Chowder's Past
A/N: Yay! Another chapter in 9 months! Sorry for the huge wait for everyone who read and reviewed this story. Well, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 for something.
Panini: Come on, Chowder! It's been nine months since you've forgot your past.
Chowder: Concentration takes time, Panini.
Panini: Please let the be a miracle to make concentration faster.
Moments later, a large, wooden spoon landed on Chowder's head.
Mung: Whoops! Sorry, Chowder.
Panini: Num-nums! Are you okay?
Chowder: Yes! I've remember what happens next now. Thanks, Mung!
Mung: ...You're welcome?
Panini: Cool! So what happened next?
Chowder: How can I forget about our arrival to Marzipan City? So before we went to Marzipan City, we had a little trouble at the airport...
Chapter 2: Trouble at the Food Court
"Terrible news for the people heading for Marzipan City. The Chicken Wing Express had to make a crash landing. So there will be a three hour delay," One of the workers announced as we were just finished with the bag checking...thing.
"Oh this is just great! We already have to spend two hours in that check up. Now we have to wait three more hours?!" Dad yelled.
"What's so great about that?" I asked.
"It's a figure of speech, Chowder," Dad sighed.
"Now what are we going to do for the time being?" Mom asked.
Then my parents heard my stomach growling...and so did everyone from a 30 foot radius.
"I'm hungry!" I yelled.
"You know what, Chowder, your stomach had an idea. Let's go into one of those food courts over there," Dad agreed.
"But which one are we going to?" Mom asked.
"Well, there's a bunch of choices...there is the Cheese Factory, Cotton Candy Mountain, Pie Supply, McDonalds...here's something we've never seen before; Ms Endive's Kitchen Emporium," Dad noticed.
I never seen a restaurant that shiny before. It also had a pretty huge menu...
Mung: Chowder!! Say it isn't so, Chowder! Don't say that you like Endive's excuse for cooking!
Schnitzel: Radda Radda Radda?
Panini: I don't know how she had her store in the airport, Schnitzel. She never tells me too much.
Chowder: Hold on everyone, I'm getting to the best part! Right after we ordered something from the menu...
"Alright, everyone, dig up...not literally, Chowder," Mom said, noticing I had a shovel with me.
One I took a bite on that food, I've spit it back out in no time.
"Chowder, what's wrong? You never spit out food," Mom asked in shock.
"There's no taste in this food!" I complained.
"My, my, what an observing tongue you got there. It taste alright to me," Dad said.
"Come on, Chowder. Finish up your food," Mom ordered.
So I took another bite of that icky food, and the next thing you know, I raced to the bathroom.
"Go and see what's with Chowder," Mom...probably told Dad.
So my dad went into the bathroom as well.
"Chowder! Are you throwing up?" Dad asked.
"(Cough)...What am I eating?" I asked.
"Gene Bean Trout. Why you ask?" Dad asked.
"Because I don't remember a deformed part on my body!!" I yelled, showing him my deformity.
"Oh my gosh! You have a tail!" My dad yelled.
"I always had a tail...but not a fish mouth!" I yelled.
"Oh no, this is not good at all...we'll ask your mom," Dad said.
(Moments later)
"Honey! Since when did he have that tail?" Mom asked in shock.
"Not the tail, the fish mouth!" Dad pointed out.
After that, Mom shrieked in terror.
And after that, we went up to the assistant manager in anger.
"Can I help you three again?" he asked.
"You certainly can help us! You better find a way to fix my baby's mouth, or I'll sue you big time!" Mom yelled in extreme anger.
"Let me guess, he ordered the Gene Bean Trout. Sorry, I can't help you there," he said.
"What do you mean, you can't help us!?" We all yelled.
"It was suppose to do that for Ms. Endive's Meal of the Month," he answered as he pointed to a kids table where all the kids had fish body parts.
"Huh?" We all asked.
"Wait, are you guys going to Marzipan City? No wonder you don't know this stuff. You'll see a commercial in the plane ride," he noted.
"We're very sorry for this inconvenience," Dad said as we left.
"I'm sorry I have this job...don't worry. That'll be gone in another minute," he said.
"Oh boy, that was truly embarrassing," Dad sighed.
"It still tasted awful!" I whined.
Moments later, the bell rang.
"Attention, passengers of the Chicken Wing Express. Your airplane has just arrived. I repeat, your flight has arrived. It'll depart in five minutes...and to the idiot who owns a '97 fruit truck, you parked it in the runway. Please place it in the parking lot," the Flight Attendant Lady from the plane announced.
"But I need to get to Marzipan City before it's too late!" What probably was the owner...who also had a familiar voice, yelled.
"That's not my prerogative, sir," she responded.
"Well, I guess that our flight. Come on, Chowder," Mom said as we went to the airplane.
Chowder: The airplane also has a rememerable part...if only I could remember it.
Panini: Please don't take another 9 months to remember it.
Chowder: Who knows.
Schnitzel: Radda, Radda?
Mung: Yeah, Chowder. Who was that familiar voice?
Chowder: It's very tough remembering tw thing at once guys. Maybe after a good night sleep...
Panini: I'm gonna sleepover here incase you remember overnight.
Truffles: Don't you have a home to go to?
(Please R/R, and Ch. 3 will come sooner.)