User:Mr Cow2/Steamed Cods

Aunt Arctic knocks on Gary the Gadget Guy's door, carrying a bottle of cream soda. Gary opens the door for her.

AA: Well, Gary, I made it. Despite your directions...

Gary: Ah, director Aunt Arctic! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!

AA: Ehh.

Aunt Arctic drops the bottle in a waiting ice bucket and sits down at the table. Gary enters his kitchen, only to find his oven pouring smoke. He gasps and runs to it, opening it up just in time to see the mullet he was cooking burst into flames.

Gary: Oh egads! My fillet is ruined!

But just then, Gary spots a fishburger stand across the street.

Gary: But what if... I were to purchase fast food and describe it as my own cooking? Ho ho ho, amazingly atrocious, Gary.

Gary opens up the window and steps outside, but before he can escape, Aunt Arctic walks in.

(GARY AND THE DIRECTOR)

Gaaary with his wacky justifications!

The director's gonna need her alleviations

When she hears Gary's feeble dramatizations

There'll be trouble in the town tonight!

AA: GAAAAAAAAAAARY!

Gary: Director, I was just, uh, stretching my calves on the windowsill! Isometric exercise! Care to join me?

AA: Ignoring the fact we don't have calves, why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Gary?

Gary: Oh! Uh, that isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed crabs we're having. Mmmmm, steamed crabs!

Aunt Arctic leaves.

Gary: Whew!

Gary climbs out of the window and runs across the street to get to the fishburger stand. Before he knows it, he finds himself back in the dining room with a fancy plate of fishburgers.

Gary: Director, I hope you're prepared for mouthwatering fishburgers!

AA: I thought we were having steamed crabs.

Gary: Oh no! I said steamed cods. That's what I call fishburgers.

AA: You call fishburgers "steamed cods".

Gary: Yes! It's a regional dialect.

AA: Uh huh. What region?

Gary: Uhhh, upstate Club Penguin Island.

AA: Really. Well I'm from the Ski Village and I've never heard of the phrase "steamed cods".

Gary: Oh not in the Ski Village no, it's a Plaza Hill expression.

AA: I see.

Gary drinks some cream soda and Aunt Arctic takes a bite of a fishburger. She opens it up.

Aunt Arctic: You know, these fishburgers are quite similar to the ones they sell at stands.

Gary: Oh ho ho ho no! Patented Gadget burgers. Old family recipe!

AA: ...For steamed cods.

Gary: Yes!

AA: Yes, and you call them steamed cods despite the fact they're obviously grilled.

Aunt Arctic shows Gary the obvious grilled fish patty.

Gary: Ye-uh... You know th-... One thing I sh-... Excuse me for one second.

AA: Of course.

Aunt Arctic continues eating her burger while Gary retreats into the kitchen, which is completely on fire now. He quickly returns, yawning.

Gary: Well, that was wonderful. Good times were had by all. I'm pooped!

Aunt Arctic checks her watch.

AA: Yes I should be- (Notices the fire in Gary's kitchen) FLAPPING FLOTSAM, WHAT IS HAPPENING THERE?

Gary: Aurora Australis.

AA: Wha- AURORA AUSTRALIS?! AT THIS TIME OF YEAR, AT THIS TIME OF DAY, IN THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY, LOCALIZED ENTIRELY INSIDE YOUR KITCHEN?!

Gary: Yes.

AA: ...May I see it?

Gary: ...No.

Gary sees Aunt Arctic out.

Mary: GARY! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!

Gary: No, Mary, it's just the southern lights.

AA: Well, Gary, you are an odd fellow, but I must say you steam a good cod.

Aunt Arctic walks away.

Mary: HEEEEELP! HEEEEEELP!

Aunt Arctic turns around suspiciously, but Gary gives her a thumbs up. She turns back around and continues walking away. As soon as she's out of sight, Gary rushes back inside the igloo.

For a split second, the siren of a fire engine is heard.