(A/N: Now the real final battle has begun. But can Chase and Palator stand up to Pastafarian with the strength they've gathered?)

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Chapter 19: The Ultimate Food Fight

Darkness covered the land as Oslo floated on his flying plate, watching the seemly supernatural events take place. Something was terribly wrong. There was a great imbalance in the world. A mighty power surge was coming from somewhere. He wondered if this was why the weather was acting up.

Acting up? No, that was an understatement. He didn't know what it was when there were nine tornados happening at once in the same city as rain, snow, and hail came down in sheets. Thunder echoed through the sky as lightning flew rapidly from the clouds in all directions. This wasn't just the weather acting up, this was a natural disaster. No, make that catastrophe.

"Oslo!"

The Grub Guru turned to see Chef Jack approaching him. "So you feel it too?"

"Feel what?" Chef Jack cried, yelling to be heard over the howling wind. "All I feel is the need to get in doors before one of us gets hurt."

Oslo shook his head. "No, this is more than bad weather. It's as if the earth itself is angry. Something unnatural is happening somewhere- WHOA!"

He was blown off his plate. Jack jumped towards him, grabbing the old man before he got hurt. "What do you mean, something unnatural?"

Oslo held on tightly to the master chef. "A powerful force is at work here. I don't know what it is, but I fear that unless it's dealt with quickly, it will destroy us all."

"What do we do?"

Oslo was silent for a moment. "Pray."

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Don Cook was having the time of his life as he experimented with Pastafarian's power. But all that power was affecting his judgment, and his clouded mind wasn't even registering that he was causing such chaos throughout the world he wished to rule over.

"So this is the power of a god!" he cried. "Such power is unimaginable. I could destroy and recreate the planet if I wanted to." He chuckled. "And I bet I could do it in less than seven days. Yes, with Pastafarian, I'm truly invincible!"

The moment the words left his mouth, something struck him from behind.

"Pastafarian!" the Foodon god cried painfully.

Though Don Cook didn't feel his Foodon's pain, it still didn't escape his attention that someone, or something had attacked him.

"Pastafarian! Are you ok?"

"Pastafarian."

Don Cook growled. "What was that? A nuke? It must have been some weapon. No one is strong enough to harm my Pastafarian."

"Don't be so sure, Don Cook!"

Don Cook turned in surprise to the speaker. "Chase? You again? Was that your attack?"

Chase smirked. "You better believe it. I'm back and ready for battle."

Don Cook laughed. "Fool, you never learn. I'll simply tear you apart again. Pastafarian, do it."

The Foodon god's eyes flashed brightly. Chase and Palator braced themselves. They felt Pastafarian trying to split them up again. They concentrated on holding their form together, tapping into the energy of every living thing on the planet to give them strength.

Pastafarian's eyes stopped glowing. Palator still remained, much to both the Foodon god and Don Cook's surprise.

"Pastafarian?"

"What's this?" Don Cook cried. "How could you overcome a god's power?"

Chase smirked. "It's true. Your Pastafarian is the most powerful Foodon ever. Normally my Palator wouldn't even stand a chance. But as strong as your Foodon is, my Palator has one ability that gives him an advantage over your Pastafarian."

Don Cook's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists and ground his teeth together. "And just what is that?"

"Palator is the Foodon Embodiment of Good. He's made up of all the goodness in the world. Therefore he has a connection with all living things and shares in all of their power."

The Glutton's eyes widened. "Shares in all their power."

"That's right, Don Cook. That attack I launched had the power of every living crature behind it. It's not just me you're fighting anymore, now you're fighting the entire world."

Thunder boomed, the loud sound silencing Don Cook's cry of rage. It couldn't be possible. How did this boy keep managing to find ways to come out on top? A Foodon that shared the power of the entire world. How could he compete with that?

But he had the power of a god behind him. There was no way he could lose. It didn't matter how many people shared their power with Palator, no one could defeat his Pastafarian, no one.

Taking a calming breath, Don Cook glared at his opponent. "So the whole world is fighting against me, is it? Fine. Then I'll crush the entire world. Now everyone will know that even when they stood united, they were still no match for me."

Chase gave him a doubtful look. "I don't know. Can you really defeat everyone? You may be strong enough to fight a hundred, or a thousand, maybe even a million people, but everyone? I don't think the odds are in your favor."

"SILENCE!" Don Cook bellowed. "No one can defeat me. With Pastafarian at my side, I'm invincible. I am a god!"

"True gods can't die, Don Cook. But I'm betting your Pastafarian can."

"You think so?" Don Cook cried insanely as the intense power of Pastafarian clouded his judgment. "Then we'll just have to see. Pastafarian, destroy him!"

Pastafarian raised his noodle appendages, shooting lightning out of the ends. Holding up their shield, Chase and Palator tapped into the power of the rest of the world, and great strength filled them. Pastafarian's attack was unimaginably powerful, but Palator managed to withstand the attack.

"It can't be!" Don Cook cried.

Chase grinned. "Sure it can. Like I said, you're fighting the whole world now, and the whole world helped me defend against your attack. You've seen the world's defense, now feel its strength."

He flew at Pastafarian. The Flying Spaghetti Monsters eyes began glowing before he launched fireballs out of them like the fire that rained down from the sky in the Old Testament.

Apparently Palator also had the speed of the entire world, and he dodged the balls of fire as they flew at him. When he reached Pastafarian, he slammed his elbow into him. Though he was smaller than a fly to the giant Foodon, Pastafarian still went flying backwards as if he were hit by someone his own size.

Don Cook sensed that his Foodon was in pain and it enraged him. How could he be harmed by that brat? He was a god. Gods couldn't be harmed. No, it wasn't possible. He was invincible.

"I cannot lose!" One of his noodle appendages, longer and thicker than an entire train, wrapped around Palator. "Now I have you. Die!"

An electrical current flowed into Palator as he was squeezed to death by Pastafarian. Palator grunted in pain as he struggled to stay conscience.

"Palator?"

"I am fine, Chase. Just focus on the battle."

With a burst of strength, he broke out of Pastafarian's hold. Don Cook growled, and took control of the sea. A large tidal wave rose up, surprising Palator. As the wave folded over him, it suddenly froze over, sealing him in a block of ice.

Don Cook smirked. "Sweet dreams."

The wall of ice shattered as Palator broke free. While Palator had fallen into hibernation when he was frozen, Chase's mind had remained awake and alert. And since it was he who was in control of Palator's movements, he made managed to free them both from their icy prison.

"This is no time for a nap." Said Chase. "We've got a battle to win."

"To win?" Don Cook repeated. "You mean you actually think you stand a chance against a god. You fool. You can't defeat me. I have the power to crack the very planet in two. You stand no chance."

From the sea and the land, large rocks began floating in the air and rotated around Pastafarian as if they were electrons floating around a nucleus. They flew around Patafarian for a few seconds before one shot at Palator like a speeding bullet.

The rock was many times larger than Palator and would have crushed him, but with Palator's speed, he flew around the large rock. Pastafarian shot another one at him, and then another.

Palator dodged flying rock after flying rock, until an extra large one came at him. Holding out his lance, he spun around and drilled right through it, coming out unharmed on the other side.

"Fireballs of Good!"

Pastafarian cried out as the attack hit him, the rocks rotating around him dropping from the sky. Don Cook swore angrily, enraged that Palator seemed to have an advantage over him. But he refused to accept that. He was a god, and gods did not lose.

Pastafarian began spinning around, going faster and faster. Within seconds, a tornado formed around him, sucking in everything in its path as Pastafarian shot lightning in all different directions as he spun around inside it.

Palator didn't really need to worry about being hit by the lightning, as Pastafarian was merely shooting at random. But while the Foodon god attacked wildly like that, his friends were at risk of being hit by an attack.

"Palator, lets go!" Chase cried.

"Indeed, lets."

He flew towards the enormous tornado, flying close to it in the opposite direction it was spinning in. It was difficult at first, but he soon built up enough speed to reverse the winds of the tornado, canceling it out.

Pastafarian turned to Palator and spat out a stream of sauce. Palator was knocked back by the pressure and submerged into the ocean. Pastafarian floated over the spot he fell and began shooting lightning down into the water.

Remaining submerged, Palator swam through the water against the impossibly strong current. Fish and other sea creatures were being thrown around as if caught in a violent storm. The very planet was being affected by Pastafarian's presence alone.

"Palator, we have to stop this." Chase told him.

"Yes." Palator agreed. "We must end this quickly before he causes irreversible damage to the planet."

He burst up from the water behind Pastafarian, a bright blue aura glowing around him. Pastafarian turned to hmi, ready to continue the battle.

"I've had enough of this!" Don Cook cried. "Pastafarian, hit him with your ultimate attack! Obliterate him!"

Pastafarian's meatballs began glowing as he gathered power. Two enormous beams of light shot out of them and came together to form an even larger beam of light, heading straight for Palator.

The knight-like Foodon didn't even try to avoid it. There was no point, for the attack was too large for him to get around it. He merely hovered in the air, letting the attack consume him.

Don Cook laughed as Palator disappeared in his beam of energy. It was all over. Nothing could have survived that. There wouldn't be a trace of Chase or Palator left.

"Too bad." He muttered. "Now we don't even have a body to bury." But when the light faded, Don Cook's eyes widened in complete disbelief. "N-No… it can't be… THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

Palator was still there. In fact, he was in the exact same spot he was in before Pastafarian launched his attack. Aside from some scratches and his body smoking, the knight-like Foodon seemed relatively unharmed.

"Expecting someone else?" Chase asked.

And for the first time in a long time, Don Cook felt a jolt of fear spike through him. "But… how? You're not even hurt."

"I wouldn't say that." Palator replied. "I think you singed the end of my cape."

This infuriated Don Cook to no end. "You… how dare you! You'll pay for this! You'll all pay!"

Chase took a deep breath, knowing that the time had come. He had to put a stop to this before Pastafarian and Don Cook truly lost control of all that power they had. He tapped into Palator's special ability, connecting himself to all living things.

"Everyone," he addressed the world, "now is the time. Give me your all. For the sake of all of us, share your strength with me!"

Power flowed into him, nearly overwhelming him, and Palator grew five times his normal size, though he was still very small compared to the Foodon god. Holding up his lance, he launched himself at Pastafarian. The Foodon god cried out as he was stabbed, but Palator kept on going, straight through the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and bursting out his back.

Turning back to the Foodon god, Palator gathered up all the strength that the world gave him. "Fireballs of Good!"

He fired his attack with everything he had. Pastafarian and Don Cook wailed loudly as the attack hit. The Foodon god's body exploded, filling the sky with purple clouds. Even the Six Star Meal Ticket was totally obliterated.

The battle had come to an end.

(A/N: Things are drawing to a close now. Both of Don Cook's mighty Foodons have been defeated. Now it's time for the wrap up.)