Mabel was sick and tired of her tiny piglet,

Mabel was sick and tired of her tiny piglet, but didn't want to piss off the animal activists by doing anything too hasty. Scooping up the squealing porker, she shoved Wilbur into

the water slide. The pig bucked and skipped down the slide and splashed at the end. Wilbur got up and squealed because

D a burned pizza on the table. The pepperoni was furious at the chef, shouting "I am gonna get you for this. You won't get away with murder this time." The green peppers rioted

, jumping into the chef's mouth and scalding his tongue. He stumbled back into a large stromboli that swallowed him between the folds of its crust. The sous chef's plan was working

He'd moved to the head of the Brigade de cuisine, but then the saucier dumped the Béchamel at his feet and he began to slip towards the mouth of the caldera! Would his volcanic

crepe Suzette spew red-hot filling all over the tiny French village, consuming it in flames? "Mon Dieu!" he screamed, "Why did you make me such a monstrously talented chef?" But it

hadn't been his Dieu that had made he thusly. It had been himself because Dieu had not created any monster chefs. Dieu checked his records again. Monsters, yes. Chefs, yes. But no

monster chefs. Impossible things really, but they were needed anyway, though why or what for was unknown. Nonetheless, monster chefs were needed, and would have to be made by Dieu

Garcon, who considered his work on the plate more than just food, nay, masterpieces! Unlikely though it may seem, these Monsters of the Culinary Arts went on to fame and fortune.