Thanks to YoungNeil and Pikfan for reviewing!
On the underline font thing, yeah I know XD I didn't even know it was on there until I posted it. I'm using a diffrent word processor, so maybe that'll help.

And yeah, I like loooong chapters, but I just wanted to set it up and everything like you said.

The reason it's not just adventure, but humor, is because..well in later chapters you'll know XD

I don't own the adorable chowder or anyone else. At all.

P.S- Sorry about the karaoke part if you didnt like it. Never. Again. x.x

--Chapter Two- Oh, crap.--

The self-proclaimed "momma's boy", Gazpacho, was happily standing infront of the orange catering buisness's large building, wearing a fuschia Barbie backpack.

"Hey, guys! I can't wait!" he declared. Chowder was standing with an angry looking Schnitzel and two large brown suitcases. "Do you know where Panini is, Chowder?" asked Mung Daal in a bored tone. Almost as if on que, two large pink bunny ears emerged from the clutter of street-cars and snails. "Hi, Chowder!" she exclaimed. "Wow, Gazpacho, we have the same backpack!" Schnitzel groaned. I'm surrounded by idiots.

"Well, as much as I'd like to see this plan mess up like your stupid plans always do, honey," Truffles spoke, "I have to go get the car for them." A few minutes after she went to retrieve it, a large brown and dirty Chevy van had drove around the corner into the front yard. The large elephant man, Gazpacho, leaned over a few centimeters from Schnitzel's ear.

"Trade the junk-car for a hot-rod as soon as we can?" he asked. Schnitzel nodded.

The gang all packed into the beat-down vehicle. Schnitzel walked slowly to the driver's seat, only to find that Gazpacho was going to be in the passengers' . "RADDA RADDA RADDA!" He complained. "C'mon Schnitzel! We can talk about how Venai in episode 360 of Star Galactic Tactics totally, like, cheated on Trunam!" Schnitzel groaned and hit his head on the horn. The large rock-monster then started up the car. The engine clanked as if cans were attached to it. They sped off onto a nearby road. "I brought some road music for the trip!" Gazpacho declared. Hannah Montana's 'Nobody's Perfect' began blaring through the radio as he put the CD in. That's right, Hannah Montana. (I guess he's trying to kill them or something.)

Schnitzel groaned yet again.

In the middle, Chowder was nervous. Really nervous. Panini had been staring at him since they got onto the van. "Want some cookies?" she asked, raising up some cookies with pink icing. "AGH!" He screamed. "Wait, cookies? Yeah!" He helped himself to the plate of cookies. "Mmm, what're in these?" "Love," she said sweetly. "Ew! I HATE love!" He spat outwards, and large pieces of icing flew everywhere. "Wow, I'm starved," spoke the young apprentice. "Schnitzel, can we stop somewhere?" he asked. "I haven't ate in, like, an hour." Schnitzel looked at Chowder highly peed off. How can that stupid thing be hungry in one hour? His thoughts were stopped by his own stomache rumbling. "Yeah, Schnitzel," Panini said, clutching her stomach. "I didn't eat today." The large tusked man beside Schnitzel began speaking. "Oh, yeah! Me too! Let's go to Unicorn Corral! They have-" Suddenly they were all discussing where they would eat, all at the same time, for a few minutes until Schnitzel got tired of it. "RADDA RADDA!" He yelled.

The car was quiet immediatly.

He pointed towards the road. No restaurants were in sight except for a karaoke family restaurant. Schnitzel grimaced and open the doors of the van, only to get trampled on by the passengers. He finally was able to stand up and shut the doors. They went inside when a man was announcing news. "The hundreth group to come in here gets free food if they all sing on our LOVELY karaoke stage!" As soon as they went up to him, a sign dinged. "Hundreth customers! All you can eat food-" "WOOT!" Chowder exclaimed. The man stared at him for a few uncomftorable seconds before finally continuing. "...If you all sing karaoke." Schnitzel was about to high-tail it out of there until he realized something.

His wallet was in the van.

Schnitzel sighed. "Radda radda," he muttered, walking towards a table. "Ooh, me first!" giggled Gazpacho. A few horrendous, ear-bleeding moments later, the song was almost over. "I might even BEH A ROCKEHESTATATATAAAAAAAR! YAH!" he screamed, doing a headbang. "Um, that was...nice. Next up, the fat purple kid!" the announcer spoke into the microphone.

He breathed, looking over at the screen. "Oh, wait! This requires a duet, a boy and girl. Oh well, I'll just-" "NOOOO!" screamed Panini. The restaurant stared at her. "I mean, uh, I'll help him!" Chowder stood uncomftorably next to Panini. The screen blinked out a name- 4 MINUTES, it blank on-and-off in a yellow hue. Chowder breathed in, as did Panini.

"And the old dude!" Schnitzel uncomtorably came onto the stage. "I'm out 'uh time and all is for minutes, EH," he rapped. "Wow," Panini whispered to Chowder. "He can't speak english but he can read it!"

Chowder sang. "Come on, Madonna." The crowd was awed- he sounded just like J.T! Panini began, her voice ringing out just like the blonde rockstar named Madonna. "Come on, boy, I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll."

"Now don't waste time, give me desire, tell me how you wanna roll," the chubby purple apprentice sang out.

At the end of the song, a standing ovation was in order. However, instead of standing on the stage like Chowder and Panini did, he ran to the register, ordering four to-go boxes, piling them with food.

In the chevy van, they were all eating happily, remarking kind things like, "Wow, I had the most fun!" and, for Gazpacho, "I felt just like a ROCKSTAR!", except for Schnitzel. Only one thing was going through his mind:

Never. Again.

Chapter two is up and over now! Yay!