Present 3: CHEF
Amidst the houses of brown and white was a little pink house. And on the snow covered lawn, pretty colored ponies of every color pranced around happily. Even the brightly lit windows proclaimed of the owner's love for the creatures. Smiling at the adorable scene the mailman rang the doorbell.
As the door started to open, the postal worker held out the clipboard with one hand and turned his head to adjust the brown and green package he held with the other. "Package for you Ms. Hatchet." He commented cheerfully. "Now if you would just sign…."
"DO I LOOK LIKE A WOMAN TO YOU BOY?!" The young man involuntarily jumped from the booming voice. Turning to face the owner of the voice he was horrorstruck to see a very big dark skinned man. Who also had very big muscles. And who was now glaring at him.
Even with the oddity of the pink chef hat and the "I love ponies" apron that MR Hatchet wore, the man was undoubtedly very scary. "I don't believe you answered my question." Mr. Hatchet said calmly his smile making the young man shake with fear. The smile disappeared. "DO I LOOK LIKE A WOMAN TO YOU BOY?!"
"Sir no sir!" The smile started to return to Mr. Hatchet's face. Terrified the postal worker held out the package, his body trembling violently. The moment he was relieved of the package he sprinted full tilt towards his truck and quickly punched down on the accelerator.
Chef laughed long and loud at the sight of the rapidly disappearing truck. Since his time on Total Drama Island, life had been pretty dull in comparison. Any chance to strike fear in any young person warmed his heart and he greatly treasured each terror filled scream.
Entering the house he continued into the kitchen in a much happier mood then before. Spread across the large counter was several sheets of freshly made sugar cookie dough. Next to it several trays sat ready to be filled with the soon to be cookies. The rest of the kitchen however lay in shambles.
"Now where did I put those blasted shapes?" Chef grouched throwing the box to the side carelessly as he roughly reopened cabinets and cupboards, his gentle touch causing various items to fall creating a much larger mess in the process.
As each search for the object turned to be in vain, Chef grew and angrier and angrier. His hands grabbed the nearest item, a meat cleaver and hurled it in a random direction. The sound of a clang filled the air pausing him in his tracks.
Searching for the heavy knife had proved to be an easy task. The sharp blade had easily cut the Christmas decorated box in half. Removing the blade, his large hands reached into both pieces of the box and pulled out its contents.
A happy grin spread across Chef's face and he laughed gleefully. The clang had been the result of metal hitting metal. A metal cookie cutter to be exact. Immediately it was put to use. The cookie dough on the counter rapidly disappeared onto the trays with each imprint of the burly gingerbread man and his pony.
Once the smell of cookies baking filled the air, Chef sat down to read the red note.
Two plates. One foor the person I met on the island and the other to share with friends and family eh.
And I meant what I said on the island! I'm just soory I couldn't prove it then. Coourse I didn't knoo I'd be kicked off first eh!
And yep made them myself eh!
Happy Holidays, Chef Hatchet
Ezekiel
Chef smirked remembering all too well the challenge. It had occurred right after Ezekiel and Noah had been force fed one of his on the fly concoctions. Once the greenish tinge had left his face, Ezekiel had thrown down the gauntlet.
"SO! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO BETTER FARM BOY?!
"I knoo I can eh! The prairie boy retorted back as he continued to grab the table in front of him like a lifeline."
Maybe it was a momentarily attack of consciousness, or perhaps it was the fact that even as the pale faced teen continued to shiver violently from the after effects of the horrible soup like glop, he still didn't back down. A moment of boldness or an involuntary action, which one he wasn't sure. Finally Chef smirked.
"All right Farm boy…If you LAST the first challenge, I'll let you cook the next day."
The prairie teen had immediately agreed.
The next morning after the Cliff challenge, Chef Hatchet had prepared his kitchen for Ezekiel. He had even labeled everything. Even the sink with little mocking post it notes.
"All right guys, now that the sexist pig is gone we need to really concentrate on winning the next challenge."
The voice of the bossy camper Courtney suddenly filled the mess hall as she led the rest of the Killer Bass team to their table. Sure enough there were now ten campers. Ezekiel was gone.
The realization that the homeschooled teen would never be able to prove his supposedly superior cooking capabilities had aggravated the older man more then he thought. Silently he had vowed to make the rest of his cooking practically unbearable for the next couple of weeks.
The memory of the disturbed and sick teens had made Chef smile for weeks. And he was smiling now as he unwrapped the clear wrap one of the plates and picked up one of the sweets. "All right Farm boy let's see what you've got." Chef smirked as he plopped the whole treat in his mouth chewing carefully.
As he swallowed Chef Hatchet scowled darkly. "You win this round Farm boy, but there will be others. Oh believe me, there will be others."
Name: logicaltigerIzzy and DJ.
Yeah, I'm from the US. My fav characters are Gwen, Trent,
Bridgette, Geoff, Courtney, Duncan, Leshawna,
I'd like to have a holiday wish that the hungry will have
something good to eat for the holidays.
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Imagi's Ramblings: Well that one's done. It's super late here but it's done and I'm going to bed! But first…
14 Xmas wishes are now claimed! Campers UNCLAIMED are Izzy, Tyler, Katie, Sadie, Heather, Duncan, Courtney, Owen and Trent.
9 Xmas wishes left! :)
Thanks again for the reviews and stay tuned for the next chapter! :)
Imagi
