Chapter 4: Rescue mission

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No one's POV

In the castle King Gristle is slouching on the couch, as Bridget cleans the carpet, and the guards were leaning on their spears.

"Oh Barnabus," he spoke in a sad tone, "you're my only friend in this whole miserable world."

Barnabus responded with a growl while rolling his eyes.

"Dad was right I'll never ever never ever never be happy. Never..."

"Never say never." A voice suddenly spoke alerting everyone.

Everyone looked around then as the door, only to see Chef appear from behind plant pot. 

Everyone gasped at she walked over pass the guards.

"Chad. Todd." 

She threw her cape on their spears and crushed Bridget's vacuum.  

"Chef! Where did you come from? My father banished you 20 years ago. Have you been standing behind that plant this whole time?"

"If only, sire. No, I've been out in the wilderness... thinking of nothing but how I let you down. If only there was some way I could make you feel better."

"Well, fat chance. The only way I'll ever be happy is by eating a Troll... and that ain't gonna happen, thanks to you!"

"Ah, but it just might. Thanks to me."

She opens her pouch revealing the trolls, as they rose out singing.

"You found the trolls..."

King Gristle then reach for the trolls only to have his hand slapped away, and they ducked by in the pouch.

"So this means...I might actually get to be happy!"

"That's right."

King Gristle looked happily at the trolls as they shook in fear, until Chef zipped it back up.

"Of course everyone else will still be miserable, but that's not your concern."

King Gristle than looked over at his subjects.

"I am their king so it kinda is..."

"What exactly are you proposing, bringing back trollstice? For everyone?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm proposing!"

"Great idea, sire! Absolutely brilliant! Aren't you smart?"

"I-I guess I am."

"And I, your royal chef will be right behind you. Holding a knife..."

"What's that?"

"A knife, a spoon, a ladle, I am your chef after all."

"Yeah, you sure are!"

Later Chef walks into the kitchen after cleaning herself up.

"I'm back!" She exclaimed as she turned to Bridget. "You, scullery maid, what's your name?"

"Uh, Bridget."

"Congratulations, Idget. You work for me now. So you take those dishes downstairs and you start SCRUBBING!"

She gave Bridget a large amount of dishes.

"Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef."

As she left, Chef got out a cage, dump the trolls in, closed it and locked it. Everyone then got up with a feared expression.

"Shh...Don't cry Mr. Dinkles...! Shh!" Biggie said very worried. "Guys! Mr. Dinkles is really freakin' out!"

Mr. Dinkles squeaks.

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