if it hadn't been touched in ages. Miss Endive held her breath and pulled from her pocket a portable wiggy bank. The black cluster of hair was empty and waiting for it's purpose to be put to use. Never in her life had Endive a moment of such cruciality, her fatty heart was pumping harder than the time she almost marryied a hideous food man. She openned the car door with her slippery sweat-soaked hands thinking: if their was even a single second lost dily-dallying the two of then would be dead. The one thing she forgot to metion was her real identity and her AWOL from the FIA which if she was found she'd be killed along with all accomplices.

"Ok Endive you can do this..." She tried to coax herself into inserting the card. The moment of truth.