The camera zoomed in on Sir Fluffington III, a cat in a tiny chef’s hat, whisking a batter with a paw. The duck next to him, Dwayne, muttered, ‘This is a crime against humanity.’
The soufflé rose—then collapsed into a sad pile of eggs. Sir Fluffington sneezed, sending flour everywhere. Dwayne yelped, ‘You’ve ruined the mise en place!’
The judge, a stern penguin in a tuxedo, stared at the wreckage. ‘This isn’t a soufflé—it’s a cloud of regret.’
Sir Fluffington blinked, then knocked over a salt shaker. Dwayne lunged, catching it mid-air. ‘I’ve got this!’ he squawked, only to trip over a spoon and faceplant into the flour. The crowd roared as the penguin muttered, ‘Cut… and burn the set.’
Dwayne emerged, dusted in white, wearing a chef’s hat as a helmet. ‘Next time,’ he growled, ‘I’m bringing a ladder.’
