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You exit the castle, still holding the bottle. Right now, you don't think you have the money to start up an actual restaurant. It would probably be better to start small, maybe a snack food first... but what? Cookies are always a favorite, and among the easiest things to make. With this in mind, you head toward the airport, and buy a ticket home. On the flight, you file your report on the castle, and send it to work, but now you're prepared to quit the job... if this business works out.
About a week later, after settling things at work on your short and unamazing trip to the castle, you finally find the time to get into the kitchen. So far you have yet to get down on your weight problem, but you've gotten used to it, and it hasn't yet slowed you down. Besides, once I'm rich, I'll have plenty of time to slim down, you think. You gather the ingredients together, adding a bit of the sauce before blending them. You decide to go with chocolate chip, which is an all-time favorite. You are about to taste the dough when you stop, almost hitting yourself in the back of the head for being so stupid. The last thing you need is a cookie binge on your part. You then portion out the dough, put the tray in the oven, and wait.
As you pull the tray from the oven, the scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air. You yourself drool over the smell, but refrain from eating even a crumb. Gathering up the cookies in a cookie tin, you head downtown, where the Cookie Lion Coorporation building is. It's well known as being one of the leading companies in snack food and confections. If anywhere is the right place to go with new snack ideas, this is the place.
As you sit in the waiting room, you watch the doors to the main office nervously. Seconds ago, you heard a huge roar from the office; moments later, a cheetah, as it appeared, though lacking any spots, came rushing out as fast as he could. Something tells you that the owner of the company may also be the "mascot", as it were. Finally, your name is called, and sure enough, as you walk through the door, there he is: Lionard Sweets, a muscular and slim lion, his mane tied back in a ponytail, wearing a black buisness suit, sitting behind his desk chair; the owner of Cookie Lion.
"Um, hello," you say nervously, glancing at the pile of spots on the floor now being cleaned up by the janitor, "I called about the new recipe."
The Lion looks at you, much as a predator would, "I see you sample your work," he says, and you feel especially large. "What makes you think that I'd consider buying your recipe for chocolate chip cookies, when I have chefs with such confectionary masterpices as triple chocolate fudge nuts?"
"Well," you say, "These are special..." you begin, but are quickly cut off, "And what makes them special? My company makes fifteen kinds of chocolate chip cookies, what makes you think I would want another one?"
"Wel, I'll let you decide," you say, quickly sliding the tin forward. He opens the tin, taking out one of the cookies, turning it over, examining it, sniffing it... and then placing it back in the tin. "I hope you realize that your cookies are burnt on the outside and partially raw in the middle. You've obviously put the temperatures too high in the baking process, I'm sorry, but this is not Cookie Lion quality." You look at him in shook. "But, you didn't even taste it!" you say, rising from your seat. "Sir," he says, "I have been in the cookie buisness long enough to know a burnt cookie when I see it. You may go now."
Sadly, you stalk out of the office; so much for that plan. It looks like you may have to actually learn how to cook if you're ever going to make any money. You shudder, thinking about your history in cooking. Memories of the Thanksgiving family stomach pump incident still haunt your nightmares. Suddenly, though, you hear a sudden yowl of delight, and turn in the direction of the noise, which happens to be the office. You realize that your paws are empty; you left the cookie tin inside! Moments later, Lionard bounds through the doors, clutching the cookie tin, and chomping down the cookies as fast as he can. "THESE ARE THE MOST FABULOUS, DELICIOUS, SENSATIONAL COOKIES I HAVE EVER TRIED!" he yells, "I MUST HAVE THE RECIPE, PRICE IS NO OBJECT, IN FACT, YOU'RE MY PARTNER FROM NOW ON! SUCH A CONFECTIONARY GENIUS IS MUCH TOO VALUABLE FOR OTHER COMPANIES TO FIND! WHAT IS YOUR SECRET!?" All the while, he stuffs his mouth full of cookies.
Stammering, you gaze in bewilderment. "Um, there's a secret ingrediant?" you say. The lion finishes off the last of the cookies, and regains his composure, though you swear you can see a slight twitch. "Um... very well, we are a company that believes... any more? No? ...that believes in respecting family recipes... must have more... if you could just sign this," he hands you a contract, which you quickly read through and sign. "Excellent, now if you will take the elevator to the bakery level, we can start manufacturing your cookies IMMEDIATELY! Oh, sorry, a bit loud. That is, if you have enough of your secret ingredient."
You smile, and pat the bottle of sauce in your inside pocket. "Don't worry, I think I have enough for a couple of batches..."
Written by Jacob (edited by wanderer)
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