(A/N: This is the last chapter.)

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Chapter 20: Extra Helpings

With the destruction of Pastafarian, the world began falling back into balance once more. As things went back to normal, the only sign that the Foodon god had been around at all was in the purple mist he had dissolved into after his demise.

As the purple cloud disappeared, the Rebel Chefs cheered for Chase and Palator for having done the impossible by defeating the Foodon god.

"They did it!" Pie Tin cried. "I don't believe it, they beat Pastafarian.

Dia smiled. "Was there ever any doubt? Chase is the hero."

Mrs. Makunouchi wiped a tear from her eye. "My little boy's all grown up."

Rose Marinade squinted her eyes to see through the remaining purple mist to see if she could spot Don Cook. "But where's my little boy? Don Cook! Don Cook!"

Palator floated down from the sky, holding the young Glutton leader in his arms. "It's ok, I've got him." said Chase.

The unconscious Don Cook stirred in Palator's arms as he placed him on the ground. The Gluttons gathered around, worried for his safety. Rose Marinade began fussing over him, holding him tightly to herself and nuzzling him.

"Oh, my poor, poor baby. Please, wake up. Don't scare Mommy like this."

"He'll be fine." Chase assured her. "He's just exhausted. He'll be as right as rain in no time."

"Our son is stronger than that." King Gorge assured her. "And he's more stubborn than both of us put together."

Rose Marinade squeezed her son tighter. "But he's still my little boy!"

"Mother!" Don Cook growled. His eyes flickered open as he forced himself out of his mother's tight embrace. "You know I don't like it when you smother me!" He blinked at the look of relief on her face. "And why are you looking at me… like… that…"

Suddenly it all came back to him. He pulled himself out of his mother's arms, looking around at the Rebel Chefs and the Gluttons. "What's going on? How'd I end up outside of Pastafarian? Where is he?"

"Your so-called invincible Foodon god has been vanquished." Palator told him.

Chase nodded. "Yup, he put up a good fight, but united, we beat him."

"And should you ever need me again," Palator said to Chase, "I will always be here."

His body began glowing as he broke down into the individuals that made him up. Don Cook looked at Chase and the Foodons who had stood against him in complete disbelief.

"Again…" he muttered. "Again I was defeated. And this time I had a god at my command, but I still lost. I don't understand. How could I lose?"

King Gorge grinned. "Chase, I think it's time my son had a taste of justice."

Knowing what the former Glutton leader meant, Chase nodded. "You got it. Lets get cooking."

Most reluctantly, Don Cook sat by his father, who held him in place with his hand on the boy's shoulder, as they watched Chase cook.

"Father, why must-"

"Be silent." King Gorge told him calmly. "Watch him cook."

Don Cook growled, turning back to Chase. "I am watching him. What's the big deal?"

"No, my son, really watch him. His moves, his emotion, take it all in."

Clawdia dared to speak up. "Um, King Gorge, sir, what's the point of all this?"

King Gorge just smiled and remained silent as he watched the boy he had accepted as his king cook.

"Alright, one order of fried rice!" Chase declared, handing the plate to Don Cook. "Enjoy."

Don Cook glared at the rice. "Father, must I really eat this?"

King Gorge continued smiling. "No, if you really don't want to, you don't have to. That is, if you can resist."

Don Cook didn't know what his father meant until the rice's fragrance hit his nose. He was shocked by how good it smelled. How could something smell so good? He guessed it shouldn't have surprised him. After all, this was the boy who supposedly convinced his father to accept him as the King of Food.

'It can't be that good!' he decided. 'I'll taste it just to prove that he's not a better chef than my father!'

Though his conscience was telling him that he was simply making an excuse to eat the wonderfully smelling rice, he ignored it and ate. He didn't know what to expect, but the explosion of flavor shocked him to the point where he almost choked.

"In-Incredible!" he gasped. "This is amazing! It's so good, it's almost a shame to eat it!"

But eat it he did, and within seconds he had devoured the fired rice as if he hadn't eaten in days.

King Gorge smirked as his son set down the plate. "Now, my son, do you understand?"

Don Cook's eye twitched in irritation, showing his reluctance to admit the truth. Admitting how good Chase's cooking skills were was the last thing he wanted to do. But he couldn't lie to his father without lying to himself. And he could not deny himself the truth.

"It's… it's…" He couldn't find the words to describe it. "I can't put it into words…" he sighed in aggravation, "but I now know why you bowed down to him as the King of Food."

Chase sweat-dropped. "Oh, boy, not you too."

King Gorge smiled. "Then you will give up the foolish Glutton dream of world domination."

Don Cook smile as well, although his smile was more of a mischievous smirk. "Give up the Glutton dream? I think not." He pulled away from his father and rushed over to his followers. "I admit that Chase's skills are incredibly good, but I refuse to accept him as my king. I refuse to give up the Glutton dream. I'll simply have to get better and defeat him. You'll see, one day I'll defeat Chase and the Glutton Empire will rise again." He looked at Chase and grinned. "Enjoy the taste of victory while you can, Chase. One day I'll be back, and I will defeat you."

He laughed as he and the Gluttons were engulfed in light and vanished right before the Rebel Chefs' eyes.

King Gorge sighed. "Oh, my son, you are so stubborn. Chase, I do apologize for my son's behavior."

Chase just smiled. "Don't worry about it. I think he'll mellow down a bit now after all this. I'll just have to beat him again the next time he comes for me." He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered to the sky. "YOU HEAR THAT, DON COOK!!! I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU!!!"

King Gorge couldn't help but to smile. "Chase, you are an extraordinary young man." He patted the confused boy on the shoulder. "I will see you around. Goodbye, my king."

And he vanished in the same way Don Cook and the Gluttons did. Chase glanced at the spot the former Glutton king had been standing at curiously. "Huh, I wonder if I could learn to teleport like that. It'd sure come in handy."

"Especially to escape all the publicity." Said Pie Tin. "It looks like they found us."

Approaching the island at a rapid place were several speedboats, the people hollering and waving their arms.

Chase sweat-dropped. "Oh boy."

Dia chuckled. "Ready to go back to the palace, your majesty?"

The color drained from Chase's face. "And be pampered and thanked by everyone for hours on end again? No way, let's get out of here!"

He hopped on Dim-Sumthin' Special's back, followed by Kayla, Pie Tin, Coco, and Dia.

"Hey, Mom," Chase asked nervously, "do you think you can handle them while we make our escape?"

Mrs. Makunouchi did a double take. "What? Just where do you and you sister think you're going?"

"Away from the publicity." Chase told her. "Besides, you and Dad have been separated for a long time. I'm sure you'd like some alone time. We'll visit as soon as we can. Alright, Dim-Sumthin' Special, get us out of here!"

The Dim Sum Foodon picked up the M.A.C. Cart and took to the sky, carrying the Rebel Chef's with him.

"Hey, wait for me!" Albert cried, grabbing hold of Dim-Sumthin' Special's tail, getting carried off with the others. "You're not leaving me behind again!"

The boats made it to the island and the people began crowding around Mrs. Makunouchi, who was shouting up at her retreating son and his friends.

"Chase, Kayla, you two get back here right this minute! You have until the count of three. One… two… three… That's it, you two are grounded! No M.A.C. Cart for a week!"

THE END

(A/N: Well, that ends that. It's a happy ending… kind of. Don Cook and the Gluttons are gone, for now, and Chase and his friends have come out on top. I know that it ended with a possible sequel, but I've got no plans to write one. Then again, you know how plot bunnies are. I got a couple others fics in mind to write about, and now that this one has exited my brain, I can get started on them.)