In the studio where the ever so popular (or at least that's what the author says) show "Cooking with Cluny" is filmed, the stage was empty. The stage was dark and the rows of seats were completely empty of their usual inhabitants.

Nope, instead of causing mass chaos in the studio, that chaos was transferred to the lobby as the warriors, villains, grey characters, maids, and Veil-

"Hey!" Veil whined.

Ahem- were all lined up in front of the weasel maids desk, two of the managers most trusted creations sitting behind it.

Slagar walked up to the desk and sat down in the little plastic chair that was set up for the beasts auditioning for the role of the new "Show Host", since the last three are either horribly injured or just plain insane. Skipper Bardwin cracked his knuckles and smiled at the fox.

"Well now, tell us about yer self." The fox nodded and cleared his throat.

"Well... I'm good with kids, I have a friendly personality, a good sense of humor, and I can cook a pretty mean egg!" The fox smiled cheerily at the otter, who in turn asked him: "Can you cook anything else?"

The fox's eyes widened and he started to look around nervously.

"Well, uh, er..." The fox looked at the otter with an embarrassed look. "no."

The otter sighed and turned to his companion, Rinner, and whispered to him. The weasel nodded to the otter and turned to Slagar.

"Thank you for participating. We will contact you if you get the job. Please take a lolly pop on your way out." The weasel motioned towards a squirrel swaying and stumbling around with a jar of lolly pops in his paws, singing out loud to himself.

"OOOOHH! I'M THE SON OF A ROARIN' SHREW AND THE LOG BOAT IS THE HOME I CHOOSE!" The squirrel paused to giggle childishly and continued. "OH PULL ME BULLIES PULL! OH PULL ME BULLIES PULL!" The fox walked up to the squirrel and went to grab one put the squirrel yanked the jar out of his reach, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Yanking Slagar over to his side he started to sing to the fox, loudly.

"OH I WAS BORN ON STORMY NIGHT-" Slagars fist connected with the squirrels jaw, knocking the drunk unconsious. Picking up the jar the fox selected a watermelon flavor lolly pop and popped it into his mouth, muttering to himself: "Hmm, watermelon..." and walked out of the lobby.

The weasel sighed to himself,

"They don't pay me enough for this job..."

"Next!" The otter called out.

The next beast to come up to them was a scrawny little fellow, a fox, with bright silver fur and god knows how many throwing knives strapped to his chest. The fox sat down and smiled a cocky smile at the weasel, who in turn muttered to himself, probably some more bad language. The otter elbowed the weasel and silently scolded him, addressing their next contestant.

"Well now, we haven't seen you here before. And you really don't look like-"

"Oh I snuck in." The fox said, cutting the otter off.

"Oh. Well whats yer name, and what can you do?" The fox sighed, obviously annoyed. The otter cocked his head, confused.

"Listen big fella, I'm not here for a job, I'm a critic. I review and rate things." The otter and weasel exchanged a confused clance at each other, not really knowing what a "critic" is. The fox sighed to himself again. "Oh my god I'm surrounded by a bunch of-" Before the fox could finish his sentence, the doors were kicked inward and everybody's favorite show host leaped in to the lobby, rage plastered on his cute, ferrety face.

"Oh no you don't! Theres no way I'm letting you host this show!" The sable ferret walked over to the silver fox, who in turn (I just keep using "who in turn" a lot, don't I?) smiled cheekily at the ferret.

"Oh come on now, don't look at me that way..." The fox said in a coaxing, smooth voice. This coaxing and smooth voice quickly and suddenly disappeared and was replaced with an evil, demonic one. "I SAID DON'T F(bleep)ING LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!" Snatching two of his throwing knives he tossed them at the sable ferret, who leaped to the side, the two knives embedding themselves in the wall just above Veil's head. The white ferret looked at the knives and fainted, slumping on top of Bryony, who in turn started crying happily.

"He does love me!" And started to stroke the ferrets head.

The fox roared with laughter as he started to toss his throwing knives so fast that you could basically call him a livng machine gun, the sable ferret screaming like a girl as he ran from side to side, the knives stabbing into the wall behind him. The heros and villians were both cowering like little kids under tables and behind chairs, crying for their mommies.

The ferret had a coffe table held in front of him as a sheild as the fox flung his knives at him. Knife after knife thunked into the table making a constant wunkwunkwunkwunkwunkwunk- then the noise stopped. The ferret peered out from behind his wooden sheild and saw that the fox was completely out of knives!

Seizing the moment the ferret tossed away his knife feathered coffee table and ran at the fox full speed, tackling the fox to the ground he scrabbled for something to stab with blindly on the floor. His paws finally grabbed something and he stabbed downward with a banana. But the fox grabbed his paw and stopped the fruit, which was inches away from his face. Now it was a power struggle as the ferret tried to shove the banana in the foxes mouth, the fox trying to shove it back into the ferrets. They grunted and growled, wrestling on the floor with the banana, until the fox bit down on the banana and punched the ferret off of him.

The fox leaped to his feet as the ferret lunged at his throat, but he ducked down, the ferret flying over him, and delivered a kick in a place no beast should be kicked.

Thats when the horse literally exploded through the wall, running past the two ferrets and foxes and up to the desk, sitting down in the little plastic chair.

"I'm not to late, am I?" She pleaded, hope twinkling in her eye as she smiled, clicking her hoofs together. The fox stared at the horse for a while, the ferret too busy crattling his privates in pain to notice her, and Skipper Bardwin and Rinner slowly poked their heads from behind the desk.

"N-n-nope. Not at all." Skipper Bardwin said shakily, his weasel companion to scared to really say anything.

"Oh good! Cuz I would like to apply for a job as the new reporter!" The horse happily explained, swishing her mane back and fixing it so it looked better.

Both mustelids looked at the horse for a while, confused. The horse looked at them with a worried expression on her face, looking around she gasped.

"Oh! Cooking With Cluny! This isn't News with Noonvale! Pfft! Silly me!" The horse then ran out of the studio to the building just across the street.

Well I'll tell you this chapter was by far the most entertaining one to type!

And I also had my first two guest stars! Ya!

The silver, knife throwing fox was Fong Wong 14, While the over happy and excited horse was FresianRoses!

Sorry if I didn't include you, FresianRoses, too much in the story, I will add you in other chapters!

Well, please read and review!