This is just going to a fanfic that's basically all flashbacks, but I think it'll be good. This is just how I think some things happened, like how Chowder became Mung's apprentice, how he got his hat, how Shnitzel started working at the catering company, and many more things that we would want to know. Please remember to review. Thanks and enjoy.
"Hey Mung," said Chowder who had just entered the kitchen. It was a beautiful Sevensday morning, and Chowder was ready to start cooking. "What are we going to cook today?"
"Oh, we're not cooking anything today, Chowder," said Mung.
"What?! Why not?" asked Chowder.
"Because, it's spring cleaning day," replied Mung, "We mostly have to clean the attic, that place hasn't been cleaned in years. It'll probably take all day to clean."
"Oh man, I hate cleaning," complained Chowder.
"Radda radda radda," agreed Shnitzel.
"Yes, I hate cleaning too," said Mung, "But we have to. And hey, we might find some interesting things up there."
"Like thrice cream?"
"Um, probably not."
"Come on," said Truffles, "Let's get started, I don't want to spend my entire afternoon cleaning an old, dirty attic." The rest of them didn't want to either. So they all went up stairs, and opened the door to the attic.
"It's really dark in here," said Chowder when they entered the attic, "I can hardly see!"
"Don't worry, I know there is a light switch around here somewhere...." said Mung who started feeling the walls for a switch, "Aha! Here it is!"
As soon as he flipped on the switch, the room filled with light. No one could believe what they saw. The entire attic was filled with giant boxes, each filled to the brim. There was hardly enough room to move!
"Oh radda! Radda radda radda radda!"
"It won't take all day if just stop complaining and start cleaning!" said Truffles. So, each person just grabbed a box, and started digging through it.
"No thrice cream in here," said Chowder as he looked in his box, "Just old clothes." He closed up the box, and pushed it to the side. He grabbed another box, this one had old pots and pans in it. He pushed to the side and grabbed another. Nothing but old cook books. "Oh, there's nothing good in these boxes!" But then he saw a small box that was shoved behind a box labeled "Clothes".
Chowder grabbed it, and opened it up. Inside the small box was a book, but it wasn't a cookbook. It had a shiny, brown cover, and the title was written in gold. It said "Memories". What kind of book was named "Memories", thought Chowder.
He opened the book up, and saw a picture. It was a group picture, everyone was there. Mung, Truffles, Shnitzel, and Chowder. But Chowder looked really young, only about five years old. "We must of taken this when I was little," said Chowder. He wanted to share his special find with the others.
"Hey Mung! Come look at the book I found!" Mung popped his head out from behind a box. "What book did you find, Chowder?" Chowder held up the book. "Hey, it's our old photo album!" Mung climbed out from behind the box, and smiled at the old picture inside the book. "I can't believe we still had this."
"I wonder what else is in here," said Chowder. He turned the page. On the next page, there was a small picture of young Chowder, and what looked like a certificate. It said "This certifies that Mung Daal is now the cooking master and official guardian to Chowder". It was from the Apprentice Agency.
"This is the certificate I got when you first became my apprentice," said Mung.
"That was when I was staying at the Apprentice Agency," said Chowder, "I was just five years old. Do you remember when we first met?"
"Well, of course!" said Mung, "I remember it like it was yesterday."
Okay, so that was the prologue. Please review, and I should have the next chappie up within a few days.