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"In that case," Chef growled to Dude, "The only thing YEW'LL be eatin' for two weeks is unthawed vegetables with extra broccoli!" HA. You will have your peas'n'carrots and enjoy them, sukka!

Chef looked up at Chris, tilting his head to one side. "Yew sure man? If ah get up..." He trailed off, waving to the trapped intern Dude beneath his boot. "If yew say so, ah will."

"Hokie dokie man!" Chef replied cheerfully, stepping off Dude and heading towards the back. He didn't think Chris was strong enough to move the tables back into position, so he figured the back door was easier. "Yew wanna come with me man? Dun think yew wanna hang around with 'im here, y'know? And speakin of -" Chef returned to Dude and tried to pick him up, intending to drag him out with him. "Yew aren't gonna stay here, neither!"

Chef dragged the unfortunate intern with him, stopping to make sure the fireplace was still lit and would continue to burn for quite some time. Why did his kitchen have a fireplace? Sometimes a man just wanted a good ol'fashioned spit-roasted pig. Honestly! Why do you campers have to keep asking? 's not like you'll get any anyway.

Chef opened the door for Chris and followed after him, locking it behind him before dumping Dude onto the ground. "There yew go, ah hope yew'll look forward to yer frozen veggies later," he growled, then began walking towards the supply shed area.

"Sweeps likes ta hang around here... Hopefully he's not locked inside th'shed we need, y'know?"

Fluffy was okay, because with Fluffy was Chef's squirtgun! Granted it was in the next room over, but they could probably shout to each other pretty well. ...Hey, didn't Chef leave his oven on too? Oh sh-



"Beats the 'ell outta me man," Chef grumped. "Ah dumped them into the intern program as soon as they were old enough man! If ah had hair, ah'd have lost it by nao. When that one's not bein hyper, the other's tryin to hog mah attention!" Doting father Chef was not. At least when Chris was looking. Chef couldn't help it if he spoiled his kids here and there occasionally...

Another Audio was there when they approached the shed, though he was preoccupied with trying to pick the lock than pay attention to them.

When he's tied up and sleeping, of course! Granted, sometimes Chef had to use a sack... but thankfully that was only when Dude was around. The first time Dude went missing, Chef had a minor heart attack until he realized that Chris didn't really check on them that often, so he could get away with the excuse that he was outside playing.

...What? Don't look at him like that, it worked!

"[FOGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORN]! What the [foghorn] Dude yew just messed me uuuuup!" Sweeps whined, scrambling to recover his hat and kick his sibling off of him. "I almost had it opened too and YEW RUINED IIIIIT!"

Chef sighed. The dramatics of a host were bad enough, but add in his pottymouth with drama and you get Sweeps. Great.

"No yer not! Ah told yew that ah need time to do this sort of thing but noooo! Yew just HAVE to butt in and try to take all of MY glory for yourself! You're so greedy and self-centered!" Sweeps whined, standing up and actually stomping his heel while growling at his brother.

When Chris spoke, Sweeps turned, looked, glared, joined his brother in a "NO!" and went right back to whining and growling at said brother.

Chef probably would have pointed out that if Chris wasn't busy hosting shows, he'd probably have more authority. But the large audio came swiftly to the conclusion that he had as much authority as Chris did, so he settled for stomping over to the two and picking them both up by their tails, glaring. "NAO will yew two shut up?!"

"I wouldn't be this way if yew weren't such a jerk!" Sweeps replied, ignoring Chris and Chef in favor of crossing his arms and sulking. "Yew keep ruining everything! It's all yer fault!"

Chef gave the pair of them a shake, growling. "OI YEW MAGGOTS YEW SHADDUP AND LISSEN HERE AIGHT? Yew! Sweeps! Wut were yew doin soldier an' yew, Dude! Why th' hell are yew still followin us?!"

Sweeps continued to sulk, thrusting out his lower lip in a pout. He didn't look like he was going to say anything anytime soon.

At that, with a growl and roar of challenge Sweeps lunged at his brother, causing Chef to nearly lose his balance. "I'MMA GET CHU YEW [FOGHORNING] [FOGHORN] of a [FOGHORN]!"

"Aw HELL naw!" Chef swore, trying to keep them seperated. "Chris-man!" Pfffffthaha, as if he'd help!