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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:54 pm
Chef needed to add "nanny" to his work resume. At least the other one wasn't like this one, granted the other one also wanted to go to acting school but nooo Chris didn't want competition, and Chef was sure as hell NOT going to throw money away like that! Hrmph.
Another, better pancake was produced. This one was offered to Chris. The crispy-crunchy pancake, however, was offered to Dude.
"Hmph. This is great," he grumbled. "Now what'll be next?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:57 am
Dude snatched up the crispy-crunchy pancake and merrily ate it, tail wagging and banging against a cupboard door.
Damn right he didn't want competition, not that -anyone- could be as awesome as he was. He just didn't want to take the risk, so there!
"Hrmph, maybe we can throw Annabel at the rioting interns."
Snickering, the host went about fixing up his awesome pancake and omnoming it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:30 pm
Annabel? Now there was a thought. Chef hadn't seen her lately, and given her attitude towards him he wasn't surprised. In fact, he was a bit hurt -- he went through all the trouble of getting her the best of the intern uniforms AND get her a tin-can to use as an intern cellphone (as per Chris' orders) and how did she reply? A hissyfit sulkfest followed by a refusal to eat the premium intern food he made in her honor of joining the ranks.
He couldn't help but to wonder, and give voice to his thoughts: "What if Annabel started it? Considerin' that this whole thing didn't start soon after she joined up an' all, she could've been the reason that they all started hootin'n'hollerin' sah."
It was just a thought of his. He was making too much noise to hear Chris' interview with the producers earlier, and thus was completely wrong about the whole thing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:36 pm
"Nu uh dude."
Thankfully he swallowed the bit of pancake he had been eating before continuing.
"Producers started it, after the nice little meeting we had this morning. Unless they called -her- up to she wasn't in on it. And maaaan they weren't very happy to know she's around, so I kinda doubt they called her up..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:40 pm
Chef froze. "The producers man? Seriously? Man! They just don't know how to cut a guy a break," he whined, his ears drooping ever so slightly. "This isn't good. The producers... huh! I gotta hand it to'em," he perked up, swishing his tail in a slow wag. "They really got us this time, heh heh!"
He flipped another pancake and offered it to Chris, then returned to his stove. "Hmm... I dunno man. 's your call how you wanna proceed."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:59 pm
"I would prefer they hadn't -got us-, ya know Chef-man?"
Chris was not amused. Chris was not amused in the least. The god damn producers were a rather sore topic for him. The host grumbled (sadly even), and took the new pancake.
"Maybe just releasing Dude would be the best..."
He -was- crazy afterall.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:41 pm
Chef looked at Dude. Then he looked at Chris. Then back to Dude. "Yew sure man?" He asked slowly, looking back and forth between them. "Are yew sure about that? Ah mean, it's one thing to strap him with stink bombs and another ta trust that he'd blow'em up AT the trailer. What'd yew have in mind man?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:05 pm
Chris held up a paw in a gesture of 'I got this dude' and turned to address the other.
"Oh Duuuuude..."
He only continued once the young intern had glanced up, pancake hanging from his mouth like a chew toy.
"We have a little -job- for you...and if you manage to do this correctly I'll let you borrow a boat~"
And by boat he meant a tiny dingy that could barely stay afloat. He figured Dude wouldn't mind.
"SIR YES SIR!"
Damn, that sent the pancake to the ground. NO MATTER! It was quickly snatched back up and shoved in his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:33 pm
Chef's jaw dropped at the speed at which Chris brought Dude to heal. Where he had to do it with threats, Chris just needed to offer one little thing...!
Chef turned back to the stove top and sulked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:07 pm
And this is why -he- was the host! Take THAT Chef-man, not so easy to do this job now is it?
While Dude scarfed his pancake, Chris turned back to Chef...even if said Chef was ignoring him in favor of the stove.
"So now that's taken care of...now what?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:09 pm
Chef bets he could do Chris' job just as well as he could! Just, uh, don't give him cue cards or anything man. Just don't.
"Ah dunno, yew and Fluffy are the ones who came up with th'idea in the first place!" Chef replied, still sulking over his crisping breakfast cakes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:14 pm
Chris could read those cue cards and chop up Chef's stupid onions any day of the week!
"Yeah but...-you're- the one that said you wanted to eat breakfast first man, so...why aren't you eating with me?"
And sure enough, there was still a pancake left on his place, and one rather expectant look from the host directed at his Cheffy friend.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:24 pm
Zing! Chris got him there. Chef finished cooking the last pancake, tossed it to Dude, then shuffled obediently to Chris' side. He sighed, picked up the last cold pancake and began chewing on it. "Mrrph mrrgle mrph." He declared, looking dourly at Dude before shifting his attention back to Chris.
"Ready now sah," he announced, pulling the napkin over to look at it again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 7:00 am
Chalk another one up for the host!
Dude content with his pancake (he was currently on his back, gnawing away at the deliciousness), Chris reached over to gesture at the napkin as they talked.
"If we send Dude in here to smoke them out, you and me can set up position over here and...do something. I dunno. Paintballs? It'd be kinda hilarious man."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:24 pm
Chef rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. "Ah'm pretty sure the paintballs are stored in shed number three," he mused, "Sept ah dunno where yew put the key. Ah mean, as long as it's not in yer trailer or anything... Hm. What else aside from paintball guns? Nets? Traps? Round'em up again an' dump'em into Scott's shark pit?"
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