fandomhigh | Detention- Saturday July 22

When the students entered the Danger Shop on Saturday they will notice that it has been transformed into a giant kitchen. If someone felt like counting they would see that there was one oven, one fridge and one counter space for each person. Lying on a huge table in the center of the room was almost every kind of food imaginable. The Swedish Chef and Das Schnitzel were standing beside the table. The Chef looked positively giddy.

There was a list of names written on a dry erase board:
~~Cameron Mitchell~~
~~Walter Dorenz~~
~~Jude Lizowski~~

When everyone had assembled the Chef began to speak. "Velcume-a tu detenshun stoodents! I dun't knoo vhet yuoo deed tu get in here und I du nut vunt tu knoo. Yuoo ere-a ell leettle-a angels in my iyes."

Hopefully everyone would ignore the fact that the Chef had no eyes, so to speak. Just two bushy eyebrows. "Tudey's acteevities veell revulve aruoond cuukeeng und ootheer chef-ly duuteees. Yuoo veell leern vhet it is like tu be-a me. Isn't thet exceeting? Bork Bork Bork!"

((~~Wait for OCD please.~~ It's up! Everyone will be released around 5 pm FHT or whenever you finish the activities. Don't worry about the accent; there will be OOC instructions written in non-swedish terms below every activity.))

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A muppet-y looking pig in heels walked up to Cameron. She placed her purse on the counter and flipped her long hair. She laughed softly.

"Hello. I was wondering if you could by any chance give moi something to eat." she says "I'm practically skin and bones!"

This clearly wasn't the case.

There was a second of staring, but then he remembered where he was and realised that this wasn't so strange after all. "Of course, ma'am. Was there anything in particular you were craving?"

Miss. Piggy laughed another girly laugh. "Oh I'll just start out small. I'll need an order of onion rings, a salad, french fries and a BLT...hold the B."

She pulls out the chair and sits down. She flips her hair again. "You're cute."

Having quickly written down her order, Cameron blinked and almost made a remark about how that was supposed to be small. He looked up at the cute remark. "Uh thank you, ma'am. That's onion rings, a salad, french fries and a BLT without the B," he repeated, checking to make sure he got that right. "Do you want anything to drink with that?"

"Diet Coke. Girl has to watch her figure after all." says Miss. Piggy "Even though my frog says he does like a pleasantly plump woman. Or he better say that if he doesn't want to end up being served a knuckle sandwich."

"Your frog?" Cameron couldn't help but ask while he got her her drink, but at least it kept him from trying to think of a response to the figure remark.

Miss. Piggy scowled. "Yes. My frog. My lovely Kermee. I love him and he loves me. He better love me or else I'll have the Chef serve frog legs to you kids." says Miss Piggy, revealing her not-so-ladylike disposition.

"You have a problem with frog love kid?" asked Miss. Piggy with a deadly (well as deadly as a muppet can get) look in her eye.

"No, ma'am," Cameron said quickly. "I think it's great that you and Kermee have found love."

He was not going to flail, but he could make a runner for it. "If you'll excuse me. I think your order is ready," he motioned towards the kitchen and quickly fled to get her food. When he returned and placed her food before her, he was looking a bit less flaily.

Miss. Piggy dug into her onion rings as only a pig could. Bits of food went flying in different directions.

By the time she got to her BLT it was a wonder that anybody could eat that much so quickly. She took a bite of her sandwich. But instead of gobbling it down she chewed it slowly. Like somebody who had found something that wasn't supposed to be there. She quickly spit her bite into a napkin

"Do you know what this is?" asked Miss. Piggy calmly. But that deadly look was back.

She held up a piece of half-chewed B. Yes, bacon.

Cameron had been doing his best not to stare at Miss Piggy's eating. When she held out the bacon, he blushed uncomfortably.

"It's bacon, ma'am. I'm sorry there must have been a mistake. I can get you another sandwich," he quickly offered.

"I don't want another sandwich! Well...I do, but that's not the point." said Miss. Piggy vehmently. "Do you know what bacon is made of? Pig. Do you know what I am? A pig!"

"You have made me a cannibal!" she yelled dramatically, throwing her arms in the air.

The thought had accured to him, but he was hoping she wouldn't notice. "I really am sorry, ma'am. There must have been a mix up in the kitchen and..." He was not going to flail. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't a muppet pig," he tried.

"Oh that makes everything better." said Miss. Piggy sarcastically. "How would you feel if I put a piece of...whatever you are on a sandwich and gave it to you?"

She cracked her knuckles threateningly.

"As lousy as you do right now, ma'am." Cameron looked around for a moment as if he was hoping there was manager to jump in an handle the situation. "I truly am sorry for the mistake and I know that doesn't make up for it, but we would like to offer you the rest of the meal for free." Somehow he doubted this was going to keep him from getting attacked by a muppet pig. Weirdest detention ever.

Miss. Piggy stood up and went around the counter to stand in front of Cameron. She only came up to his stomach but she still looked pretty threatening.

"What's your name?" she said. She liked to know the names of the asses she had kicked.

"Cameron Mitchell, ma'am," he said suspiciously, not liking where this was heading. "I don't think you're not supposed to come back here, ma'am."

"I'm not am I? Well Cameron I don't think you're in the position to tell me that I can't do something. You've mess with the wrong pig Mitchell!" said Miss. Piggy.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and she put all her weight into tackling Cameron.

Which was a lot of weight considering she was a muppet ad not exactly a move he had been expecting from a pig. Cameron went down on his ass and tried to fend her off.

"Ma'am..." At this point, it was however clear that reasoning wasn't going to do much. "Dude, someone get her off of me!"

The Miss. Piggy hologram disappeared and all that was left was the Chef laughing uncontrollably.

"Guud wurk Camerun! Eusually she duesn't evun buther tu talk tu yuu beefure she attucks!" says the Chef "She muust heuve leiked yuu."

Cameron looked a bit disorientated as Miss Piggy disappeared. He stared at the Chef, thoroughly confused. "That was liking? I hate to think what she does when she hates you."

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