MUUUNGG!
an old grouchy lady voice boomed at the Mung Daal catering company.
"Did you hear something?" Mung Daal, the blue cook with the long nose, inquired. He was at his work area when he was startled by the sudden call.
Then behind him, a brown burly creature in a white apron popped up,
"Rada? Rada?" it said with a low toned manly voice.
"Must be the neighbors, Schnitzel!" Mung Shrugged, "Let's proceed with our kitchen activity"
Schnitzel saluted, went back on his knees, and ate Mung's crusty asshole.
The dried gritty poop around the twisting rim of Mung's bunghole gave it a crisped look, like deep fried calamari.
Schnitzel licked on the hard analhole, circling his tongue around the rim edges like a race car completing multiple laps, moistening the thick crust consisting of clumps of toilet paper pieces, corn bits and obviously, feces.
"Hehe, Better slow down, Shnitz!" Mung Daal screeched, "You keep doing that, I'll shit"
"Mmhm Radaaaa... " The brown creature moaned. Hearing the word "Shit" aroused him even more. Schnitzel was a scatman; hell, his skin color and texture are as brown and rough as a turd. He's literally a living constipation.
But then the door burst open, and a scary flying old hag with her enormous mushroom hat and green sleeveless shirt swooped in; face all velvety with rage, Fumes ejecting out both of her ears.
"Mung, you deaf wanker!" she bellowed a dominant yell, "What are you doing? You should be cooking, yeah?"
"Don't you remember, Truffles... we ain't got no order as of the moment!"
Truffles groaned and reached into her pink bulbous mushroom hat for a flyer. She swung it around in front of her husband to remind him of the news. Mung, on the other hand, just tilted his head in bewilderment.
"Gordon Ramsey is in town!" Yelled Truffles.
"Oh shit! Ramsey you say!?" Mung repeated.
The blue man began to perspire heavily. He'd forgotten about the celebrity chef's visit. A chef of his caliber should never let such important knowledge pass him by. He yanked Schnitzel's lips out of his asshole, separating them with a slicky pop.
"Sorry Schnitz! Now's not the time for rimjobs!" Mung Daal apologized as he rushed towards the stairs to summon his apprentice, leaving Schnitzel on the floor limp dick'd and saddened for he wasn't able to finish what they started.
Chowder's room had a soothing view. The huge expansion of industry were depicted by city skylines and industrial smoke. The scenery was literally throwing itself at Chowder to look upon.
Chowder the purple bear cat rabbit thing, however, chose to wank it while inhaling the stench of his pet fart cloud, Kimchi, rather than actually appreciating the view.
The street activities below were clear as daylight and the crowd awaiting the passage of Chef Ramsey were even ignored.
"Chowdah my lad!" an awkward voice crack echoed below the stairwell.
Chowder instantly hid his family jewels - as if that'll help, he walks around pantless, and acted all natural as he stood like a disciplined student, waiting for his teacher to reach the zenith of the stairs.
Once Mung arrived at the peak, he enthusiastically informed his apprentice of the grand news.
"Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Ramsey's here!" Chowder hopped around with ignorant passion most apprentice have, "Wait? Whos Gordon Ramsey?"
"Chowdah that's Blasphemous! Gordon Ramsey's not only a celebrity but the best chef in the world!" Mung informed, forming an imaginary globe in the air with his hands and arms to exaggerate his excited words. His inner fanboy escaped him as he educated his stupid fat student of the fabled British chef.
Based from Mung's lecture, Gordon Ramsey is said to travel around the world and visit cities every hundred years or so to criticize every chef's cooking. Those who can please his exceedingly strict and assholish taste buds will be regarded as the greatest in their respective cities. Ramsey's pretentious ass just so happens to be passing by Chowder and Mung's hometown, Marzipan City. The news of his arrival aroused a frenzy of activity among the city's cooks, who dashed back and forth between food markets, seeking to stock up on the freshest and most tender items for their upcoming meals. The scarcity of recipes sold grew with each passing minute. Mung, too, would be left with rotten, spoilt ingredients if he wastes any more time.
"Hurry Chowdah! Accompany me to the market and purchase the finest ingredients in Marzipan City!" Mung yelled a command coming deep from his chest as he slid down the stairwell rails. Chowder later followed suit.