The Chefs of Folding Story were at a crossroads.

The Chefs of Folding Story were at a crossroads. They knew about "too many chefs" and yet so often something excellent was cooked up. A crow alighted. The sacred cutting board was

Cleaned with holy water and so were the utensils. The carcasses of the chickens were carefully hung up to marinate before cooking in the same holy water. Purple prof wore an apron

and whistled while she worked. Aunt Valetta's Holy Chicken Recipe was nearly as good as her Holy Cow Recipe. "Now to make water into wine" said Sister PurpleProf dropping a beet

into the clear solution of alcohol. Hmmm, should make about 1.5 liters. If I let if ferment for about 6 months it should be ready to serve to the group of tiny

she cold discover the hidden roland factory he was convinced could be found there. None of the others could hold their liquor like Nikita so he could really only trust her with

the directions. Nikita staggered to her car and drove to the location. Sure enough, hundreds of Rolands had been manufactured and were sitting around looking at National Geographic

trying to familiarize themselves with the world today so different than it was when they rode with Charlemagne. The 47 Roland set out to drive the Saracen back to Araby.

What the paladins didn't anticipate was the difficulty of getting through border control and picking correct snacks for the road trip. Roland soon learned why powdered donuts

drew suspicion. The crystal meth glazed donuts were ultimately what landed them in prison. They should've packed pretzels & the PBJs Aunt Valetta made for them. What a trip!