The Cuphead Show! Season 4

A Recipe for Disaster Pt1

(As the title is shown "Baking the Wondertart plays and as the title moves away it mellows out into a sinister organ piece)

The moon shone coldly on the cottage, turning the world into a monotone landscape of greys. The light streamed through open windows, flowing across the table and illuminating a row of ingredients.

It was time.

With a sharp crunching sound a match was struck and a little light began to shine at the end. As it expanded, its glow lit up the surrounding areas with a dim, warm glow. The holder lifted the match up to a lantern and lit the wick, quickly filling the whole room with a hearty glow revealing Mugman, alone in the room, holding up the lantern, by the countertop that was also lined with various pots and cooking utensils, all evenly spaced is a grid.

Mugman ceremoniously lifted up the piece of Sugarland Wafer and gently placed it into the mortar. He stood up tall, picked up the pestle and looked straight ahead before sharply bringing the mortar down as if doing some blood sacrifice. He then looked down at the smashed piece of wafer and then looked over at the recipe book that was placed at the far end of the table.

Grind 1618.03 times exactly

Mugman sighed and continued grinding the wafer up

Meanwhile up in the bedroom Cuphead was sleeping restlessly. He tossed and turned muttering something almost incomprehensible; only single words of meaning could be found floating in the mess of mumbles. Danger. Void. Death. Then Cuphead turned over and the Eye necklace ,that was tied around his neck, flopped face up onto the mattress beside him.

The room suddenly lit bright blue Causing Cuphead to instinctively scrunch his eyes. The eye on the necklace was open wide and glowing. The pupil was frantically looking about, darting from side to side. It could sense something. Something big. Something close. And it wasn't just the Wondertart.

***

Cuphead opened his eyes and yawned loudly, rubbing the sleep out his eyes and stretching.

"Gooood, Morning mugsy!" Cuphead said enthusiastically, leaning over the side of his bead to look down at mugsy's bunk but down bellow was nothing but an empty bed

"Mugsy?"

Cuphead hopped out of bed and slipped on his clothes before wandering downstairs.

"Eldar Kettle? Mugman?" he called out as he hopped down the steps.

No reply...

He turned the corner and saw Mugman standing by the table, furiously working away at something.

Cuphead cautiously stepped closer towards his brother. Around Mugman seemed to be an aura of darkness as if light daren't go near him. All around the kitchen, dirty bowls were placed in geometric swirling patterns with mathematical precision.

"Mu...

"Oh hey Cuphead!" Mugman greeted, wheeling around to look at his brother with bloodshot eyes and a manic grin/grimace combo. He was holding a bowl full of some white sludge which he seemed to be whisking

"what ..." Cuphead started ,"what is all this.."

"This is the solution," Mugman explained ,"to all our problems."

"Our problems which are... what exactly,"

"Danger!" Mugman replied Exasperatedly, his whisking accelerating.

"Oh that." Cuphead chuckled ,"good old Mugsy still scared of everything. But seriously though, what are you doing?"

"Just over a year ago, We all died. DIED!" Mugman shouted ," And we only got out of it through so much luck, even you'd question the odds."