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MadHouse Episode 7: Where the hell are my cats........?
*The scene opens up with Andrew standing outside the kitchen door, the camera shaking slightly and gong in and out of focus every so often*
Andrew: Hey boys and girls, Andrew here opening up MadHouse episode 7 for ya guys cause Chris can’t, after everyone recovered from his pranks, we gathered together and beat him to a pulp, right now he’s in intensive care in the MadHouse care center.
Cameraman: Or my bedroom
Andrew: Yes, previously known as Rygeor’s bedroom.
Rygeor: But my stuff is still in there, and so are my bats
Andrew: Really.............well hopefully they don’t bug him
*From another part of the house Chris can be heard screaming*
Chris: OH MY GAWD.
Andrew: I just wanna say I had no part in putting him in that room, I was only responsible for juicing part of his foot. ANYWAYS, back to the story at hand, Chris had a script all written out that he wanted me to repeat but it was boring, it only explained the meaning of life and S**t like that so I threw that out and made my own segment, ANDREW AND ACTION CAMERAMAN’S ADVENTURES.
Rygeor: Dude they know it’s me, stop calling me action cameraman.
Andrew: Quiet Action Cameraman, we must make sure that our presence remains unbeknownst to today’s subject.
Rygeor: you mean chef right?
*Andrew looks directly into the camera lens*
Andrew: No I mean el cheffa cabra.
Rygeor: I can already see that this is going to go horribly wrong.
Andrew: Come now Action Cameraman, we’ll go enter the belly of the beast.
Rygeor: BEAST WHAT BEAST, YOU SAID YOU JUST WANTED ME TO FILM SOME SH*T!!
*Andrew reaches over and covers the lens of the camera, then quietly whispers*
Andrew: God dammit Rygeor it’s a figure of speech.
Rygeor: You know covering the lens doesn’t mute it.....
Andrew: Really?.......GOD DAMMIT, whatever we’ll edit it out later.
*A red sign is clearly visible in the bottom of the screen that says live*
Andrew: now action cameraman onwards to discovery and glory.
Rygeor: and a whole lotta other sh*t.........
*The two enter the kitchen, Andrew crawling on his stomach with Rygeor following closely behind*
Andrew: follow me quietly Action Cameraman, we must present this discovery to the world.
Rygeor: WHAT DISCOVERY WE’RE IN THE KITCHEN!!!
Andrew: shhhhhhh, the beast is near, listen
*Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop*
Rygeor: Whats that noise.
Andrew: *in an Australian accent* Croike, that must be the beast over ther’
Rygeor: What’s with the accent?
Andrew: *in an Australian accent* what accent, anyways stop ditractin’ me an’ take a gander over ther’.
*The two hoist themselves up so that they can barely see over the counters, Rygeor puts the camera up on the counter to show the audience a scene with chef chopping onions, wearing a pink frilly apron, and reading out of a cook book*
Chef: A Julia Child, you truly do make meals a bon appétit.
Rygeor: well this is a scene I could have lived without ever witnessing.
Andrew: ya I know, what a dumbass, everyone knows that bon appétit mean good appétit not good meal.
Rygeor:.........so what next.
Andrew: *in an Australian accent* we head out mate, next we’ll scavenge out the fountain of everlasting life.
Rygeor: does this kitchen have one of those.
Andrew: *in an Australian accent* this ain’ no kitchen mate, this here is a temple of the gods.
Rygeor: Ok are you high or something
Andrew: no just the bloods still rushing out of my head after yesterday, will could barely move cause he was vertical, I was only 75 degrees.
Rygeor: Great the nutcase is even more cracked.
Andrew: *in an Australian accent* onwards mate
*The two get back on their bellies and crawl past chef and into the freezer room, Andrew stops and stares, only to have Rygeor bump into him and drop the camera, making a loud crash*
*In the other room*
Chef: Ah Julie if only you had taught how to create kibbles for kitties, then I could bribe those cats to tell everyone that they can talk.
Andre: What cats you talkin’ bout cheffy?
Mika: Ya you know other talkin’ cats besides us?
Chef: GAH, WHERE’D YOU TWO COME FROM, AND WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST*counts on fingers* 5 EPISODES!!!!
Andre: Talking cat conference!
Mika: Ya happens every year around this time, at the Kodak theatre.
Chef: Wait.....there’s more of you....
Andre: Oh ya Andrew’s has taught millions of cats to talk
Chef: WHAT!!!!!*CRASH* hold that thought, someone’s in the storage room.
*Chef grabs a meat tenderizer and heads to the storage room*
Mika: what did we learn at the conference anyways?
Andre: How to bother in house chefs even more.
*Back in the storage room*
Rygeor: God dammit Andrew
*Rygeor picks up the camera and steadies it, looking around the room for Andrew, only to find him bear hugging what appears to be a brown fridge*
Rygeor: Dude, what are you doing.
Andrew: *in a Russian accent* Ve have vound vat ve vere zerching vore.
Rygeor: REALLY, THERE REALLY IS A FOUNTAIN OF LIFE IN HERE.
*Rygeor runs up and point the camera at the fridge, only to drop his jaw seconds later*
Rygeor: That says chocolate milk.....
Andrew: *In a pirate accent* Aye matey, one of the worlds most precious treasures it be.
Rygeor: YOU MADE ME SNEAK PAST CHEF TO FIND A FAKE FOUNTAIN!!!!
*From the doorway*
???: oh you found a fountain alright
*Andrew and Rygeor turn to face the door, to see chef hefting an over sized, over spiked meat tenderizer*
Chef: A FOUNTAIN OF YOUR OWN BLOOD!
Rygeor: MOMMY!!
Andrew: *In a Shakespearean tone* we have nothing to fear but fear itself.
*Chef lets the tenderizer drop to the floor, he then lifts it again to show a massive crater with holes dotting it*
Andrew: Ok and his tenderizer to, RUN!!
*The two run to the back of the storage room, realizing they’re cornered they turn to see Chef slowly advancing towards them, winding up a swing*
Andrew: *In a British accent* we seem to have gotten ourselves into a bit of a pickle.
Rygeor: Shut it and blow a hole through this wall.
Andrew: *In a British accent* I can’t do that my boy.
Rygeor: WHAT WHY NOT!!!
Andrew: *In a British accent* it could damage the chocolate milk, and I couldn’t bear to do that Action Camera Man.
Chef: HERE’S CHEFFY.
*Chef swings the tenderizer*
Andrew: *In a British accent* DUCK ACTION CAMERA MAN
*Andrew drops down and sweeps Rygeors feet out from under him, dropping him to the floor seconds before the tenderizer would have hit him, instead letting it smash into the wall, destroying it*
Rygeor: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!!!
Andrew: *In a Spanish Accent* I have not only saved your life, but managed to provide an exit, let us go.
*the two get up, run through the massive crater in the wall, and down the hallway*
Rygeor: Wow I can’t believe that we actually got away from him.
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* the game is still afoot, stay sharp Action Camera Man.
*From down the hall a roar is heard and as the camera is pointed back down the hallway, the viewers can see chef charging towards the pair*
Rygeor: OH SHIZZNIT
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* RUN ACTION CAMERA MAN RUN.
*The two bolt down the hallway and turn right, at the end of the new hallway one of the rollercoaster tracks can be seen*
Andrew: *Schwartznager impression* Run with me if you want to live Action Camera Man.
Rygeor: WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO I HAVE?
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* what time is it ACC
Rygeor uh about 11:30.
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* Good we can still make tea time, but more importantly that means James and Will’s morning ride is in progress.
*They reach the tracks, Chef has just reached the opposite end of their hallway and is running towards them*
Rygeor: WAIT WHY ARN’T WE RUNNING
Andrew: *In a German Accent* If my calculations are correct, the train should be here in 5 seconds.
Rygeor: and if they’re wrong.
Andrew: * In a Russian accent* Then chef beat us like wife beat men in Russia, hard and fast.
Rygeor: ah, DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS, HE’S ALMOST HERE.
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* 3
*Chef slows down and winds up to swing*
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* 2
*Chef enters the distance required to hit Rygeor*
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* 1
*Andrew sticks out his hand, closing it on the hand rail of the rollercoaster as it flys by, with the other hand grabbing the back of Rygeor’s shirt, the hammer crashes down where Rygeor once was*
Rygeor: WE’RE ALIVE!
Andrew: *Sherlock impression* it was elementary my dear Watson.
Rygeor: Oh just shut up already.
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* Well whatever we’d better get in the car before the next drop *knocks on the glass* HEY WILL LET US IN.
*Will face presses up against the glass, he then looks around, spots Andrew and Rygeor, pulls them in and sits back down*
Andrew: *gangster accent* Thanks my brother, dunno how much longer me and Action Cameraman could hang out there.
Will: Oh it was absolutely no trouble at all my bestest buddy in the wholest wide worldest.
*from the front seat*
Rygeor: What the hell’s with him?
James: Oh apparently having all the blood rush to his head makes him say the opposite of what he wants to, he wrote it out for me.
Will: Thats not it my bestest buddy in the whole wide world.
Rygeor: Wait doesn’t that mean he wants to kill us?
Andrew: *In a 007 voice* It would seem that this is the situation he faces
James: Whats with the spy?
Rygeor: Oh he keeps throwing on these different accents, but he’s been sticking to the 007 one for a bit
Andrew: *Hillbilly accent* Dam Skippy Mr. Action Camera Man
Rygeor:........
James: Hey is that chef riding a mine cart.
Rygeor: WHAT WERE.
*Behind the rollercoaster cart, chef was riding in a miniature mine cart waving the tenderizer about*
Rygeor: SH*T, SH*T, SH*T
Will: OH LOOK HE WANTS TO PLAY.
James: Why is he chasing you?
Rygeor: Long story short, Andrew’s an idiot.
James: ahhhhhhhh.
*From outside the car*
Chef: I’M GONNA GET YOU ALL MUHAHAHA
*Inside the car*
Andrew: *in a British accents* Oi, that bloke is gonna go off and bloody well mess up me Rolly Coaster, now I can’t have that can I.
Will: I don’t give a F**K about what you wanna do, and I’m not gonna F**KIN help you stop him.
Andrew: *in a British accents* I’ll take that as a yes, Will, the hellfire launcher if you will.
*Will produces a large missile launcher from almost no where and hands it to Andrew, the chase has now exited the house and has sailed outwards into the front yard of the house*
Andrew: *In a British Accent* Pop the lid Will.
Will: I don’t wanna
*Will opens up the lid of the rollercoaster*
James: ...........
Rygeor: .............I can’t wait till they’re back to their usual selves.
Andrew: *In a British accent* okay then, I got 100 shots to get chef, here we GO.
*Bam x 100*
*100 missiles sail towards chef, all in random trajectories*
Chef: Holy............
Andrew: *Dr. Robotnik impression* OH HOHOHOHOHOHO, TRY TO SURVIVE THAT SONI- I MEAN CHEF.
Rygeor: So was going to say sonic.
James: Most defiantly sonic.
Andrew: *Dr. Robotnik impression* SHUT IT.
*Meanwhile all the missiles had flown off course missing chef, instead they ravaged the gardens below*
Chef: NOOOOOO MY GARDEN YOU’LL PAY.
*Chef’s cart quickly gained speed, closing the gap to the point where he could reach with the tenderizer*
Rygeor: HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE.
James: YA ACTION CAMERAMAN’S RIGHT ITS JUST A MINE CART.
Chef: FUELED BY MY HATRED AND ANGER TOWARDS YOU FU-*BOOM*
*Chef’s mine cart combusts sending him sprawling into the gardens below*
Andrew: *in a monk like tone* his hatred was so great that it consumed him.
Will: Yes I didn’t stop him at all with my not so secret technique: air combustion.
*Everyone just blankly stares at Will as the cart continued on*
*After the ride*
Andrew: Whew, its good to be back to myself.
Will: Yup
Rygeor: *Guh* it was probably that vertical helix through the center of the earth that did it.
Andrew: Funny thing is that I don’t remember building that, David musta added it.
*In his room in the basement, viewing the security cameras, David turns away from the console and faces the audience*
David: No I didn’t.
*Back outside*
Andrew: ah whatever it was fun.
James: I jazzed my pants a few times when those zombie lava monsters attacked.
*SLAP*
James: OWWWWWWW
Rygeor: Bad James.
*Once inside, the intercom went off, broadcasting Chris’s voice*
Chris: All contestants please report to the lounge area A.S.A.P.
Andrew: OH NO HE’S GONNA KILL US!!!
Will: No he’s gonna kill you, me and James we’re bystanders.
James: yup, I was, you gave him the rocket launcher.
Will: NO I DIDN’T, it was a missile launcher, big difference.
James:........
*They all entered the lounge area, to see all the other contestants, a heavily bandaged Chris, David, and a extremely charred Chef*
David: what the hell you get hit by chef.
Chef: I don’t wanna talk about it.
David: Geez someone’s an a**
Chris: Ok contestants*tries to stand up but fails* today’s challenge is a bit easier, the cooking challenge.
Jill: ......WAH!!
Chris: We want all of you to go out and prepare a rare meal for us, the judges, this can be done in teams of two or separately, but you need a meal by 6:00 tonight, so ready set GO.
Carter:...................CHANGE PLACES.
*Everyone runs around then out the room, with will spring boarding of the bandaged Chris’s stomach, causing him to spit up blood*
Chris: HABAGACK
*Outside in part of the backyard where there’s a large forest Loyde is standing beside a large bush, a few minutes later, Carter pops out of the bush wearing nothing but a loincloth and carrying a primitive spear*
Carter: so remind me why I’m doing this
Loyde: because we teamed up since neither of us can cook, and our logic is that two non-cooks make a cook.
Carter: Oh I remember that part; just don’t know why I’m wearing this loincloth.
Loyde: well we need to catch something to cook that’s rare, and since Andrew and David built part of the roller coaster in here, there must have been something biological ad rare that was created.
Carter: WHY AM I WEARING THE LOINCLOTH.
Loyde: I’m the brains you’re the brawn, and if you use your usual methods, anything you catch will go bad, so we’re going back to the basics, Stone Age basics.
Carter: ......fine, but do you seriously think that something rare will be here?
Loyde: knowing Andrew and David, if there isn’t we’d probably have seen the end of the world.
*Rustle*
Loyde: *GASP* Carter in those bushes look.
Carter: I know I got it.
*Carter sneaks over to the bush, then jumps into it, the bush thrashes around a bit, does a few jumps, a few fists pop out from odd angles, and then it settles down*
Loyde: What is it?
Carter: Come see for yourself
*Loyde walks up to the bushes and peers in*
Loyde: Oh dear god
Carter: I know right, it’s defiantly one of a kind.
Loyde: No, your loincloth fell off.
Carter: GAH!
*Out in the front yard, Andrew is for some reason doing Yoga with his cats beside a pond, in the missile ravaged gardens*
Andre: Hey Andrew why are we doing yoga?
Andrew: We must clear our minds for the task that lies ahead.
Mika: And that task is?
Andrew: We must catch fish directly from this pond.
Andre: and why are you naked?
Andrew: So that I will able to be one with nature, and have no trouble catching the fish.
*David walks by, cleaning up the shrapnel from the missiles, he looks up and sees Andrew*
David:........Ok you’ve done weird things in the past, but this one takes the cake, even from the whole incident with the inflatable ring.
*Andrew whips around, a beam of light conveniently censoring him*
Andrew: HEY WE AGREED WE’D NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!
David: Ok, ok jeez, just whatever you’re cooking, don’t make it dangerous, I’m one of the judges and I really don’t want a repeat of the time with the Kraft dinner.
Andrew: The dino bone one or the chikenfish one?
David: Both.
Andrew: Don’t worry man; Andre and Mika are cooking, so you got no worries.
David: It’s almost sad when a guy’s cats are better chefs than he is.
Andrew: He they just picked up on the whole gourmet cooking thing.
Andre: Ya I worked at a 5 star restaurant.
Mika: And I’m the souse chef there.
David: Now that’s really sad Andrew, what are you cooking anyways?
Andrew: can’t tell it’s a secret, anyways I got to catch some fishies by.
*Andrew back handsprings into the pond but instead of diving in he belly flops in, floating on the surface for a few minutes before sinking to the bottom*
Andre: OH NO ANDREW
Mika: Don’t worry I know CPR; we just gotta get him outta there.
David: *teardrop* ok, if it weren’t for the fact that he taught the cats to talk, I’d say give up life now.
*Next up Rygeor sitting in his room, thinking to himself*
Rygeor: ............................
*5 minutes later*
Rygeor: WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA COOK!!!
*One of his bats flies up to him and lands on his shoulder, it then leans over and whispers something in his ear*
Rygeor: Uh huh, uh huh, that’s incredible; IT’S THE PERFECT MEAL, MUHAHAHAHAHA, AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW.
*Down in the kitchen Alexandra and Jill are busy baking something*
Jill: Paprika
Alexandra: Paprika, check
Jill: Vinegar
Alexandra: Vinegar, check
Jill: Nitrous Glycerine
Alexandra: Nitrous Glycerine, che- WAIT WHAT
Jill: What it’s the secret ingredient
Alexandra: IT’LL KILL THE JUDGES, ME, YOU, ME, EVERYONE ELSE, AND ME IN THE WHOLE AREA.
Jill: Don’t worry, I’m a great cook
Alexandra: oh ya, then why’s your hand on fire?
Jill: What *looks at her flaming hand* OH GOD I’M BURNING
Alexandra: Ya so, I’ll be cooking from now on.
Jill: *returning with her hand in a bucket of water* you got any experience?
Alexandra: A little XP
*upstairs on the, 4th floor, Will is sitting cross-legged in his room searching through scrolls*
Will: Snack jutsu, no, soup jutsu, no, secret technique of a million rare meals never before seen, no, AH HA, here it is, the greatest ninja food technique ever made by Julia child, the ninja.
*Will stands up and faces the camera that is conveniently located behind him*
Will: look out world here comes, WILL............something
Cameraman: Dude.......this is an in house contest.....
Will: Oh.........Look out in house contest here comes Will..........something
Cameraman: idiot......
* At 6:00 clock in the lounge area, a sort of judging table had been set up, with David, Chef James and Chris sitting at it*
Chris: OOOOOOK group 1 Carter and Loyde, watcha got for us
*Loyde and Carter walk in from a different room, Loyde stands in front of the judges while Carter positions the large silver platter on the trolley, he’s also still wearing the loincloth*
Chris: Ok show us your stuff.
Carter: I’m not gay Chris, its just Loyde and his stupid loincloth plus brawn thing.
Chris: NOT THAT YOU IDIOT, THE FOOD.
Carter: Oh, Loyde?
Loyde: GENTLEMEN *grabs the top of the platter* I PRESENT TO YOU, THREE HEADED BOAR A LA CARTE.
*Loyde pulls off the silver dome to reveal a large 3 headed boar, with apples in each of its mouths pawing the bottom of the tray and snarling viciously*
Loyde: Dam knew we forgot to do something......
Carter: Garnish it?
*The boar jumps out of the tray onto the judges table, donkey kicks James in the stomach and then gallops outside*
Carter: NOOOOOOOOOO MY PREY.
*Carter runs after the boar*
Loyde: Whoops.......so whats our score?
Chef:...........
David:............
James: CAN’T *HUFF* F*@KING *HUFF* BREATH.
Chris: Well let’s see, 5 points for presentation-
Loyde: Sweet
Chris: -, -5 points for us not eating, -10 points for it still being alive, -10 points for it running off, and -1 for it back kicking James, and -4 for carter wearing the loincloth.
Loyde: Sooooooooooo we lose.
Chris: I’d say -25 points would mean something like that.
*The boar runs back into the house with Carter riding it on the back, it abruptly stops sending him flying out a window to the front yard*
Chris: Okay +50 points cause I love watching carter get hurt like that.
Loyde: SWEET.
*Group 1: Carter & Loyde, Points: 25*
Chris: OKAY GROUP 2: ALEXANDRA AND JILL COME ON OUT......WITH FOOD.
*Alexandra and Jill walk out with two bowls each, and place them in front of each judge*
Chris: What are we looking at here?
Alexandra: My secret recipe for tomato rice soup.
David: Oh I’d say this is rare all right.
*Each soup was bubbling like the lava in an active volcano, James’s even had an octopus arm in it that had grabbed his head and began slamming it against the table*
James: SOME *SLAM* BODY *SLAM* HELP * SLAM* MEEEEEE *SLAM*
Chef: *Takes a sip* Not to shabby........GAH.
*Chef falls over clutching his chest*
David: Got it.
*David walks over and stabs an epi-pen into chef’s leg, who immediately convulses and get back into his seat*
Chef: Dam that’s good soup.
Chris: Okay we’ll take your word for it Chef, 35 points for taste, -5 for presentation, -5 for almost killing chef out of joy, and plus 25 for doing that to James.
*James can be seen being dragged outside by the bowl of soup, which has grabbed a hold of his leg and is hopping along with him*
James: HELP ME, THE SOUPS GOT MY LEG, IT’S GOT MY LEG,..........OH DEAR GOD I THINK ITS NIBBLING.
David: On it.
*David goes off to rescue James*
Chris: Well that was enjoyable, you’re done
Alexandra: Sweet, told you I could cook.
Jill: I don’t think I ever want to try your cooking.
*Group 2: Alexandra and Jill, Points: 50*
Chris: Next
*Rygeor walks out, with his bats hovering around him, 4 of them carrying plates and 2 carrying a pot, the bats with plates set them down in front of the judges, while the 2 bats ‘pour’ something that the audience can’t see *
Chris: Ok what the hell is this and where is our food.
Rygeor: It’s my famous smart people stew, it’s invisible, odourless, and tasteless to anyone who’s stupid.
Chris: Oh let me try it then.
*Chris digs his spoon into his bowl and takes a bite*
Rygeor: So, how do you like it?
Chris: The texture, the taste, the smell all amazing.
Rygeor: Goo-goo-good.
Chris: YOU GET 1000 POINTS FOR THIS AMAZING DISH
Rygeor: REALLY SWEET!
Chris: BUT LOSE 1000 FOR CALLING ME STUPID, I CAN’T TASTE ANY OF IT.
Rygeor: Oh..........
James: What are you talking about it tastes great.
*Chris looks over at James who is scooping the ‘stew’ into his mouth like mad*
Chris: Okay.........you’ve received a few to many injuries today, but Rygeor you get 20 points for tricking James, though that’s not too hard.
Rygeor: Sweet
*Group 3: Rygeor & Bats, Points: 20*
Chef: BRING ON THE GRUB!
*Will struts in carrying a small scroll*
James: I’m not eating paper, even if every other meal almost killed me, except for that lovely stew, I refuse to eat paper.
Will: Psh only stupid people eat paper
*Will un-rolls the scroll and then performs a few hand positions*
Will: Secret food technique: SNICKERSDOODLE
*a large white cloud pops up on everyone’s plates, once gone a large pile of snickers can be seen*
Will: There you have it, the world’s greatest meal ever created.
Chris: Okay.........well you get 100 points cause we can actually eat this, but you lose 5 for originality.
Will: WOO HOO, TAKE THAT IN HOUSE CONTEST.
Chris: What now?
*Group 4: Will & himself, points: 95*
David: Bring out Andrew and his cats.
Chef: what did he do with his cats.
David: Knowing him something that ranges in the overkill area.
*All the lights cut out in the lounge area*
David: Oh here we go
James: Shhhhhh, the movies starting.
*A spotlight turns on, and in it stands Andrew dressed in a suit, fedora, and holding a mike*
Andrew: Guests of tonight’s MadHouse meal, prepare to be astounded, stupefied and otherwise dumbfounded, for tonight you shall partake in the greatest meal ever created by man, THE GREAT FISH FEAST.
*Two more spotlight turn on revealing Andrew’s cats sitting beside large silver platters*
Andrew: To my right, Andre sits with a platter of the finest shrimp, carefully cooked to perfection in a light garlic sauce, to my left Mika sits with a king crab and salmon steaks, both cooked and charred to perfection for your feasting fancies, now ENJOY *Snap*
*Andrew snaps his fingers, turning on 4 spotlights directed at the judges plates, revealing the shrimp and king crab / salmon meals already waiting*
James: FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
David: Ok I was about to say the same thing.
Chris: DIG IN!
*A few minutes later*
Chef: Ok that was some good fish
Chris: You said it.
Andrew: So whats our score.
Chris: a perfect 100 congrats
Andrew: WOOT
*Group 5: Andrew, Andre & Mika, Points: Perfect*
Andrew: So what happens now?
Chris: Wadda ya mean?
Andrew: Well there were obviously people who got a score lower than me, do they get disqualified?
Chris: Nope.
Andrew: Ah ok- WAIT WHY NOT.
Chris: Well if you’d had read the script I’d given you this morning you would have noticed under the meaning of life that the plans today were to trick the contestants to make the dinner, since chef didn’t want to today.
Andrew: ah...... one sec then.
*Andrew turns towards the kitchen*
Andrew: HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT, THIS WASN’T EVEN A CHALLENGE, CHEF WAS JUST BEING LAZY.
Other contestants: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
*A few moments later all the other contestants were standing in front of the judges table carrying various kitchen elements*
Will: Here Andrew take this juicer
Andrew: Hey sweet its juicy.
Carter: *Hefting the meat tenderizer* wanna take the first wack Andrew.
Jill: *Holding an electric mixer* ya you did win
Loyde: *Holding a spatula* and you should get rewarded somehow.
Rygeor: *Holding a cleaver* and you did give us the leftovers to which were awesome.
Will: *Eating a snickers bar* what, you think I’m gonna create snicker bars just for them.
Alexandra: *holding a toothpick* maybe he’ll make a good drink?
Andrew: Ok why not
*Andrew rushes Chris*
Chris: Wait, ANDREW....NOT......THE.......JUICER........AGAIN
*Andrew ducks and shoves Chris’s foot into the juicer, then turned the juicer on*
Chris: GAH MY OTHER FOOT!
*FINISIMO*
*Well thats all for this week folks, hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing until next time, remeber same chris time, same chris channel*
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