Dense wafts of black smoke were curling up from the stovetop, torturing the smoke detector so it continued to let out it's horrible, high-pitched scream. Hazel, Frances, and Xander were all busy flailing about the kitchen, each trying to figure out what to do. In the center of a large frying pan lurked a misshapen, blackened puddle of sizzling goo. Flames danced across its surface, occasionally sending out spits of furious sparks.
"Put it out!" Frances said beneath the incessant ringing of the alarm. "Pour water on it or something—"
"You can't pour water on it! That'll only make it worse," Hazel replied.