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Post by Donald Duck on Nov 7, 2008 16:30:45 GMT -8
The waiter nodded and turned to hurry into the kitchen. He noticed that the temporary cook was nowhere to be seen. He cursed under his breath and searched the kitchen thoroughly. He was about to leave and notify the maître d', when he heard a faint nose from inside the refrigerator. He approached the large appliance, unlocked it and opened the large door. He was shocked to see the duck inside.
Donald's teeth clattered; icicles clung from under his blue bill; he was blanketed with frost, and he shivered intensely. He was led out of the fridge with George's dinner in hand, and the frost already commenced melting from the duck's feathers.
"What happened?!" the waiter asked.
"I-I-I g-g-got l-l-locked i-i-in," Donald replied, still shivering.
The waiter dumped a pot of boiling water on Donald, which instantly (and painfully) rendered Donald back to normal, although he was still a bit dizzy. "Get back to work," the waiter advised not in a threatening way, but in a fearful way. "And be careful if you go to the fridge again!" He turned and hurried out of the kitchen to reassure the patrons.
Once back to his normal self entirely, Donald completed dinner orders as fast as he could. He eventually finished George's meaty meal and applied some sumptuous sauce on the side.
The only thing he forgot were the two vegetables.
One by one, meals were taken to their respective patrons, and ultimately George received his erroneous meal of meat and a lack of two vegs.
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Post by George Darling on Nov 10, 2008 15:57:09 GMT -8
George's eyes widened with anticipation as he caught sight of the waiter approaching his table holding a delicious cut of meat atop a serving tray. He could see the steam still radiating from his dinner. George stuffed the cloth napkin back into his shirt collar as his meal approached, preparing to dive right in once the man had left his table side.
When the waiter did place the meal down George's eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. Sitting there was a delectable piece of meat, but no vegetables to be seen. He glanced up at the waiter while pointing an accusing finger toward his dinner. "My order was a meat and two veg, to which I have only been served the meat." He said as courteously as he could, but by now his temper was threatening to flare.
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Post by Donald Duck on Nov 20, 2008 2:48:37 GMT -8
The waiter jerked to a halt when he heard George. He turned and examined the plate, and in a moment apologized. "I am sorry! Please wait a moment!"
He turned and walked briskly back into the kitchen. Without hesitation he approached the visibly stressed duck. "A gentleman ordered the meat and two veg," he said.
"Yeah, so?" Donald asked as he continued to prepare equally compromised meals, annoyed by the interruption.
"So you only gave him the meat!" the waiter snapped. "The gentleman at the lone table is quite irritated, I'm sure!"
Donald grumbled, stopped what he was cooking, and stomped his webbed feet as he walked to grab a carrot and a large stick of celery, both uncooked and raw. He then walked out of the kitchen, much to the waiter's chagrin, and immediately spotted the man known as Darling. He approached the table, loudly dropped the carrot and celery stick on George's plate, and turned to return to the kitchen, grumbling.
The attention this created, and his attitude, would ensue that Donald's position was endangered.
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Post by rat on Jan 5, 2009 10:56:39 GMT -8
As Donald exited the kitchen a small, black nose poked out from an overhead hole cut-out to make room for piping. Within the hole a pair of yellow eyes gleamed through the darkness. When the noise and presence of the chef and waiter exited, the rat emerged.
It scurried along the overhead pipe, from whose hole it was so gracious enough to allow the rat entry into the kitchen. It occasionally stopped, sniffing at the air inquisitively, its whiskers moving about as it did so. Sniffing out the large amount of consumables present, the rodent then quickened its pace as it looked for a means of reaching ground level.
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Post by George Darling on Jan 5, 2009 11:03:09 GMT -8
George looked up with great interest as the duck he had witnessed earlier approached his table. He looked very angry, and George was instantly impressed at how many facial expressions the mask was capable of. He considered how the man within what he presumed to be a costume was able to operate so many features at once.
Though, on the whole, he still found the whole thing decidedly puzzling; none of the staff had informed him of any special on duck, so if the person was promoting something in such a crazy getup, George couldn't pinpoint what it could be.
"I say, yo--" George started, but he was cut-off as the cranky duck plopped down a raw carrot and celery stick down onto the plate before treading back off into the kitchen.
George frowned; then grimaced; and before long, it seemed as though his entire face were glowing red with anger. "Now that's the last straw!" He suddenly shouting, bolting to his feet and throwing his napkin down on top of the table. He had managed to suppress his temper until now, but this most recent incident was the straw which had broken the camel's back.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jan 6, 2009 19:30:43 GMT -8
Donald did not stop; he slipped back into the kitchen, and was reluctantly followed by the nervous waiter.
The maître d', who was more shocked of George's outburst than all of the other patrons, hastily made his way to Mr. Darling's side. "Sir, what is the matter?" He had not witnessed Donald's rude treatment of George.
Back in the kitchen, the waiter and Donald hotly argued, unaware of the kitchen's unwelcome visitor: a rat.
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Post by George Darling on Apr 12, 2009 2:20:22 GMT -8
"What's the matter? What's the matter?! I... it... see here!" George was now piping hot and his temper, which he had managed to bottle up till this latest incident, was now overflowing in great quantity. "What sort of establishment are you running here?! A duck posing as chef?! Absurdly spicy soup?! And look, look there!" He exclaimed, shooting a pointed finger at his dinner plate so quickly that for a moment his sleeve shot forward before receding again.
"If this is some sort of joke well, I'm not laughing! I've had a very eventful day and all I wished to do was to enjoy a nice, hot meal! And I mean hot temperature-wise!" He continued to rant, his face practically burning red.
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Post by rat on Apr 12, 2009 2:24:19 GMT -8
The filthy-furred rodent had just reached the cutting board below and was sniffing about the scraps left on said surface when suddenly the doors to the kitchen swung open. It jerked its head around and spotted the duck and human entering. Issuing a light, nearly silent hiss of disappointment at being discovered it turned and bolted away as it hastily searched for an accessible place to hide.
Realizing it wouldn't be able to ascend the pipes it had traversed in getting down fast enough to avoid detection it instead dove muzzle-first into the sink, where a colander full of lettuce had been left to sit. Colliding into the soft bed of greens it began to burrow in, throwing away several leaves of lettuce which fell into the sink as it scrambled to conceal itself.
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Post by Donald Duck on Apr 14, 2009 21:04:51 GMT -8
The maître d' would later 'thank' Donald for putting him in this very awkward and humiliating position. The poor man was publicly embarrassed when Mr. Darling practically chewed his head off. The maître d' attempted to calm down George, but all of his attempts to have a word failed because of George's continuing rant. He could only stammer:
"Well--"
"Yes--"
"I see--"
"I am sor--"
Back in the kitchen, Donald and the waiter's heated argument came to a close. "Foolish duck!" the waiter grunted before storming out of the kitchen.
"Doggone, stupid, dumb..." Donald grumbled. He straightened his toque and casually glanced at the sink. He of course didn't see anything suspicious because the rat was hiding. However, the duck did recall that some patrons ordered a salad. With renewed haste he quickly prepared two bowls of salad. Unfortunately, he wasn't aware that he placed the rat in one of the bowls. He applied dressing and additions to the salad, and quickly stepped out of the kitchen, because he knew the waiter wouldn't listen to the duck after their verbal fight.
As he walked to the destined table, Donald noticed that George and the maître d' were at a standoff of some sort. He returned his focus to the table he stood before, and he placed the bowls of salad in front of the hungry patrons. He turned to walk back to the kitchen.
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Post by rat on Apr 15, 2009 18:58:57 GMT -8
The rat teetered back and forth within its stealthy greens as the entire colander was hoisted from the sink causing it to jostle around within, though it dared not try and make an escape until it was certain that discovery was eminent.
A moment later it felt something lightly squeeze around it, sandwiching it between several large leafs of the lettuce. It uttered a disturbed squeak which was drowned out by the various background noises within the kitchen, and before it realized what was happening it had been placed into a salad bowl where it remained concealed by the lettuce.
The cool, glazed surface of the bowl felt uncomfortable on its grimy bare feet, but the discomfort hadn't even began as it was suddenly drenched in salad dressing which seeped through the greens and got its fur soaking wet. Being wet was not something the rat particularly enjoyed, and it let out an alarmed squeak which also went unheard.
It could feel the bowl it was in moving as it considered multiple times if it should make a dash for cover from the bowl or not. For the moment it continued to remain relatively still, though it did continue to wobble from side to side as it tried to maintain balance within the bowl as it was being moved, much like a dog trying to stand upright in a moving vehicle.
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Post by Donald Duck on Apr 18, 2009 13:55:49 GMT -8
After Donald served the rat's Trojan horse to patrons, it really was not long before mass hysteria commenced. The patron who had the 'pleasure' of having a rat in his bowl stabbed a leaf with his fork, and brought said leaf (which coincidentally was the leaf covering the rat) to his mouth. Fortunately for the rat, the patron's fork had missed, but now the rat was exposed to the man. The man choked and spat the lettuce from his mouth, terrified by the sight of--
"A rat!"
The patron's scream created a domino effect in the restaurant; all eyes soon fell on the shocked customer, and the nearer diners could see the rodent in the salad bowl.
Then a circus ensued. Virtually all of the diners reacted in exaggerated ways; some chose to flee from the premises, many shoved away their food and spat out what they were currently chewing, and one or two young children stared at the rat with great fascination.
But by far, the one who was the most terrified was the maître d'. The sudden outburst of "Rat!" almost made the maître d' forget about George entirely. The restaurateur grabbed his hair and screeched in fright. "Oh, no! I'm ruined!"
He would be ruined, indeed; there was no way the restaurant could live this event down. Donald knew this, too; he had witnessed this event before he could slip back into the kitchen. He knew he wouldn't get paid, and he would possibly be sued by this. The duck swallowed hard and ran back towards the kitchen, presumably to find a way out. He couldn't have ran through the restaurant's formal entrance without risking being caught.
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Post by rat on May 3, 2009 4:15:58 GMT -8
The rat had shifted to one side, startled, as the fork came down into the salad bowl. It uttered a revolting hiss before being further startled by the scream which was the result of its discovery within the salad bowl.
Deciding that hiding was not an immediate option the rodent opted for flight. It scrambled at the sides of the bowl but the salad dressing made it decidedly slippery. Finally it managed to snag the end with its dressing-slicked claws and hoist itself over, its weight on the rim being sufficient to counter the bowl's weight and sending it flopping over, dressing and salad shooting across the table and splattering on a nearby woman's lap.
The rat then made a mad dash, sprinting across the table before taking a leap of faith onto the floor. It landed with an ungraceful 'thud' on its belly before sliding a good foot across the floor thanks to the oily condiment which coated it. Scrambling to its feet it continued running for dear life, weaving and darting between legs (both those of chairs and those of staff and patron) before it finally caught relief in sight: a vent with a loose screw which resulted its screen being loose in one corner... loose enough for a certain rodent to squeeze through. It made a beeline for the 'emergency exit', squeezing through the narrow space and disappearing from sight. In its wake was a mess of small footprints of dressing and scattered greens.
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Post by George Darling on May 3, 2009 4:24:36 GMT -8
George Darling's rant was cut off abruptly as a woman shrieked in horror, the sudden outburst enough to not only get him to stop his tirade but also enough to startle him into a light jump. He looked, wide-eyed, in the direction of the scream and at once his eyes caught sight of a bowl atop the table wobbling and spinning before flipping, sending its contents flying as a rather unexpected and horrifying 'content' ran off of the table and across the floor: a rat.
"Good heavens!" George exclaimed, his mouth gaping open as he stared at it with mixed disgust and fascination. When it had vanished into the safety of the wall his enraged facial expression returned to overwrite the one of surprise. "Now that's the last straw!" He boomed, stomping one of his feet. He opened his mouth to continue his rant, but was too livid to even say anything he wouldn't later regret. He cupped his mouth in his hand, sliding it down his face until it reached the bottom of his chin, when he recalled it. Without another word he stormed toward the exit, collecting his hat, mantle and cane before bursting through the door and huffing off into the night.
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Post by Donald Duck on May 3, 2009 22:51:42 GMT -8
The maître d' chased after the rat and lunged forward in a desperate attempt to catch the rodent. Unfortunately for the maître d', he missed, and the rat managed to slip away through the vent. The maître d', with his face red and pulsating with seething anger, was practically ready to murder Donald Duck. Ignoring the retreating patrons (including George Darling), he raced for the kitchen. Meanwhile, the equally terrified waiter attempted to calm the fleeing patrons, but he failed miserably, as his cries for ordnance fell on deaf ears. The maître d' slammed open the doors with enough force to plant said doors onto the walls with pushed very loud slams. "Where are you, duck?!" he screamed. His eyes quickly scanned the kitchen, but he couldn't find Donald anywhere. He knew the duck had escaped because of the opened window.
Donald was far away from the restaurant by this time. He had run as fast as he could as long as he could, yet he managed to remove his chef uniforms and stuff them in an open trash can as he sprinted. He ran until he safely cleared the premises of the restaurant, and even the city. He eventually shifted from a fast dash to a brisk walk, and he panted to catch his breath in due time. When he managed to regain air he sighed deeply. "Aw, nuts," he mumbled. There was nothing he could do about it now. He failed to get the good money, but... oh, well. He slipped his hands into his pockets and continued to walk. That's when he remembered that he had to rendezvous with his nephews. "Wak!" he exclaimed as he jolted when he remembered. "I'll barely make it!" He hurried for the meeting spot, which was conveniently not too far.
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