(A/N: So it's finally cone down to this. The final confrontation between Chase and Don Cook. It's the strongest Foodon vs. the god of Foodons. Who will come out on top?)

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Chapter 18: FSM

The gold Meal Ticket was absorbed into the plate of spaghetti. The food began glowing, creating a spiral of energy around Don Cook. The rest of the Gluttons stepped back fearfully as their young leader held his arms out for his newest creation.

"Yes, come to me!" he cried. "Rise up! Live! Merge with me so we may take this world as our own!"

A beam of light shot out of the plate of spaghetti, consuming Don Cook as he laughed maniacally. The beam of light hit the ceiling, cracking it apart. The entire head of the King Gorge statue blew apart as the beam of light flowed outward. The light gathered together, forming one large ball and began growing bigger. It began distorting, taking on a different form.

Finally the light faded and the creature revealed itself. Larger than any Foodon to ever exist, it was bigger than half the size of the statue of King Gorge. Noodle appendages waved around, wrapped around two large meatballs. Two snail-like eyestalks mixed in with its noodle appendages looked around curiously.

"Pastafarian." It declared loudly.

Down within what remained of the statue of King Gorge, the others looked upon the Foodon god in awe and horror.

"T-T-T-That thing's huge!" Pie Tin cried.

Kayla clung to her mother. "Mom, what is that thing?"

"I don't know, dear."

King Gorge looked the most horrified of the bunch. "Son, you've doomed us all."

From within Pastafarian's body, Don Cook was out of his mind with the Foodon god's power. "Incredible! I never would have believed it! Cannibal Feast's power was a mere grain of sand upon the beach that is Pastafarian's power! Nothing can stop me now! This world is mine!" He looked towards the others, an insane grin on his face. "Not even your mighty Palator can stop me, Chase!"

One of Pastafarian's noodle appendages raised and lightning shot out of the end. It struck the statue of King Gorge and the entire structure began to collapse.

"Oh no, we've got to get out of here!" Coco cried. "The whole place is coming down on us!"

"Palator, get them!" Chase cried.

"You control me, Chase."

"Oh, right!"

He flew towards his friends, scooping them up before they were crushed. Several pieces of rubble fell down on his back, but he ignored the pain, protecting the Rebel Chefs with his body. Fortunately for Chase, he didn't feel any of the pain, unfortunately for Palator, he did.

"Palator, are you ok?"

Palator grunted as another piece of rubble fell on top of him. "Do not fear for me, Chase. Use me as you must."

But with Don Cook going mad with power, there was no one to save his followers. The Gluttons were left out in the open for the falling rubble.

"Master, don't forget about us!" Cinnamonkey cried.

"I don't think he's listening!" cried Cole Slawter.

Clawdia was on the floor, covering her head. "I'm not ready to die!"

A rather large piece of rubble fell towards them that would have flattened them into Glutton goo if something hadn't saved them at the last moment, pulling them out of the collapsing base.

"You guys ok?" Chase asked, having been the one to save them.

Grill's single eye widened. "You saved us? Why?"

Chase chuckled. "Good or bad, I'm always going to help people in trouble."

He landed at a safe location, letting everyone down. The Gluttons stepped away from the Rebel Chefs, looking at King Gorge fearfully. Their former leader did not look happy.

"K-King Gorge, sir…" Clawdia muttered.

"Silence, all of you!" he snapped. "You are fools! To allow him to create a being of this much power. It's a danger to all of us!" He looked up at Pastafarian, watching as the Foodon hovered about, shooting lightning from his noodles. "Don Cook may be in control of him for now, but very soon that power will be too much for him. It will destroy him. He will die from it. Then it won't be long before Pastafarian loses control of his own power. The entire world will be destroyed." He looked back at the Gluttons. "There won't be a world for you idiots to rule if you have to use this creature!"

They cowered away from him, looking ashamed.

"But won't it be ok?" Dia asked. "If Don Cook is the one controlling Pastafarian, then once Pastafarian's power destroys him, won't Pastafarian stop being bad since his master isn't controlling him?"

"NO, NOT MY LITTLE BOY!!!" Rose Marinade cried in dismay and began weeping.

Ignoring the weeping woman, King Gorge gave Dia an annoyed look. "Aside from the fact that I do not find my son dying to be a good thing, did you not hear what I said about not even Pastafarian being able to control his own power?"

"Don't worry." said Chase. "We'll do everything in our power to stop them."

Mrs. Makunouchi wasn't about to let her son go off and face a god. "Chase, you will do no such thing! Foodon battles are one thing, but I will not have you literally engaging in battle. Especially with a god."

Cahse sweat-dropped. "But, Mom, I have to do this. I'm the only one who can stop him."

Mrs. Makunouchi stamped her foot. "Chase, you are 11 years old. You are not going into battle. It's bad enough your father let you fight the Gluttons, but I will not let you face that… thing!"

Pie Tin glanced at Kayla. "Is your mother always like this?"

Kayla cut her eyes at him. "No, sometimes she's overprotective." She muttered sarcastically.

"Chase, you listen to your mother and get out of Palator's body right this minute!"

Chase sighed. "Sorry, Mom, but we'll have to talk about this when the world isn't in danger."

He and Palator took off, flying towards Pastafarian, much to the anger of his mother.

"Chase Makunouchi, you get down here right this minute! If you're not back here by the time I count to three, you're in big trouble! One… two… three… That's it, mister, you're grounded! No using the M.A.C. Cart for a week!"

Not sure who scared him more, his mother or Pastafarian, Chase continued towards the Foodon god. "Alright, Palator, lets hit him with everything we've got. No holding back."

Palator nodded. "Yes, full power. Fireballs of Good!"

He launched his attack at Pastafarian. The giant Foodon merely blinked when the attack hit, hardly even feeling it. He turned around and looked at Palator as he approached, who appeared to be no bigger than a flea.

"Pastafarian?" it muttered curiously.

Inside the Foodon god's body, Don Cook chuckled. "What's this? An insect flying in my path? You're not even worth my time. Pastafarian, show this fool how weak his Deluxe Foodon is."

Pastafarian's eyes flashed brightly. Palator immediately felt his strength vanish. And poof! Palator was gone. Chase, Fried Ricer, Sir Dumpling, Shrimp Daddy, Dim-Sumthin' Special, and the Burnt Meatballs fell from the sky, having been forcefully separated. The Meatballs flew towards, Chase, stopping his fall while Dim-Sumthin' Special gathered up the others, bringing them all safely to the ground.

Chase grunted, feeling disorientated as he looked back up at Pastafarian, who had gone back to shooting lightning all over the place. "This isn't good."

"Chase!"

He turned to see the others running towards him.

He gave them a sad smile. "Hey, guys. Looks like I really blew that one. He's just too strong."

"Chase, don't say that!" Coco cried. "I just know you can beat him! I have faith in you!"

Chase gave her a grateful but sad look. "Thanks, Coco. But this has nothing to do with faith. When I felt Pastafarian's power, I knew I didn't stand a chance. His power, its unreal. Like a never-ending pool of energy. He tore our Deluxe form apart like we were nothing."

Dia didn't look discouraged in the least. "But you have Palator. He's the strongest Foodon of all."

"Was." Chase corrected her, looking down. "This thing is something else. I can't beat him. It's impossible."

Mrs. Makunouchi stepped forward and embraced her son. "I'm just glad you're not hurt. You had me worried sick. Thank goodness nothing happened to you. From now on, you leave this sort of thing to people like you're father."

King Gorge stepped forward. "I'm afraid Chef Jack will never be able to do what your son cannot. You missed a lot while you were under my son's control. Chase is the only one who can stop this."

Mrs. Makunouchi glared at the former Glutton leader. "He's just a child!"

"Yet he managed to defeat all of my servants, twice, and take me down when I was one with Devouron. Believe me when I say that Chase is far more powerful than even he thinks."

Mrs. Makunouchi arms tightened around her son. Chase slowly pried her arms off her and stepped back. "It's ok, Mom. I won't fight Pastafarian again."

"But, Chase!" Albert cried.

Chase shook his head. "There's no point. I know for a fact that I can't beat him. No Foodon can." He fell to his knees. "He's just too powerful."

The others were silent for a moment. King Gorge narrowed his eyes and walked up to Chase, pulling him to his feet.

"Enough of that!" he snapped, surprising the boy. "Chase, you are the King of Food. You did the impossible and took down my entire empire. I recognized you as my king. And I did not bow down to a coward!" He was quiet for a moment before sighing. "The world is in danger. You must save it. You must save my son." He looked up at Pastafarian, then back at Chase. "I don't want my son to die, but it won't be long before he is crushed under Pastafarian's power. Please, Chase, my king, don't let my son die. Save him. Save the world."

Chase's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at the former Glutton leader, shocked by his faith in him, as well as his desperate plea. "But… this isn't a question of wanting to fight or not. It doesn't have anything to do with being a coward. Not even Palator at his maximum power stands a chance. I don't have the kind of power needed to stop him."

King Gorge's grip on the boy's shoulders tightened. "No, Chase, you don't. But with Palator, you can gain the power you need."

Chase's eyes widened in surprise. "What? How?"

King Gorge smiled. "While Palator is the strongest Foodon of all while relying on his own power, he has another ability. Palator is the living embodiment of all that is good in this world. He has a connection to all living things. He can share in their strength and use it. Use this ability and it won't be just your own power that my son will be facing. He'll be up against the entire world."

Mrs. Makunouchi stepped forward. "Now wait just a minute! I am not letting my baby go back out there."

King Gorge shrugged. "Then the whole world will be destroyed."

"Let it!"

Chase chuckled. "Sorry, Mom, but he's right. As the King of Food, it's my responsibility to put an end to this." He gave her a smile. "Share you're strength with me, Mom. Help me beat him." He turned to his Foodons. "Alright, are you guys ready for seconds?"

The Foodons cheered.

Chase nodded, holding up his Platinum Meal Ticket. "Then lets do it! Now serving Palator!"

The knight-like Foodon reappeared. If he had a mouth, he would have smiled. "I can sense your emotions, Chase. You certainly seem more confident."

Chase smirked. "Why didn't you tell me we could tap into the power of everyone?"

Palator blinked. "I thought you knew. That was how you defeated King Gorge."

"Yeah, well, start tapping into their strength. We're gonna need all the help we can get."

(A/N: Not much of a battle, but did you really expect Chase you stand a chance against a god? Come on. But now that he has the rest of the world backing him up, he may stand a chance. Stay tuned for the final battle.)