(A/N: This was around where the story originally stopped when I found it. Somewhere in the middle of the chapter I had just stopped writing and forgotten about it. But you know how plot bunnies are. They get in your head and multiple, then jump around until you can't focus on anything else. So I'm now continuing this story from where I left off all those years ago.)

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Chapter 17: Top Chef Showdown

Don Cook chuckled, feeling confident in his Foodon's abilities. "Cannibal Feast, destroy him!"

Cannibal Feast fired a beam of energy at Palator. The Foodon of Goodness lifted up his shield, blocking the attack.

"Hey, what?" Don Cook cried. "How could he…"

Chase chuckled. "You better not underestimate us, Don Cook."

The Glutton leader growled. "It's not underestimating if I'm superior. Take this!"

He flew at Palator, throwing a punch. Palator easily dodged it. Cannibal Feast growled and continued attacking.

"Hold still!" Don Cook shouted.

"What's wrong?" Chase taunted. "I thought you were superior to me. You should be able to take us down, no problem."

Down below, the Rebel Chefs and the Gluttons watched the battle play out.

"You think Chase can beat him?" Pie Tin asked.

"He stands a good chance." Albert replied. "The problem is if Chase is capable of winning. Palator is clearly the stronger of the two, but Chase is in control of his movements, just as Don Cook is in control of Cannibal Feast's. If Don Cook is a better fighter, then Palator's extra power won't make much of a difference."

"Don't worry," said the always optimistic Dia, "Palator can't lose. He's our knight in shining armor, literally."

The others just sighed.

Palator held up his shield to block one of Cannibal Feast's punches. The taboo Foodon's fist slammed into the shield, and he cried out in pain, nursing his hand.

"Suck it up!" Don Cook scolded, unable to feel his Foodon's pain. "I created you to be the most evil of all Foodons. Now stop your whining and take him out."

Electricity began flowing through Cannibal Feast's antlers. He fired at his opponent and Palator went down.

"Palator, are you ok?" Chase asked worriedly.

"I am fine, Chase." The Foodon replied. "Do not worry about me."

"You better worry!" Don Cook cried as Cannibal Feast came down from the sky to land on Palator.

Chase screamed. "Palator, move!"

"You control me, Chase."

"I forgot."

He rolled away just before Cannibal Feast slammed down where Palator had been laying.

"Now it's out turn!" Chase cried.

His foot collided with Cannibal Feast, sending him flying backwards. The taboo Foodon turned his fall into a series back-flips until he kicked off the wall and flew at Palator. The two collided together in an aggressive wrestling match.

"I won't let you beat me, Chase." Don Cook snapped, as he had Cannibal Feast pin him down. "For the future of the Glutton Empire, I will defeat you."

"Well sorry, Don Cook, but we can't let you win."

He lunged forward, Palator's head slamming into Cannibal Feast's face. Cannibal Feast stumbled back as Palator jumped to his feet, stabbing forward with his lance. Cannibal Feast caught it, holding him back.

"Time to go for a ride." Said Don Cook. He lifted Palator up by his lance and spun him around. "Around, and around, and away you go!"

He released the knight-like Foodon and Palator went flying. He easily halted his movements and remained hovering in the air.

"Did you forget I could fly?" Chase asked.

Don Cook growled. "Do you think this is funny, making fun of me like this?"

Chase shook his head. "No, I don't find anything funny about this. I'm just trying to make you realize that you're not the great superior being you think you are."

"SHUT UP!!!"

Cannibal Feast flew at Palator, throwing a series of punches and kicks, occasionally firing a beam of energy. Chase didn't have Palator fight back, merely dodge and defend himself. It only served to irritate Don Cook and Cannibal Feast further.

"Why don't you fight back?" Don Cook demanded.

Chase shrugged. "As you wish."

He stabbed forward with his lance. Cannibal Feast caught it again. Holding Palator in place, he began firing beams of energy at him. Palator let go of his lance and used his hand to cover Cannibal Feast's mouth just as he fired another beam of energy. Cannibal Feast's attack exploded in his face, and he went flying backwards.

"I'll take that." said Chase, snatching his lance away from Cannibal Feast.

Cannibal Feast turned back to Palator angrily. Inside him, Don Cook was seething. "I swear to you, Chase, I'll defeat you if it's the last thing I do. FULL POWER!!!"

Cannibal Feast fired a much stronger beam of energy at Palator. The knight-like Foodon held up his shield to defend himself. The force of Cannibal Feast's attack forced him back.

"Ha! How'd you like that, Chase? Your defeat is at hand."

Chase couldn't help but smirk. "No, Don Cook, your defeat is at hand. I've been holding back this whole time. You never did stand a chance. Palator, lets bring this battle to a close."

"As you wish." Palator replied.

He flew at Cannibal Feast, able to move forward even as Cannibal Feast's attack came at him.

"Impossible!" Don Cook cried as Palator came towards him.

"Take this!"

Palator stabbed forward, his lance striking Cannibal Feast in the gut. Cannibal Feast roared as Paltor blasted him with an attack of his own. A blast of energy exploded from Cannibal Feast's back, creating a large exit wound from Palator's lance.

Don Cook fell from Cannibal Feast's exit wound, screaming as he fell. Cannibal Feast bellowed as cracks appeared over his entire body. His body shattered like glass. From within the shattered remains, the original unevolved form of Cannibal Feast fell from the sky.

"Feast!" he bellowed, falling towards the ground.

"Alright!" cried Chase. "Now lets finish him off!"

"Yes." Palator agreed. "Fireballs of Good!"

He fired his attack at Cannibal Feast's falling form. The taboo Foodon roared before exploding in a cloud of purple smoke.

"We did it!"

"They did it!"

Palator came in for a landing, coming down right by his friends.

"Chase, that was incredible!" Coco cheered.

"I knew you could do it!" cried Pie Tin.

"He really is our knight in shining armor!" said Dia dreamily.

Mrs. Makunouchi cautiously approached the large Foodon. "Chase, is that really you in there?"

Both Chase and Palator. "Yeah, I merged with him. You know, you look small from way up here."

King Gorge chuckled. "Chase, once again you have proven yourself to be the true King of Food. It is just a shame that like me, my son had to learn his lesson the hard way." He sighed and looked at the Gluttons. "But perhaps now he'll stop causing trouble."

The Gluttons were busy fussing over their young master, Rose Marinade in particular.

"Oh, my poor baby boy." She cried. "How could that Chase do this to you?"

Clawdia carefully poked Don Cook. "He's not dead, is he?"

Grill closed his eye and sighed in frustration. "Of course not. He's still breathing. I think it's just the shock." He turned to Palator. "Who would have thought that that brat had such a powerful creature at his disposal."

"My respect for him has increased even more." Cole Slawter admitted.

Don Cook moaned and the Gluttons gathered in closely. As his green and blue eyes opened, he scowled at his followers. "Quit crowding around me!" he blinked. "Wait, how'd I get outside of Cannibal Feast? Where is he?"

King Gorge left the Rebel Chefs and walked over to his son. "Here." He handed him Cannibal Feast's Five Star Meal Ticket. "That is all that's left of him. Your Cannibal Feast has fallen."

Don Cook's eyes widened as he took the Five Star Meal Ticket. "My Foodon has… truly been defeated?"

King Gorge nodded. "Yes, it is over. I hope now you will give up the foolish Glutton dream and accept Chase as your king."

Don Cook looked from the Five Star Meal Ticket in his hand up to his father, then back to the Meal Ticket. "I never thought… my Cannibal Feast… could be defeated…" He closed his eyes and an eerie smile crept up on his face. He began chuckling. Then his chuckle erupted into mad laughter. "But I won't be giving up just yet. I have another plan."

He pulled away from his followers and fled the room. The Gluttons hesitated for a moment, looking from father to son before following the latter. King Gorge suddenly had a bad feeling and he turned nervously to the others.

"After him, quickly. My son can be reckless, and something is telling me that he's about to do something very foolish."

Palator nodded and scooped up the others. He flew after Don Cook, crashing through the wall, as the door was way too small for him.

They found Don Cook and the Gluttons gathered around a large plate, covered by a lid. Don Cook stood closest to the unknown food, watching the others with a hungry expression.

"You really surprised me, Chase." He said. "To be able to defeat my Cannibal Feast like that. I didn't think it was within your power." He chuckled. "But you see, regardless of how things may have seemed, Cannibal Feast was not my trump card." He grinned evilly. "I had been planning on wiping out all your defenses with Cannibal Feast, and then suddenly bring forth my ultimate weapon, so you would have no doubt that you wouldn't be able to defeat me."

"Mom, Chase, I'm scared." Kayla muttered.

"What are you planning?" Chase demanded.

Chuckling, Don Cook ran his finger over the lid. "Beneath this lid lies the perfect meal. I gathered all the best ingredients from all around the world. Focusing on every little detail down to the last speck of spice, collecting only the best ingredients, and cooked to absolute perfection. And with this dish, I shall give birth to a Six Star Foodon."

"A Six Star Foodon?" Pie Tin cried.

"There's no such thing!" Mrs. Makunouchi shouted. "Foodons only go up to Five Stars, and then Deluxe. There is no Six Star Foodon."

Don Cook watched her in amusement. "Not yet. But there will be one soon. It will be a Foodon that will make even Cannibal Feast seem mediocre. I will be creating a god among Foodons. That's right, a god." He closed his eyes, looking as if he were reliving a fond memory. "It was predicted long ago about the birth of the god of Foodons. Such a prophecy was said to be a myth, merely a legend, but there are those that believe otherwise. There is even a group of people that worship this creature, even though he does not yet exist. Well I'm about to bring that legend to life. The prophecy will come to pass. I will have a god at my disposal."

"Glutton Power!" the Gluttons cried.

"And just how are you planning on doing that?" Coco asked.

Don Cook smirked, reaching into his robes. "With this. A Six Star Meal Ticket!"

He held up the magic card. It had the same designs on it as all the other Meal Tickets, but it was entirely gold in color, on the front and back.

King Gorge's eyes widened as he looked at the golden Meal Ticket in his son's hand. "No, not that."

Don Cook chuckled. "I see you remember, Father. Yes, this is the very experiment you yourself were working on. I just added the finishing touches. Using Dishwizard and Glutton magic, we were able to merge together an ordinary Meal Ticket, a Five Star Meal Ticket, and a Platinum Meal Ticket to create this Six Star Meal Ticket; the only one like it in the world. And with it I shall create a god."

"NO!!!" King Gorge shouted. "My son, you must not do this. You don't know what you're dealing with."

"Spare me the speech, Father. I didn't listen to you when you told me not to create Cannibal Feast. What makes you think I'll listen to you this time?"

Desperation appeared in King Gorge's eyes. "This is different. Cannibal Feast was an abomination. With him it was just a matter of morality, of what was right and what was wrong. But this is a power you must not mess with. It's something you can't even begin to comprehend. Why do you think I abandoned the project? I knew how dangerous it was. I tell you now, my son, if you do this, you will destroy us all." He looked desperately to the Gluttons. "You must not let him do this!"

The Gluttons glanced at Don Cook, doubt clear on each of their faces. Don Cook glared at his father, holding up his hand to still his followers from any attempts they may have made to interfere.

"Remain where you are!" he ordered them. "You underestimate me, Father."

"No, you overestimate yourself. Do you truly believe that you'll be able to control a creature with that much power? The creature itself won't be able to control its own power. It will spin out of control and destroy everything. Please, my son, I beg you, don't go through with this."

Don Cook crossed his arms. "Father, do you think I'm a fool? I don't plan on letting this Foodon run wild. Just like I did with Cannibal Feast, I plan to merge with this creature and control what it does myself. In a way, that will make me a god."

Parental worry appeared in King Gorge's eyes. "You can't. You won't be able to control it. That much power will destroy you. You can't handle it." He looked to the mother of his child. "Rose Marinade, do not let him do this. For our son's sake, stop him."

Rose Marinade looked at her son, worry clearly written on her face. "Now Donnie, maybe you should listen to your father."

"I did not ask for your opinion, Mother! This is going to happen whether you want it to or not." He lifted the lid of the mystery meal.

King Gorge tried one last time to plead with his son. "You don't understand the power you're dealing with. Don Cook, I've taught you everything you know, but not everything I know. And I know that if you do this, it will be the beginning of the end."

Don Cook grinned. "That's the point, Father. This will be the end of a free world, and the beginning of one ruled by the Gluttons."

King Gorge turned to Palator. "STOP HIM!!!"

Chase jumped. "Oh, uh, right. Lets go, Palator!"

The knight-like Foodon flew at the Gluttons. Don Cook glared at him and held up his hand.

"Stay back!" he roared, unleashing a blast of magic that sent Palator crashing in the opposite direction. He grinned and looked down at the meal before him. "It is now time for the birth of a god." He placed the Six Star Meal Ticket on top of the steaming plate of spaghetti. "Now serving Pastafarian, the Flying Spaghetti Monster!"

(A/N: That's right, people, I'm bringing the Flying Spaghetti Monster in my story. The story had originally stopped after Cannibal Feast's defeat, but you know how plot bunnies are. You can probably see the difference in my writing from where I stopped all those years ago and just recently picked up again. And for those of you that don't know what the Flying Spaghetti Monster is, I'll explain it to you. The Flying Spaghetti Monster, or FSM for short, is a god in a religion that was made up as a spoof on Christianity called Pastafarianism who created the universe after getting drunk one night. I know it's silly, but I thought it'd be interesting to bring him into the story. If you want more information on him, just do an image search for Flying Spaghetti Monster on Google. At least check it out to see a picture of what he looks like.)

Pastafarian, the Flying Spaghetti Monster – Food: the perfect dish of spaghetti. He is a god among Foodons, and his power is so intense that he can't even control it himself.