Food Fighters – Battle for the Kitchen
Chapter 1: The Armies Rise
It was just a normal day in an ordinary American household, the Cook family who had no real expectations, just living life the way it runs. There were two boys in the family Gordon and Bobby, who had different views of their favorite foods and how to cook. Gordon liked his treat food to be real high class and with variety, while Bobby liked his treat food to be quick and simple, even if it was greasy. One day at the dinner table the two in a friendly bicker decided to declare what their five favorite treat foods were.
"If I were to pick five, mine would be hamburgers, chicken legs, donuts, ice cream, and pizza!" declared Gordon.
"Is that so? Mine are hotdogs, french fries, pancakes, chocolate chip cookies, and tacos!" replied Bobby.
"Okay boys, that's enough, no squabbling at the dinner table!" their mother shouted in an assertive manner.
After dinner, the boys headed straight for their bedroom and looked out at the window, the moon was full, a beautiful sight. Just then, the boys saw a shooting star zoom past the moon. The boys both wished that there would be a battle for food supremacy at one point, at least from the perspectives of young boys with overactive imaginations. The boys slept tight thinking about it all in their heads.
At around midnight, with the kitchen window clear showing the night sky, one star lit up in the sky, and then out of nowhere a strange beam of light entered the kitchen, and strange phenomenon occurred. The refrigerator began to glow a white light as if from the inside, and then the door opened up by itself. The first thing that happened was inside of a fast-food bag, it began to shake and then fall over on its side, and a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, ketchup, cheese and a regular meat patty wriggled out, as soon as it made its escape, it began to develop some anthropomorphic features; eyes, nose, arms, legs, and a general's hat. Just a few seconds later after that from a metal container with a plastic lid, a chicken leg began to wriggle about and then hoisted itself upward, bone end up and meat end facing downward, pushing the lid off. It then began to sprout arms, legs, a face, and an army helmet, then escaped from its habitat. In the level up above, there was a pizza box, partially open and, like the chicken container, had some activity, a lone slice of pizza with mushrooms and pepperoni rose up on its own, point end up with crust on the bottom, and then sprouted arms, legs, and a face, though one of its eyes was covered by a lone pepperoni, and an army helmet. Up in the freezer section, sitting on a small rack was a cone of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, which wiggled out of its hold and then sprouted arms, legs, a face, and a military helmet. Finally outside of the refrigerator to the left on the counter, was a box of donuts, one of them, a chocolate one with chocolate frosting, stood upright and then sprouted arms, legs, a face and an army helmet. Once that was all done, the five foods, traveled outside, to meet at one end of the counter, as that happened weapons formed in their hands, a few had handguns, the rest had machine guns.
Just as the quintet met, a similar phenomenon was happening, in the refrigerator at one point a hotdog in a bun started to sprout arms, legs, eyes, and a tongue, plus a campaign hat on top. Next to that incident was a box of french fries which immediately sprouted arms, legs, and face though the eyes were a pair of shades and on top of one fry was a black army helmet. In the level above it, was a bag of small manufactured pancakes which began to sprout arms, legs, and a face in between the pancakes and then develop some syrup on top, then forced its way out. Then on the same level, a lone taco with meat, cheese, and a bit of lettuce and salsa ,sprouted arms, legs, and a face in one area where there was visible meat and in that area a black military helmet. Outside of the refrigerator in a box of chocolate chip cookies, one lone cookie, the biggest of the bunch stood upright and like the rest sprouted arms, legs, a face, and a black army helmet. Once the transformation was complete, it joined the other 4 junk food in the refrigerator.
While that was happening the other 5 junk food were discussing some important matters. The hamburger was the leader of the troop, and promoted each of the others to different ranks. The chicken leg was considered a Lieutenant, the donut a major, the ice cream cone a sergeant, and the pizza a private, not that ranks mattered to the last one.
"We've been chosen for a very good reason gentlemen!" commanded the hamburger. "Other junk food have risen in the kitchen and even though we're kind of junk food too, we must protect the kitchen and all other inhabitants from those Refrigerator Rejects, for that's our job as Kitchen Commandos!" The other four joined in a little hoo-rah in approval raising their fists with their non-weapon arms.
"Yes sir! All these precious breads and produce need our help, they could do with an extra kick General Burgerdier!" added the chicken leg.
"Affirmative, Lt. Legg! We'll need to do whatever it takes to defend the innocent food or human, that Gordon boy knows his stuff!"
"I'M READY TO ROLL THEM REJECTS OVER!" bellowed the donut.
"Easy there Major Munch." counterd the ice cream cone. "We'll need a good strategy to stop them in their tracks."
"And don't forget a little touch of crazy innovation!" added the pizza slice.
"Very Good, Sergeant Scoop, Private Pizza!" barked General Burgerdier. "Yes we'll be needing those, but first and foremost we need to establish a base in this here kitchen. I've been thinking that this sink, at least underneath shall be perfect!" With that, the Kitchen Commandos marched their way to the underneath of the sink.
Meanwhile, in the refrigerator, the other 5 junk food were discussing their plans.
"Our priority is to dominate the kitchen at any cost!" yelled the hotdog in a cold manner like a drill instructor.
"Yes sir Mean Wiener! It's time to show who's boss!" added the box of french fries.
"Well said Fat Frenchy!" replied the stack of pancakes, though the french fry box didn't like being called that.
"Those Kitchen Commandos are gonna feel the burn!" added the taco.
"Their bullets won't faze me!" finished the cookie.
"A strong plan is needed to slip up any resistance that comes our way!" grinned Mean Wiener in a cold voice. "I think you should start off strong Short Stack, your syrup and butter would be a great way to keep them Commandos from foiling us!" he turned to the stack of pancakes. "Though should they start off with a distance offense, Chip the Ripper, should take the rear, your hard shell would be good. And should they break through, Taco Terror should repel them with his hot breath. Okay boys, take your positions and let's cause some mischief!" With that the troop exited the refrigerator to see what havoc they could cause first, they spotted a bread bin on the counter. In a matter of seconds the troop began smearing whatever they could all over the first loaf of bread they could find, with grease, syrup, salsa, or even mustard. The Kitchen Commandos heard what was going on and taking up whatever arms they had, charged out of the cabinet underneath the sink, climbed up and spotted the trouble.
"Stop right there Mean Wiener!" barked Burgerdier General, his troops were ready for action with their firearms. Mean Wiener and his troops turned to the Commandos, but they were unafraid, stepping off, ready for combat.
"Try to stop us Burgerdier! This kitchen belongs to the Refrigerator Rejects!" answered Mean Wiener maliciously. With that Chip the Ripper came up first, while Short Stack pretended to slip over onto his head and grease up the counter with his syrup. The Commandos fired first, but the pellets just bounced harmlessly off of Chip's body. Lt. Legg was irritated at having his shots not faze the enemy and then charged forward, followed by the rest of the Commandos. He then jumped up and then delivered a mighty kick to Chip which sent him flying, the rest of the Commandos caught up and then resumed charging forward, but no sooner did they do that, then they slipped on the syrup caused by Short Stack. The syrup also caused the Commandos to get sticky, trapping the arms and legs, making recovery difficult. Up stepped Taco Terror and then unleashed his hot sauce breath on the Commandos, Burgerdier, Legg, and Munch started coughing at the burning sensation. Scoop and Pizza were unaffected by it though, Scoop took off some of his ice cream and flung it at the mouth of Taco Terror, neutralizing the breath. Pizza then freed his right arm which held his machine gun and started shooting pellets at Taco Terror, then the rest of the Rejects, who were sent fleeing.
"Retreat! Retreat!" shouted Mean Wiener, the rest of the Rejects followed suit as Private Pizza flung a garlic grenade which stank up the place, the Rejects couldn't take the smell as they fled into the refrigerator. The rest of the Commandos got liberated from the syrup and celebrated their victory, fists and weapons high.
"Well done men! Now let's clean up the mess these Rejects made before the humans wake up then we can retreat to our base..." ordered Burgerdier.
"Yes sir!" the rest said in unison. With that, the Commandos found a paper towel and a sponge to clean up the greasy mess made by the Rejects which took a few minutes working together, and then retreated to their base down below. The quintet held a little meeting down amongst the cleaners, sponges and other things.
"That was good boys, but let's not get too lax, because they'll learn and get meaner!" said Burgerdier.
"How would we know how to foil their next set of plans?" asked Sergeant Scoop.
"WE COULD HAVE ROLLED THEM OVER IF WE HAD KNOWN ABOUT THEIR SLIP UP PLAN!" bellowed Major Munch.
"Guess I charged in too early, I'll learn next time sir, my mistake…." Lt. Legg grieved a bit.
"At least they don't like my garlic grenades!"
"True, true, but we can't afford any more weaknesses or excuses men!" barked Burgerdier. "If we're to hold them off, we'll need to scope out their plans and then formulate a counter plan. I have a feeling we might lose a few, but even so we need to stay focused! They'll strike again men, but for now let's rest." With that the Kitchen Commandos rested under the sink.
Meanwhile, in the refrigerator the Rejects were contemplating their defeat.
"Guess we underestimated the Commandos, but perhaps whatever we plan for next night it better work as our trial to dominate the kitchen shall continue!" Mean Wiener announced, the rest of the Rejects joined in….