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The cafeteria is clear of it's jungle motif. Instead there are cactus plants everywhere and the heat has been turned up. You'd swear you were in Mexico. The Chef comes in wearing a sombrero and leather chaps. He looks like a cross between Dorito Bandito and the Twinkee Cowboy.

I hefe-a ruoonded up 11 ooff zee 12 munkeys. Iff yuoo see-a heem ebuoot I'd eppreceeete-a yuoor help in cetcheeng heem. He-a unsvers tu zee neme-a Pitt. Des Schneetzel veell be-a oon zee luukuoot fur heem in zee hells.

Tudey ve-a ere-a hefeeng Mexeecun fuud dey! I du nut knoo mooch Spuneesh veet zee ixcepshun ooff zee phrese-a "Hay un gato in mi pantelones". Su iff yuoo teech me-a a noo Spuneesh phrese-a yuoo get a churro!

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Tecus!

-Incheeledes

-Tecu Seled

-Cheeps und Selsa

-Qooesedeella
*Ell cheeckee flefured*

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"Ok, mental note: seat-of-pants-kicking is reserved for Prom," Kiki replies.

"Maybe he hasn't talked about going to the prom because he might be playing guitar at it, and wanted it to be a surprise."

Kiki gets a faint dreamy expression on her face. "That would be sooo romantic."

She shakes herself. "Wow, I'm getting really bad, aren't I?"