[002] Welcome to Hell. Now, re-create the soup.
Recreating the soup was going to take a lot of work, as far as Remy is concerned. He still doesn't know how he is going to cook with Linguini, at least not as 'one'. But he is hiding, nevertheless, inside his shirt. And he's very, very hungry. All he can think about is how much he wants to eat.
As Linguini reaches for the chives, Remy shakes his head. There is work to be done first. He has to recreate the soup from last night, but through Linguini.
"No, not that!" he squeaks, ducking back through the smock, crawling down the length of his arm and reappearing out the sleeve. He looks up, shakes his head, but still Linguini reaches for the wrong ingredient.
All right. No choice but to --
Remy sinks his teeth into the boy's hand. Linguini yelps.
"Ow! Hey!"
Remy crawls back up his sleeve. Linguini slaps a hand across the spot he must have felt the rat, just as Remy crawls towards another part of his body before the boy attempts to hit at him once more. Yelps and cries of pain, tickles and sighs only get Remy to want to try harder. He's not listening.
He continues to bite at him until he can feel Linguini move. He's walking, but he can't see where. In a sudden flurry of motion, the boy tears open his shirt and Remy jumps onto the nearest shelving unit. Ah. They're in the refrigerator room. This is where all the food is.
Linguini screams.
Again and again.
Remy isn't really paying any attention anymore. There's a really lovely piece of cheese behind where the lanky boy is standing and all he wants is --
"Oh..., you're hungry."
His ears perk, and Remy can't help but feel that excitement an animal feels when it is given food. He takes the little piece of cheese and nibbles.
"Okay. Let's think this thing out. You know how to cook, and I know how to...appear..." He looks down at himself. "...uh - human. We just need to work out a system. So that I get what you want, in a way that doesn't look like I'm being controlled by a tiny rat chef..."
Beat.
"Oh, would you look at me? I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane! I'm in a refrigerator, talking to a rat about cooking in the kitchen and -- this -- will never work!"
He pauses, leans towards him so they are on eye level. Remy looks up, putting his cheese down for a moment.
"We've gotta communicate. I can't be constantly checking for a yes or no headshake from a rat--"
The door opens. Both Linguini and Remy turn to see Skinner (Head Chef of the kitchen).
Remy's eyes widen. Oh, shoot. If he's discovered, they'll both be fired.
The light switch goes off.
As Linguini reaches for the chives, Remy shakes his head. There is work to be done first. He has to recreate the soup from last night, but through Linguini.
"No, not that!" he squeaks, ducking back through the smock, crawling down the length of his arm and reappearing out the sleeve. He looks up, shakes his head, but still Linguini reaches for the wrong ingredient.
All right. No choice but to --
Remy sinks his teeth into the boy's hand. Linguini yelps.
"Ow! Hey!"
Remy crawls back up his sleeve. Linguini slaps a hand across the spot he must have felt the rat, just as Remy crawls towards another part of his body before the boy attempts to hit at him once more. Yelps and cries of pain, tickles and sighs only get Remy to want to try harder. He's not listening.
He continues to bite at him until he can feel Linguini move. He's walking, but he can't see where. In a sudden flurry of motion, the boy tears open his shirt and Remy jumps onto the nearest shelving unit. Ah. They're in the refrigerator room. This is where all the food is.
Linguini screams.
Again and again.
Remy isn't really paying any attention anymore. There's a really lovely piece of cheese behind where the lanky boy is standing and all he wants is --
"Oh..., you're hungry."
His ears perk, and Remy can't help but feel that excitement an animal feels when it is given food. He takes the little piece of cheese and nibbles.
"Okay. Let's think this thing out. You know how to cook, and I know how to...appear..." He looks down at himself. "...uh - human. We just need to work out a system. So that I get what you want, in a way that doesn't look like I'm being controlled by a tiny rat chef..."
Beat.
"Oh, would you look at me? I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane! I'm in a refrigerator, talking to a rat about cooking in the kitchen and -- this -- will never work!"
He pauses, leans towards him so they are on eye level. Remy looks up, putting his cheese down for a moment.
"We've gotta communicate. I can't be constantly checking for a yes or no headshake from a rat--"
The door opens. Both Linguini and Remy turn to see Skinner (Head Chef of the kitchen).
Remy's eyes widen. Oh, shoot. If he's discovered, they'll both be fired.
The light switch goes off.