All seven chef's knives, the eight steak

All seven chef's knives, the eight steak knives and the culinary sheers jutted from his ragged flesh. The sheers had found their place on either side of the bridge of his nose and

the sharpening steel had apparently been used to "take his temperature." The customers in the suburban Williams-Sonoma were cowering behind Peppermint Bark and All-Clad fondue sets

pressing buttons and working the frother on the cappuccino maker as if listening into a private conversation. It was all so new to Toby, who had never heard of chain store espionag

but it was his job to find out the secret to 'Bundle4Less' huge success in the town. He wondered if it was anything to do with room out the back - he often heard giggling

coming from there... One night, he broke into the business and snuck into the back room. Therein was the answer. A pack of hyenas were residing here...illegal and cheap labor!

Thinking quickly, he pulled out a Free-A-Rang and hurled it at a hyena's shackles. They quickly unlocked themselves, and he repeated the process until every hyena was unshackled.

Cackling gleefully, the hyenas looked at him hungrily. "Oh crap, maybe that wasn't such a good idea" he wondered aloud while slowly backing away. Gripping the Free-A-Rang, he leapt

backwards and with a touch of grace, threw the Free-A-Rang and the cursed hyenas returned to their original state of indigenous North Africans, bearing only bark loincloths.

It had been a long and perilous journey, from The Andes to the plains, but I knew I had done good. I scratched another item off my bucket list, and continued down my path.