Meanwhile, somewhere in Paris, the head cook of the Michelin star restaurant was preparing a dish aimed to be able to shut down every other restaurant in the city with it's excellence.
He was tall and well built and generally regarded as a very attractive man. He had a strong face with thin, gentle lips. His pure blue eyes were often called the pussy magnets by all the girls he fucked. The short brown hair on his head was clean and elegant
Ze Cooké's forehead was beaded with at least half a liter of sweat as he layed the final pieces of chocolate works on the top of lemon and honey meringue soufflé. If he placed it a millimeter wrong, it would be the fourth soufflé we would have destroyed.
Slowly he began to lower the pincers on to the plate. His hands were shaking and every small vibration was an earthquake in his eyes. Then, in a fraction of a second, it was all over. A tiny droplet of sweat dripped into his eye and he panicked thinking it was a fly. He screamed and shook his arms like a retard. He began to whack himself in the face with the fly squatter as ever since his child hood, he had despised flies.
It was at that moment he saw his soufflé. It looked like a blob of custard with some brown streaks in it. It was absolutely horrific. Suddenly, Ze Cooké felt a burning deep in his heart that was so incredibly intense, that he was forced to the ground. It was a pain as agonizing as a bullet staging into his chest. Seven painstaking hours down the drain. Ze Cooké was too stressed to make a fifth so he decided to go to the library, hide in a corner, and read.
It was a long walk but eventually he arrived. His old tattered chefs hat that he always wore was stained with sweat and countless sauces from years of cookery. His black pants were dusted with a layer of flour in which some places it was thicker than others.
Normally, whenever he went to the library the first thing he would do would be to flirt with the librarian with the sexy ass and to nail her. Today, he just walked straight past her even though she hitched up her skirt for him. On this particular day, he headed straight for the historical fantasy section. He picked out a book called 'I will never EVER go a Egyptian treasure hunt' and began to read. It told a tale of a young boy who, after finding a treasure map in his back garden, goes on a hunt for the greatest Egyptian treasure ever only to have his dreams shattered to a billion pieces.
Ted's legs where exhausted as he sprinted away from the horrific mummies. Their bandages swirling in the howling wind of the night Egyptian desert forced Ted to imagine how they would devour him the moment they got their hands on him. Other than that, all he could think about was poor teddy and the agonizing pain in the back of his head from the fall. He was so worn out, that his vision started to blur and tears begun to spring up in his eyes. It was right at that moment, that Ted saw the most beautiful sight. in fact it was so gorgeous, that Ted fell to his knees and weeped for joy. There, a few meters away, his wonderful teddy had appeared but life size and alive. He had a tremendous yellow glow coming from within him. The only unusual thing about him was that instead of his sweet, cute smile, he looked more furious than that hag had when Ted told her she looked silly. It was only at that instant that he noticed the mummies had been goring on his arms and legs and the immense pain in his next had intensified to level along with the rest of his body. Teddy ran forward with his huge legs to go and save his friends life but then, out of no where, a huge parade of mummies ran from behind Ted and attacked teddy. Then every thing went black.
The ending always made Ze Cooké end up crying. To him this book had everything a child needed to know about life. It taught them about love, respect and bravery. But most importantly, it taught them how to kill hobos that steal your car when your drunk. John decided he would sleep in the library that night. he wasn't quite sure why his body was telling him to do this but there was this extraordinary surge in his heart to stay the night. He then went on an expedition to find the comfiest book he could find to sleep on. He imagined he was Ted trying to escape the mummies body by finding a magical book that would bring everything back to normal. He imagined the walls he was gliding around where the walls of the mummies rotten intestines and that the books where disintergrating villi and he was looking for the biggest to pull him up to the surface where he could find the book. Then, Ze Cooké tripped, fell, and broke his arm. Although this may seem unfortunate, it was actually quite good. Had he not fallen, had he not tripped at that particular moment, he would have never seen the little scrap of ancient paper that would change his life forever.
When he picked it up, the first thing he noticed was the burning pain in the back of his head. But that all ended when he saw what was shown on the picture. It was a picture of a pyramid, a letter E and a scribbled phone number. Just then, many thoughts flew through his mind. What if its a pretty girl?What if its an old pervert? What if its a prank? What if its real? All of them flew away quickly except for that last one; what if its real. Slowly, with shaking hands, he took out his phone and slwoly dialed the number.
It began to call.
