It all began, as these things usually do, with a new recipe... and a catastrophic magical mistake.
Kronk was convinced that the secret to fluffy fritters wasn't love, or technique, or the exact right oil temperature.
It was his grandmother's yeast.
He was in his kitchen, apron on as usual, enthusiastically whisking with his trusty spatula a new mix for his famous spinach fritters, always looking for better versions, and this time including ricotta cheese among a few new additions to try to further perfect the recipe.
Look how hard it was to get the llamas to cooperate!
"A touch of fresh basil... half a pinch of salt... and now, the magic!" Kronk said, lifting a small, suspiciously old-fashioned jar with what looked like inedible gold glitter inside from his spice rack.
Because of course he had a spice rack.
From his left shoulder, the imp Kronk narrowed his eyes.
"Uh... are you sure that's Grandma's yeast? Because the label says: 'Interdimensional Translation Powder, not to be confused with fritter yeast.'"
"What?" jumped the angelic Kronk on his right shoulder, pulling a book on dangerous products from behind his back and reading it while holding it in his hands. "That's illegal in at least three dimensions!"
"Calm down, both of you!" Kronk pointed at the supposedly dangerous label with a smirk. "Look, the label's half peeled and wrinkled; it's obvious Yzma's trying to play a joke. You know how clumsy she is at labeling things, besides, how could she not recognize Grandma's yeast?"
He shook the bottle. He poured it confidently.
The bowl of batter began to glow. Then vibrate.
Kronk blinked reassuredly; that was normal.
Probably
Then, without warning...
POM!
A swirl of batter, lights, and confusion filled the kitchen.
When the surroundings cleared, Kronk was no longer in his kitchen.
Not even in his world!
"Huh?" Kronk said, looking around, still holding the spatula and bowl of batter in confusion. "Okay... this isn't the first time a cooking experiment has thrown me into a new reality."
And so, Kronk's adventures began in a world filled with magic and food of dubious origin. No one expected it. Not even he. But for some reason... everyone needed someone exactly like him.
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