The Swedish Chef was almost always the first one up in the boardinghouse. When he first moved in it had been to an upstairs room like everyone else. He was clumsy, though, so after a week Kermit had a cot set up for him in the pantry instead. He was much happier here (and everyone else seemed happier, too).

This morning he had decided to make blintzes with fruit toppings. The thin pancakes themselves were simple enough, so he started there.

Once he had all of the ingredients on the counter, he set to work. By the time the Swedish Chef began hearing other people moving around he was vigorously mixing batter. Flour sifted through the air around him and twice he had to wipe egg drippings out of his eyes, but he was confident the blintzes would be perfect.

The batter finished, he returned to the pantry for fruit to serve with the blintzes. The berries had been used up in a food fight the night before (they were a favorite ammunition among some of the smaller Muppets, although that may have been because you could eat them out of the air if you were fast enough or had a big enough mouth), but plenty of lovely fruit remained!

He reached for an apple, but the ruby red fruit screamed for him to stop.

"Use the limes instead!" the apples urged him. "We're much too sour and sharp! We'd ruin your breakfast!"

Nodding at the wisdom of this, the Swedish Chef took the limes instead. Then he looked over at the rest of the fruit. He decided that he should try some of the fruits he hadn't used in a while.

Singing in Swedish (sort of), the Chef filled a bowl with whatever struck his fancy and didn't argue. The bananas were crabby, so he left them alone, but the kiwis, rambutans, physalis, tomatoes, and cucumbers were all collected. The physalis in particular seemed thrilled to be included.

Muppets trailed in and out of the kitchen grabbing plates of blintzes and fruit. The Swedish Chef simply continued to cook as the noise grew around him.

"Ew, this is sour!"

"I know, isn't it great?"

"Mine is furry. Is that normal?"

"Cool! Tomatoes for breakfast!"

"Those aren't the ones they threw at me last night, are they?"

"Man, I can't eat breakfast that sings!"

"Why is the canon set up in the back yard?"

"Bock! Bock bock bock!"

CRASH!

Ah, it made the Swedish Chef happy to feed people!