Mr. Fred sat down thinking badly about how he would live. He only had four more recipes in head and they received a call from Frenado's brother not quite long and it was a simple command, "Bring your food before sunset, I'm waiting for you. And don't chicken out, Love and Kisses."
This was the exact way he said the massage and whether they liked it or not, they have to obey his words.
"Sunset?" Fred mumbled, "Sunset?! We should start cooking now. Oh I swear if I get my hands on that man, I'll show him a piece of my mind."
Getting up, Fred headed to the other chefs who were ready to cook and also live.
"We have till sunset!" He instructed them all, "And if we can't make it to Frenado's brother's Mansion before sunset and we're still cooking, we get on top of a truck and cook! Understood!"
"Yes Sir!" They all chorused.
"Okay!" Fred cracked his knuckle as he held a frypan, like Rapunzel in defense. "Let's do this."