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Mr. Lancer's class was spending the day cooking in the Home Ec. Room. After going over the rules, Mr. Lancer split his class into groups.
"Dash, Paulina. Kwan, Star. Mikey, Nathan. Valerie, Amy." He hesitated as he looked up from his clipboard and stared into the hopeful eyes of Sam, Danny and Tucker. Lancer sighed. "Every instinct in my body is screaming 'bad idea', but Samantha, Daniel and Tucker will be the last group." The trio cheered happily and raced to their designated kitchen.
"Ok, follow the instructions and you should have no problem. The ingredients are in the fridges and cupboards. And PLEASE don't break anything." Lancer looked pointedly at Tucker, who smiled sheepishly.
Soon the kitchens were bustling with activity. Sam studied the directions and nodded. "Ok, we need sugar, flour, milk, eggs, chocolate chips..." Danny and Tucker hurried around the kitchen to grab the ingredients as they were listed by Sam.
Tucker rummaged through the cupboards as Sam and Danny measured the ingredients. "Danny! It only said a cup of chocolate chips, not the whole bag!" Sam said as Danny emptied the silver bag into a green measuring cup.
"Come on, Sam. The more the better!" Danny cheerfully tossed the bag aside.
Tucker stood up and whacked his head on an open cupboard door. "Ouch!" He rubbed his sore head and turned to his best friends. "I can't find a mixing bowl anywhere."
Danny shrugged. "I guess we'll have to ask to borrow one."
Sam slapped the marble counter with a wooden spoon. "Have you seen the people in this class? There's no way they'll help us."
Danny frowned. "Then what do we do?"
Sam tapped a combat boot in thought. "Well, I suppose we could use..." She spotted a blender poking out from the top cabinet. "...a blender! That'll work, and it even does the mixing for us!"
Tucker nodded. "Can't argue with that logic."
Danny plugged the blender in and Sam dumped the brown, lumpy mixture in. Tucker put the lid on and got ready to press the high button. Lancer looked up from his grading to see how his students were doing when he happened to notice what the trio was about to do. "STOP!" Lancer shouted in panic.
It was too late. The lid shot off as a geyser of thick brown mixture was thrown all over the room. People shrieked as the liquid splattered on walls and all over the kitchens. Sam wiped the mixture from her eyes. "TURN IT OFF!" she screamed. Tucker ran over and ripped the plug from the socket.
Danny shook his head, sending droplets of batter flying. Sam brushed the gunk of her face, and Tucker cleaned his glasses. All three looked nervously at the dripping Lancer, who pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why?" He said simply.
"Well, we didn't have a mixing bowl, so we thought instead of asking we would work it out ourselves." Sam explained.
Danny nodded. "Don't worry, we'll clean it up."
Tucker grinned. "On the bright side sir, I didn't break anything." He threw his arms in the air happily, accidently knocking the blender over.
Lancer raised an eyebrow at the shattered glass. "Only you three can make baking cookies into chaos."
The three didn't get home till late that night.