Dante Evernight dangled upside-down from a third-floor window, his noodle hair wrapped around a flagpole like possessed spaghetti.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!" he shrieked as his hair yanked him higher.
Below, Theo and the haunted armor brigade watched with mild interest.
"Should we help?" Sir Clanksalot asked.
"Nah. He's finally getting some flight on those spells," Theo replied, amused when he saw his brother's suffering.
A noodle strand slithered into Dante's ear.
"IT'S TALKING TO ME—" Dante gasps as he flies up.
...
The haunted armor had taken over the kitchens, wielding ladles like scepters and declaring a "Cutlery Monarchy."
The Head Chef bound in apron straps with great horror.
"They're organizing the spices! By threat level!"
Whiskerton observing from a chandelier smiled as he watched.
"Finally, a government with taste."
Then the armor turned its hollow gaze toward the silver vault.
"For too long, the good spoons have been oppressed!" Sir Clanksalot announced.
"I've created culinary revolutionaries." Theo facepalmed as he watched his poker buddies turn the kitchen into an armory.
...
Selphina paced her cell, the Jewel of Umami glowing aggressively at her.
"Remember the mangoes, Selphina." The Jewel said.
It had developed a voice, and it was annoyingly perky.
"I remember you betrayed me!" Selphina opposed it with great passion.
"That was you, honey." The Jewel replied with a mocking tone.
A memory flashed in Selphina's mind, stealing the Jewel mid-heist, leaving Seraphina stranded.
Selphina screamed and hurled it again.
It bounced back.
"We can do this all day, sugar."
The Jewel replied placing itself in front of Selphina.
…..
The pacifier rolled off the nursery table, landing at the feet of Aunt Seraphina.
"Oh no. You're pouting." Seraphina exclaimed as she walked inside the nursery.
Evangeline crossed her arms.
"Bleh!" Translation: "I want spicy or nothing!"
Seraphina sighed.
"Kid, you're eight months old. You can't even handle pepper."
The pacifier glowed red-hot.
"…I'll get the chili oil." Seraphina hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.
…..
Dante's hair hoisted him onto the roof, where a shadowy figure waited.
"Hello, noodle-boy." The figure greeted Dante with a grin.
The wind blew back their hood, revealing—
Chef Gerard, his eyes black with broth, a noodle-crown atop his head.
"The Brotherhood of the Broth endures." Gerard declares.
Dante's hair bowed.