By Melissa. Rated G.
*~At 537 Avian Way~*
-In the kitchen-
Gosalyn: Let's see... garlic powder, onion powder, paprika, salt, red pepper, ground mustard, breadcrumbs, and an egg. Yup, that sounds about right.
Drake *outside the door*: Gos, what are you doing in there?
Gosalyn: Just making dinner, Dad! Don't worry, I won't set the kitchen on fire like the last time.
Drake: I don't trust you, young lady. The last time you cooked something on your own... well, whoever heard of boiling OIL?
Gosalyn: I was trying to make popcorn. It's not my fault that the oil was too much. Now let the master work, Dad.
Drake: *sigh* Okay... but I mean it, Gos. Don't make me have to call the interior decorator again. (leaves)
-Later, in the dining room-
Launchpad: Hey, Gos! Is dinner ready yet?
Gosalyn *from the kitchen*: There's only so much a nine-year old can do all at once! I'll pull out the meatloaf as soon as I've poured you and Dad some soda -
CRASH!
Gosalyn: Oops.
Drake: Gosalyn?! Was that the crystal?!!
Gosalyn *nervously*: Uh... no, of course not, heheheh...
(A minute later, Gosalyn comes out struggling with a HUGE silver platter, upon which are two crystal glasses with Koo Koo Kola in it, corn on the cob, macaroni and cheese with oregano, and the meatloaf.)
Drake: *stares; nothing is burned - looks in the kitchen, then eyes Gos* Okay, what did you do with Gosalyn?
Gosalyn: *rolls eyes* Just eat the food, Dad.
Drake: *takes up a fork* I just hope this isn't a health hazard, daughter of mine. *takes a bite of the meatloaf* Mmm. Say, this is right tasty... GAAAAAAAAH! *flames shoot out of his throat* SPICY! WATER!! *chugs the soda*
Launchpad: Woah. What did you do to it, Gos?
Gosalyn *sheepishly*: Just call me the next Emeril... I kicked it up a notch.
(Note: this skit is based on something I actually made for dinner. It was a chicken meatloaf that tasted good at first, but as soon as you swallowed it- BAM!)
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