--- Wyldesyde <wyldesyde_at_telus.net> wrote:
> I can imagine it. the only thing I can't imagine is
> what recipe's they'd try...
> -----Original Message-----
> From: payne_brandon [mailto:payne_brandon_at_yahoo.ca]
> Can any of you out there imagine for a moment Lori,
> Natasha, and Onyx hosting a cooking show?
Damn it! This is how the ideas for my fan-fiction get
started. Haven't really time for this now, but since
you've started me!
I think the receipe try thing would degrade into an
argument to the effect of:
"You did that wrong, you should have put that bit in
first." Lori accuses Onyx.
"No, but it says here you do it THIS way." Onyx jabs a
claw at a splattered receipe book.
"Yeah, but we aren't up to that bit. What happened to
the rolling pin?" Natasha asks.
"Search me!" shrugs Lori.
"Good idea..." frown the other two.
"Maybe you should taste test first..." Lori flicks a
spoonful of 'stuff' at Natasha. The icky goo dribbles
down her chest.
Natasha is not impressed. "Oh no! YOU should taste
it!" grabbing a paw full of concoction from the bowl
and flinging it at Lori. It hits Lori in the face,
splattering over a startled Onyx who is standing next
to her.
"NNNnnghghrrrrrRRRRRR!!! Take that!" Onyx hurls a paw
full at each sister.
The sisters glare at each other, then make a mad rush
for the mixing bowl. Food and fur flys in the ensuing
struggle... Needless to say, Jim is NOT happy when
returning home and seeing the outcome. Stepping
through the door, Jim is hit square in the face but a
lump of sticky stuff. It drips from his beard onto
his shirt. Despite his new 'make-over', Jim's facial
colour change is still apparent. The red flush
contrasting nicely with the brown of the cake mix and
white of his clenched teeth.
"WHAT is going on here???" Jim demanded, more to get
attention than an answer. His tighly curled fists
suggesting far more than mild annoyance.
Three skunks stop their antics and turn to face their
minder. "We were making a cooking video..." offers
Natasha, gesturing to the food splattered cam-corder
sitting on a tripod in one corner of the kitchen.
A lump of 'cooking' drips from the ceiling, landing on
the floor with a sodden splat. All four look at the
fallen mass, the girls waiting for Jim to break the
silence.
"Well, we had takeout last night. And until I get
paid at the end of the week, we can't afford to have
it again. So either you three" pointing an accusing
finger "clean this mess so _I_ can cook some tea, or
you'll all be sent to bed without!" Jim fumed.
"Yes Jim..." the skunks replied in demur unison,
sticky, matted tails hanging down behind them.
Jim turned and stormed out of the kitchen, muttering
things to the effect of "Every time I am not
looking..." and "Why me!".
"Told you we should have put that other stuff in
first." starts Lori.
"Shut UP and GRAB a SPONGE!" emphasises Natasha.
"We could use the hose..." suggests Onyx.
Scrapper, Black Dragon, who'd love to write fan-fics
all day, but doesn't get paid for that... :-(
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Received on Tue Apr 09 2002 - 15:40:38 CDT