Star's Interdimensional Guide
Log #2: Star's Guide to Cooking!
Initiating recording sequence.
Location: Interior, Butterfly Castle's Culinary Preparation Station.
Log Date: 70931.8
(Cut to Star with various cooking supplies and a Mewnian chef's hat...so, a regular chef's hat.)
Star: Welcome back everyone to Star's Interdimensional Guidebook to the Galaxy and Weird...Stuff...and Things!
(Extravagently poses and smiles.)
Probably should've wrote down that title...ANYwho, today we're going to begin a time-honored tradition known throughout Mewni...making luncheeeeees!
(Fanfare.)
(Cut to studio audience behind camera, which is one single laser puppy, Barco Diaz, and back to Star.)
Now people at home, you might be asking yourself (makes goofy face) "Well, I make lunches everyday and they're not so time-honored". WELL, that's because you've never given it...Mew-nay spiiiice (jazz hands)! Magic's are game and making dishes is our name...(whispers to self) think that's how the saying goes, right? And to help me: my wovely wittwe assistant: Marco Diaz!
(Fanfare.)
(Cut to Marco coming out of a door wearing a purple dinosaur/monster outfit, silently seething and exasperated.)
Marco: I look. Ridiculous.
S: Oh, you look fine! Besides, haven't you ever heard of setting a mood before?
M: I guess...?
(Cut back to central camera shot as Marco enters into frame.)
Don't really see why the costume is needed, though.
S: Oh, you'll find out shortly. So, as is tradition, we begin preparation of our main course, the Dragofluos Surprise with, what else? Our very own Dragofluos Dragon!
(Marco awkwardly waves.)
GASP! But what's this? It appears to be on the loose and attacking the citizens!
M: ...Huh?
S: Don't worry Mewnians, I'll save you! (Gets ready to pounce.)
M: Nonono, Star, that wasn't the pla-
S: RAUGH!
(Slams Marco under the desk and a cartoonish scuffle of smoke and punches/magic happening underneath.)
(Scuffle ends and Star pops up a little worse for wear, whilst Marco's laying on the ground.)
(Out of breath) Yeah, little know fact about Dragofluos Dragons. Very territorial, very feisty.
(Composes herself.)
BUT, that's where the fighting and tactical manuevers come in! Tenderizing the meat whilst it's down is usually highly recommended of the preparation steps! Keeps it fresh! (Kicks an unconscious Marco.)
And now (reaches below to a compartment in the suit, hidden away from the rest of the audience), we...(RIIIIIP!) teeeear out the sack and mix it in with our premade batter! (Plops it in and picks up the bowl to mix it with wand). And always remember to stir thoroughly to get the meats and nutrients nice and-(as she stirs with the wand, she accidentally casts a mgic spell into the batter)...eh, probably nothing.
(Fuzz on camera and cut to shot of her at the oven.)
And oncw you're done, you open up and get ready to have yourself a good ol' round of Dragofluos Surprise! Bon appetite!
(Zooms in on Star's head region as she's about to slurp it, when suddenly the Surprise grows eyes and a mouth.)
Dragofluos Surprise: ...Ma...ma?
(Star immediately has a shocked look on her face as it says this, and the camera zips back out to the original view, as Star immediately drops it and runs offscreen. Marco eventually regains consciousness and walks over.)
M: Star...? Star, you okay? ...Can I get out of this suit now?
(Looks down.)
What the...?
(Picks it up.)
...Meh.
(Marco walks over to the garbage as the camera follows, but just as he's about to throw it out, the Suprise talks again.)
D: Daddy? Daddy!
(It immediately jumps out of the bowl and onto Marco's costume's neck.)
M: (Sigh) STAAAAAAR!
(Fuzz and cut back to interior of Star's room with Star on her bed reading and Marco by the camera.)
Okay, so...after Star somehow created life from that thing while she was cooking, we decided that the best thing to do was set it off free into the wild where it could roam free and live its life in the forest...and hopefully not get eaten.
S: But you gotta admit (cut to Star), it could've went a whole lot worse than it did. At least it was processed monster meat this time! Like we'd still use unranged wild Dragons.
(Cut back to Marco.)
M: (Whispers silently to himself.) ...And here I wonder why they switched to an all-corn diet.
(Entire room shakes.)
...Did you feel that?
S: Yeah why?
(Shake. SHAKE. SHAKE.)
(Cut to a shot of them outlooking the window, then to a shot of the forest region, where 10s of sentient surprises have gathered an army of dragons, and have pulled out trumpets and have tiny little trinkets and makeup war, all whilst speaking incoherent gibberish to the dragons.)
S: I, um...may have made more attempts after you left, and disposed of them myself after they...all...failed. Hehe. (Cut to side view of them at window.)
M: Welp...no time like the present, I guess...dragon war?
S: Drrrragon war.
(Looks at camera and waves goodbye.)
See ya next week, everyone!
S&M: CHAAAAAARGE!
(They charge and immediately break the camera in the process and falls to the ground.)
Transmission interrupted.
(End logos and fade to black.)