Roger the World's Greatest Therapy Dog becomes the World's Greatest Dog Chef

It was Monday afternoon and Roger was on his lunch break at Care City Hospital. He was sitting at a cafeteria bench with Harry, Hazel, Ruby, and Eddie. Roger picked up hischeeseburger and took one bite. He had a disgusted look on his face, and spite out his cheeseburger into a napkin.

“Ew! This cheeseburger tastes terrible,” said Roger. “I need to stop eating food at this hospital because one of theses days I’m gonna have to register myself as a patient. The food makes me so sick.”

Harry was enjoying his chicken sandwich chewing every bite. “You are so right, Roger!This chicken sandwich is so delicious, but it is not worth the food poisoning I’m gonna have tomorrow.” Harry finished his chicken sandwich and licked his lips. “Forget what I said that chicken sandwich is so worth the food poisoning."

Roger removed the top bun of his cheeseburger, and inspected his sandwich. “There is blue cheese on this cheeseburger,” said Roger. “Who puts blue cheese on a cheeseburger?”

Harry ate a french fry. “I wonder what makes blue cheese so depressed? I bet it’s because

it's not cheddar cheese. Cheddar cheese is delicious it is the happiest of all the cheeses,” said Harry.

Eddie was eating a slice of pepperoni pizza. “The food at this hospital is why I pack my lunch.”

Roger and Harry raised their noses and sniffed. “Eddie, where did you get that pizza?” asked Roger.

Eddie took a sip of milk from a milk carton. “I got it from The Pizza Pooch.”

“I thought that cheese smelled familiar I take it back Mozilla cheese is the happiest of all the cheeses,” said Harry.

“You lucky dog, The Pizza Pooch is my favorite pizza place,” said Roger.

“Mine too!” agreed Harry.

Ruby was eating a bowl of salad, she stabbed the lettuce with her fork, placed it in her

mouth and chewed. “How’s your bowl of grass, Ruby?” asked Roger.

“It’s delicious!” said Ruby.

“Hey Ruby, did you know the word, “Salad is an acronym it stands for Stupid, Awful, Lame, Awful, Dumb,” said Harry.

Ruby stared at “Harry, that acronym was stupid.”

Harry’s girlfriend, Hazel was also eating a salad. “I agree with, Ruby,” she said. “Salad is way better than the food at this hospital.” Hazel took another bite of her salad. “Besides we only eat salads to stay in shape for you guys.”

“You don’t have to eat salad to stay in shape, baby,” said Harry. “I love you just the way you are.” Harry puckered his lips together and moved towards Hazel’s lips. Hazel backed away trying to avoid a kiss.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” asked Harry.

“I’m not kissing you when your breath smells like chicken.”

“What are you talking about my breath smells great.”

“I think I can cook better food than all the cooks at this hospital,” said Roger.

“I know you can, Roger,” said Harry. “If you need a taste tester I’m available.”

“Thanks, Harry!”

“No, problem, Roger!” Harry’s stomach started to make a lot of noise. “I think the food poisoning is starting a little. I have to use the bathroom.” Harry got up from the table and ran to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna cook better food than the cooks at this hospital. Call me Roger the World’s Greatest Dog Chef.” said Roger.

Later that night, Roger was at his house in the kitchen. He was standing by the kitchen counter and began to make a sandwich. He placed a piece of sourdough bread on plate than started to put a lot of delicious things on it. Turkey, salami, roast beef, chicken, steak, french fries, mac and cheese ham, bacon, lettuce, and pickles. “This is gonna be the greatest sandwich in the world!” said Roger.

Roger’s owner Michael walked in the kitchen. “Hey, Roger! What are you doing in the kitchen?”

Roger finished his sandwich by adding a piece of bread on top. “I’m making sandwiches for all the therapy dogs at the hospital. I think I can make better food than the food they give us at the hospital.

“I hear what you're saying, if I keep eating that food. I’m gonna end up as one of the patients someday.”

“I know! I made that joke earlier today in the cafeteria,” said Roger.

Michael noticed that Roger was wearing a bright white chefs hat. “Hey Roger! “Where did you get that nice chef’s hat?”

Roger was working on another sandwich. “I bought it online with your credit card.”

“What? Roger I told you to only use my credit card for emergencies.”

“This was an emergency.”

Michael folded his arms. “How is it an emergency?”

“Well, if I’m gonna be Roger the World’s Greatest Dog Chef I need a nice chefs hat to make me look good.”

“Good point so how much did it cost?”

“Relax, Michael! It was only $100.”

Michael looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He placed his left hand on his heart. “$100!”

“Plus $100 shipping and handling.” Roger added.

Michael was speechless. “So you spent $200 on a chefs hat? That’s it, Roger you’re not allowed to use my credit card anymore.”

Roger placed a slice of bread on top of another sandwich. “Here, Michael! Take one bite of my sandwich and you’ll forget all about your credit card.”

Michael walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up the sandwich off the plate, and took a bite. He chewed it slowly. “Wow! This is delicious, Roger! What are the crunchy things?”

“Steak flavored dog treats for extra flavor.”

Michael’s eyes became huge as saucers, he spite out the sandwich into the sink, and turned on the fossil. “Sorry, Michael! Note to self don’t use steak flavored dog treats for humans.”

Michael was gargling water in his mouth, and then spite it out in the sink. “It’s alright, Roger! It’s still a great sandwich. What are you gonna call it?”

“I call it Roger’s World’s Greatest Therapy Dog Sandwich”

“That’s a great name, Roger!”

“Thanks, Michael! I know!”

The next day in the Care City Hospital Cafeteria, Roger, Ruby, Harry, Hazel, and Eddie were sitting around the lunch table enjoying Roger’s World’s Greatest Therapy Dog Sandwich.

Harry was enjoying a mouthful of the sandwich. “Oh, Roger! This sandwich is the best I ever ate. And the best part is it won’t give me food poising.”

“Thanks, Harry! I’m glad you enjoy it!”

“I’m serious, Roger! If it was legal I would marry this sandwich.”

Hazel stared at Harry. “What about me?”

Harry laughed. “I’m just joking, Hazel of course I will marry you, maybe!”

“Shut up, Harry! You’re not funny.”

Harry stopped laughing. “Yes, dear!”

“Your sandwich was delicious, Roger! Can you make some for The Roger World’s Greatest Therapy Dog Fan Club?” asked Eddie.

“Sure, Eddie!”

Ruby was sitting next to Roger. “Your sandwich was delicious, honey!”

Roger was wearing his chefs hat. “Thanks, babe! Would you like to kiss the cook?”

“Of course!” Ruby and Roger kissed each other. “You look so sexy in that chefs hat.”

Roger smiled. “Thanks, baby! I know!”

Harry was looking at his phone. “Roger you should start your own cooking show. Just

like Mrs. BananaTree.”

“Who is Mrs. BananaTree, Harry?” asked Roger.

“You remember Mrs. BananaTree, she was one of the patients you met the first day you worked at the hospital.”

Roger thought for a moment. “Oh, yeah! Mrs. BananaTree she thought I was her grandson, she bite me, jumped out the window, and ran away. We had to drive in an ambulance to catch her.”

“Yep, that’s her!” Harry started to play a video on his phone and handed it to Roger.

“Hey, Everyone it’s time to go bananas because it’s time for In the Kitchen with Mrs. BananaTree,” said the voice in the video.

Mrs. BananaTree was standing in a kitchen in front of a table. She was a little old lady with bright white hair, eyeglasses, and skin as pale as a ghost. She was wearing a bright white sweater with a black skirt.

Mrs. BananaTree smiled. “Hi, everyone! I’m Belinda BananaTree! Now, I may not be able to remember the names of my grandchildren.”

The entire audience said “Aw!”

Mrs. BananaTree stared at the audience. “Don’t feel bad for me I may not remember their names, but I do remember they’re total jerks.” The audience laughed. “Now, as I was saying I may not remember the names of my grandchildren, but I do remember how to make my delicious banana cream pie. Mrs. BananaTree pointed to the banana cream pie that was on the table infront of her. “Joining me today is this nice young newsman from the local news.”

The young newsman was standing next to Mrs BananaTree. He was tall, he wore a grey suit, with a white dress shirt, and a black tie. He also had short bright red hair. “Thanks, for having me on the show, Mrs. BananaTree!”

Mrs. BananaTree smiled at the newsman. “Your welcome, young man!”

The young newsman stared at the banana cream pie. “That pie looks so good! I can smell the type 2 diabetes from here. Can I have a piece?” The young newsman extended his left arm to reach a fork off the table. Mrs. BananaTree smacked his left hand away from the fork. “Ow!” cried the newsman.

“No! You will spoil your appetite.”

“Sorry, Mrs. BananaTree!”

Mrs. BananaTree rolled her eyes. “It’s ok!”

“Is your famous banana cream pie easy to make?” asked the young newsman

“It is so easy to make anyone can make it, unless you're my son’s wife on Thanksgiving

Day.” The entire audience laughed. Mrs. BananaTree became upset. “It’s not a joke! My son’s

wife’s banana cream pie is so terrible a monkey won’t even eat it.”

Harry fast forwarded the video with his paw, and than the video resumed playing. Mrs. BananaTree pulled the banana cream pie out of the oven and placed it on the kitchen counter.

“And just like that the pie is finally done,” said Mrs. BananaTree

The young newsman was standing next to Mrs. BananaTree. “Can I have a piece of pie now, Mrs. BananaTree?”

Mrs. BananaTree was slicing the pie with a knife. “Of course!” She handed the young newsman a slice of pie on a paper plate.

He took a bite and the pie caused the young newsman to have a huge smile on his face.

“Wow! This pie is so beeping good!” he said. The entire audience was shocked to hear that the young newsman said a swear word.

Mrs. BananaTree slapped the young newsman in the face. “Watch your language young man.”

The young newsman was embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. BananaTree.”

“It’s ok! You're right my pie is so beeping good!” The audience was shocked to hear Mrs. BananaTree swear. She stared at the audience. “Hey it’s my beeping show I can say anything I want. Next week I will show you all how to make my sour green apple pie! It’s so sour, but not as sour as my son’s wife’s heart. See you all next week.” Mrs BananaTree waved goodbye to the audience. The video ended.

So, Roger started making everyone food at the hospital. Everyone loved his food so much

that all the lunch ladies in the cafeteria quit. Roger became in charge of the cafeteria. He made his Roger the World’s Greatest Therapy Dog Sandwich along with a bunch of other food. Harry the Black Lab Lasagna, and Ruby Ravioli. Everyone loved Roger’s food so much the lunch ladies in the cafeteria quit. The hospital cafeteria became Roger’s Cafe. Everyone was eating in the cafeteria. Roger was standing in the kitchen in front of the giant kitchen window, wearing his chef’s hat.

Marvin walked towards the window holding a lunch tray with an empty bowl. “Hey, Roger! Can I have more of that Marvin Mac and Cheese?”

“Sure, Marvin!” Roger dipped a giant spoon in a giant pot of mac and cheese. He placed four scoops of mac and cheese in Marvin’s bowl.

Marvin smelled the sweet and cheesy aroma of the mac and cheese. “I love this mac and cheese so much, Roger! Not because you named it after me or because it super delicious, but because the noodles look like my handsome face.” Marvin pulled the spoon out of the bowl and stared at the noodles on the spoon. “Look at those handsome noodles,” said Marvin.

Roger stared the noodles in the spoon. “You’re right, Marvin those are some handsome noodles. I used my handsome noodle in my head when I was making the mac and cheese.”

Marvin had a confused look on his face. “What? You have a noodle in your head? Roger, that doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s a joke, Marvin! I was talking about my brain.”

“Oh, ok! I still don’t get it, Roger.”

“Just enjoy your mac and cheese, Marvin.”

Marvin walked away. Officer Dale DogBone and Officer Walter Wags walked towards the lunch window. “Hey, Roger the World’s Greatest Dog Chef!” said Officer DogBone.

Roger saw Officer DogBone and Officer Wags and smiled. “Hey, what are Care City’s two finest police dogs doing here?”

“We’re starving and we wanted to see our favorite therapy dog,” said Officer Wags.

Roger was flipping two burger patties on a grill with a spatula. “Why am I your favorite therapy dog?” asked Roger.

“Because we heard you're a great cook,” said Officer DogBone.

“Yeah, can I get a double bacon cheese burger with extra cheese?” asked Walter Wags.

“Make that two,” said Officer DogBone.

“Coming right up,” said Roger. Roger quickly made two cheeseburgers, and placed them on two lunch trays.

Officer DogBone picked up his cheeseburger and took a bite, he chewed slowly. “This cheeseburger is so amazing it should be illegal.

Officer Wags was also enjoying his cheeseburger. He licked his lips. “I agree, DogBone!

This cheeseburger has the right to remain delicious,” said Officer Wags. Roger, Officer DogBone, and Officer Wags laughed and walked away.

“See you later, Roger!” said Officer DogBone.

Roger waved goodbye. “See you guys later!”

Wille the Weiner Dog walked towards the lunch window. Roger rolled his eyes because he didn’t get along with Willie. “What can I get you, Willie?” asked Roger.

“Oh, nothing, Roger! I just ate at your mom’s doghouse,” said Willie.

“Ha! Willie, you are so funny!” said Roger sarcastically.

“Thanks my owner said I should do stand up comedy!”

“It’s too bad you're not hungry, Willie because I have a surprise for you.”

“Really? What is it?”

Roger handed Willie a plate of waffles. Willie took the plate and looked down at the

waffles they were shaped like Willie’s face. “These are the most handsome waffles I ever saw,”

said Willie.

“I call them Willie the Weiner Dog Waffles!” said Roger.

“Well, I have to give them a taste!”

Roger poured a bottle of maple syrup on the waffles and handed Willie a fork. “Enjoy

your waffles,” said Roger.

“Thanks, Roger!” Willie sat down at a table and started eating. “Oh, these waffles are so amazing, Roger!”

“I’m so glad!” said Roger.

Suddenly Willie’s eyes began to water. “Oh, my mouth is burning. I need milk, I need milk! cried Willie. He stood up and started running around the lunchroom in search of milk. “I

need milk, I need milk!” Willie grabbed a carton of milk off a table of another therapy dog and started chugging it.

Roger was on the kitchen floor laughing his tail off, he stood up off the floor. “I’m sorry, Willie! I accidentally poured hot sauce on your waffles, instead of maple syrup!”

Willie stared at Roger, he was full of anger. “I hate you so much, Roger!”

“I love you so much, Willie!” Roger continued to laugh his tail off.

At Leonard K. Cat Hospital, Leonard was sitting at the head of the table on the right side. Lenny K. Kitten was sitting on the right side of the table texting on his phone.

Leonard stared into the kitchen Lucy was pressing buttons on the microwave. “Is dinner done yet, Lucy?”

Lucy stared at Leonard. “Almost, Leonard.”

Lucy walked into the dinning room, carrying two plates of food, she placed one plate in

front of Leonard and the other in front of Lenny. Leonard stared down at his plate, and saw four fish sticks and a pile of french fries. Leonard picked up a fish stick and took a bite. Leonard chewed slowly and swallowed. “Oh, Lucy! Your food is so terrible!”

Lucy was sitting at the other side of the table. “Shut up, Leonard!”

Leonard took a sip of his milk. “All I’m saying is before I met you I had nine lives, now I’m down to five lives thanks to your terrible cooking.”

“Just eat your dinner, Leonard!”

“I’ll try!”

Lucy stared at Lenny. “Lenny, I told you no texting at the dinner table.

Lenny looked up from his phone and stared at Lucy. “Sorry, Mom! I’m texting my girlfriend.”

“Why don’t you have your girlfriend over for dinner, sometime?” asked Lucy.

“Because he likes his girlfriend,” said Leonard.

Lucy picked up a fish stick off her plate and threw it at Leonard. The fish stick smacked Leonard in the face. Leonard rubbed his face with his left. “Good shot, Lucy that’s why I married you.”

“Lenny, loves my cooking, don’t you, Lenny?”

Lenny was texting on his phone. “Uh, sorry, mom, but I wouldn’t let my worst enemy eat your food and I’ve been dating Lizzie for a while now and I want to keep it that way.60

Leonard started laughing. “Ha! I told you, Lucy.” Leonard raised his left paw. “Give me some paw, son.” Lenny gave his dad a high five.

“Leonard, where is your cousin, Clarence? I thought he was having dinner with us.”

Leonard took another sip of milk. “If he’s smart he’s eating dinner somewhere else, but what are the chances of that?”

Lenny laughed. “Good one, Dad. Lenny raised his left paw. Leonard gave his son another high five.

Clarence came running into the dining room holding a brown paper bag, he sat down next to Lenny. “Sorry I’m late, Lucy.”

“It’s ok, Clarence. Do you want me to make you, a plate?” asked Lucy.

Clarence thought for a second. “That depends, did you cook, dinner?

“Yes!”

“Then no I bought two sandwiches.” Clarence pulled the two sandwiches out of the bag, unwrapped one of them and started eating.”

Lenny stared at the other sandwich. “Clarence, can I have your other sandwich?”

“Sure, Lenny! Here you go!” Clarence handed Lenny the sandwich. Lenny unwrapped the sandwich and started eating.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess more fish sticks for me,” she said.

The delicious aroma of Clarence’s sandwich entered Leonard’s nostrils. “Hey, Clarence! Can I have a bite of your sandwich?”

Clarence had a mouth full of sandwich, and swallowed “Sure, Leonard.” Clarence cut a piece of his sandwich, handed it to Lenny, and Lenny handed it Leonard.

Leonard held the sandwich in his paws, and examined it. Leonard took a bite and chewed slowly than swallowed. “Wow! This is the best sandwich I ever had!”

“I know, right!” said Clarence with a mouth full of sandwich.

Leonard took another bite. “What are the crunchy things I”m tasting?” asked Leonard with a mouthful.

Clarence took a sip of milk. “Steak flavored dog treats,” said Clarence.

Leonard eyes became big as saucers and he spit out his sandwich onto his plate. He

walked across the table, and smacked Clarence in the face. Lenny spit out his sandwich too.

“Thanks for getting your paw prints all over the dinner table, Leonard,” said Lucy.

Leonard ignored Lucy because he was so mad at Clarence, he slapped him in the face again. “Why would you buy food from Roger and the other therapy mutts?”

Clarence had tears in his eyes. “Because everyone in the city is going to Care City Hospital for Roger’s cooking.”

Leonard gritted his teeth. “It doesn’t matter. Roger and the other therapy mutts are the enemy.”

“But Roger’s food is so good!” cried Clarence.

“Shut up, Clarence! I can cook better food than Roger the therapy mutt!”

Lucy laughed. “I doubt that!”

Leonard stared at Lucy. “It’s true I can cook better food than Roger.”

“Leonard, if that’s true then you can cook dinner tomorrow night,” said Lucy.

“Ok, I will! I’ll show all of you!”

The next night, Lucy was sitting at the head of the table on the right side. Clarence and Lenny were sitting next to each other. Leonard was in the kitchen cooking.

“Is dinner almost ready, Leonard?” shouted Lucy.

“Almost!” Leonard shouted back.

Leonard walked into the dining room, and served everyone. Everyone’s plate was

covered by a huge metal lid. Leonard sat at the other end of the table.

“Everyone dig in!” said Leonard.

Everyone pulled the lid off their plate. Lucy was surprised when she saw two hotdogs on

her plate. “Hotdogs?” said Lucy.

“They are not hotdogs,” said Leonard. “They are hot cats!”

“What’s the difference?” asked Lucy.

Leonard took a bite of his hot cat and then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Well, a hot cat has ketchup, mustard, Chile, cheese, relish, with tuna.”

The two hot cats on Clarence’s plate were gone. “Well, whatever they are called they are delicious,” said Clarence.

“See I told you guys I was a good cook and tomorrow I will serve Roger the World’s Greatest Therapy Mutt a dish best served cold,” said Leonard.

The next day at Care City Hospital cafeteria Harry, Eddy, Paul, Hazel, and Ruby were sitting at a bench enjoying the food that Roger cooked.

Roger walked over towards the table. “How’s the food taste, guys?

Harry rubbed his belly with his paw. “Amazing my belly is so happy,” he said.

Paul was eating a bowl of vanilla pudding, he licked his lips. “Roger, this pudding is delicious.” Paul popped another spoonful in his mouth. “Thanks for naming the pudding after me.”

“No problem, Paul! I agree Paul the CP Puppy Pudding is delicious.”

Marvin showed up. “Hey, Roger! Mrs. BananaTree is in the lobby and she wants to talk to you.”

Roger, was surprised. “Mrs. BananaTree? What could she possibly want?”

“I just told you, she wants to talk to you,” said Marvin. “Wow Roger! You may be a great chef, but you have terrible listening skills.”

Roger walked to the lobby. Ruby, Harry, Hazel, and Paul followed him. In the waiting room Mrs. BananaTree was sitting in a chair, holding a big white purse in her lap. When Mrs. BananaTree saw Roger she stood up.

“Are you Roger the World’s Greatest Dog Chef?”

“Yeah, I am! We actually met before.”

Mrs. BananaTree had a confused look on her face. “Really? I don’t remember?”

“Yep, you were my first patient when I started working here, you jumped out the window, and I had to chase you down.”

“It doesn’t ring a bell,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

“At the grocery store you ran me over with your shopping cart when I asked if I could buy your Thanksgiving turkey.”

Mrs. BananaTree thought for a moment. “I don’t remember doing any of that. Anyway Roger, I wanted to ask you if you want to be on my cooking show tomorrow to have a cook off and bake off to see who is the greatest chef in this city.”

Roger smiled. “Sure, Mrs. BananaTree I would love to come on your show to prove “I’m the greatest chef in the city.”

Mrs. BananaTree laughed. “Roger, you may be the World’s Greatest Therapy dog, but I’m the greatest chef around.”

“Sure you are, you old bag.”

Mrs. BananaTree became angry. “What did you say you stupid dog?” She swung her purse at Roger’s face.

“Ow! What do you have in that purse?” cried Roger.

“100 pieces of hard butterscotch candy,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

Leonard and Clarence walked into the waiting room. Leonard was wearing a white chef’s hat and a white dress shirt.

“Hello, therapy mutts!” Leonard was holding a plate of cookies that looked like him. The cookies were covered in bright orange frosting.” “Would any of you like a Leonard K. Cat Cookie?” said Leonard.

Mrs. BananaTree had a disgusted look on her face. “No, thanks! I can see the cat hair on them.”

Clarence’s face turned bright red. “Sorry that’s my hair I’ve been shedding like crazy.”

“What do you want, Leonard?” asked Roger.

“I just wanted to let you therapy mutts know that I am a way better chef than Roger the therapy mutt.”

Roger rolled his eyes. “I doubt that, Leonard.”

“Oh, Roger the the therapy mutt! I’m such a great cook kitchen is my middle name.”

“Leonard, I thought your middle name was Kyle,” said Clarence.

“Shut up, Clarence!” Leonard smacked Clarence across the face.

Clarence rubbed his face. “Sorry, Leonard.”

“You should come on my show tomorrow I’m having a cook off and bake off with Roger,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

Leonard picked a Leonard K. Cat Cookie off the plate he was holding and took a bite.

“Sounds good! I can’t wait to show the world that I am the world’s greatest cat chef.”

“Wonderful! Having a dog and cat chef on my show will boast my ratings,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

Leonard took the last bite of his cookie and swallowed. “See you therapy mutts tomorrow!” Leonard and Clarence left.

The next day Roger and Leonard were on the set of Mrs. BananaTree’s cooking show.

They were both standing behind a table and they were both wearing their big white chef hats with a white dress shirt. The therapy dogs were sitting in the audience with Clarence and the other therapy cats.

Clarence was looking around the studio. “I hope we get some free food,” he said.

“That would be nice,” said Harry.

Mrs. BananaTree was standing in front of the audience. The cameraman pointed the camera at Mrs. BananaTree. “And we are live in 3, 2, 1!” said the cameraman as he counted down with his fingers.

“Hi, Everyone! Welcome to In the Kitchen with Mrs. BananaTree I’m Belinda BananaTree. I may not remember the names of my 50 ex-husbands, but I remember how to cook anything your stomach desires.” The entire audience laughed. “I’m serious! I can’t remember a single one of my husbands. Today I’m having a cook off and bake off with Chef Roger and Chef Leonard K. Cat.” The cameraman pointed to Roger and Leonard. Roger and Leonard waved to the audience. “I would also like to introduce the three guest judges. There were two dogs and onecat was sitting behind a table. “Say hello to the first judge well known dog baker, Chad the Chocolate Lab.” The audience applauded.

Chad the Chocolate Lab had a dark brown fur, he waved to the audience. “I just want to let everyone know that I’m giving everyone my famous chocolate cake,” said Chad. The audience cheered. Chad smiled. “The secret ingredient is I don’t use real chocolate because chocolate is poisonous to dogs.”

“Our second judge is Chef Dolce the Puppy,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

Chef Dolce was a little dog, she was a Papillon. She had bright white fur and her face was covered in light brown fur. her tongue was out of her month and she was panting, and she was wagging her tail. She blew kisses to the audience. “Hi, Mrs. BananaTree it’s great to be here.

Yes, my name is Dolce it means sweet in Italian and I’m one sweet puppy,” she said. The audience cheered.

“Our final judge is Chef and baker, Bill Marbles,” said Mrs. BananaTree.

Bill was a Russian blue cat, he had dark gray fur, and his eyes looked like round bright yellow marbles. He waved to the audience. “I want to let everyone know that giving everyone free marble cake from my bakery, Bill Marbles Marvelous Marble Cake Bakery,” said Bill. The audience cheered.

The cook off and bake off started. The first food that Roger, Leonard, and Mrs. BananaTree was a sandwich. Mrs. BananaTree made a peanut butter and banana sandwich. All the judges enjoyed the sandwich.

“This sandwich is so delicious it’s driving me bananas,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

“This sandwich is so dolce!” said Chef Dolce.

“This sandwich is so delicious it’s making my whiskers are dancing,” said Bill.

“Mrs. BananaTree smiled. “Thank you so much!” she said.

The judges also enjoyed Roger’s sandwich, The Roger World’s Greatest Therapy Dog Sandwich.

Chad the Chocolate Lab was eating the sandwich. “I see why sandwiches are called

sandwiches because this sandwich is so delicious it’s casting a spell on me,” he said.

“I love this sandwich so much!” said Chef Dolce.

“This sandwich is so amazing it makes me want to go to the top of the roof and bark,” said Bill

“Thank you!” said Roger!

None of the judges enjoyed Leonard’s sandwich, “The Leonard K. Cat Club Sandwich because it was just a tuna sandwich with American Cheese.

“This sandwich is nothing to write home about,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

“It’s so awful my tail didn’t wag once,” said Chef Dolce.

“Leonard, your sandwich is ok, but it’s not purr-fect,” said Bill.

Leonard rolled his eyes. “What do you guys know about cooking and baking?” he asked.

“We are all cooks and bakers,” said all three judges.

“Big deal!” said Leonard.

The next food was hotdogs. All the judges enjoyed Mrs. BananaTree’s hotdog, her hotdogs had ketchup and banana flavored mustard the hotdog bun was made out of banana bread. They also enjoyed Roger’s hotdog it was called “The Roger the World’s Greatest Hotdog of Deliciousness.” It had ketchup, mustard, melted cheddar cheese, relish and chili. None of the judges liked Leonard’s hotdogs.

Chad the Chocolate Lab took one bite of Leonard’s hotdog. “This hotdog is so terrible it should be called a cold dog because it’s that awful,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

“It’s not a hotdog it’s a hot cat,” said Leonard.

“Oh, I’m sorry this hot cat is terrible,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

“Leonard, after eating your hot cat my tail did not wag once,” said Chef Dolce.

“Leonard, your hot cat is ok, but it’s not purr-fect,” said Bill.

Roger won the round.

The last food was cupcakes. All three judges thought Mrs. BananaTree’s banana cream cupcakes were delicious. No one enjoyed the Leonard’s cupcakes he called them.“Leonard K. Cat Cupcakes it was a vanilla cupcake and on top of it was Leonard’s face made in orange frosting.

“This cupcake is so terrible it is not worth the calories,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

“This cupcake is not dolce,” said Chef Dolce.

“I think I just lost one of my nine lives eating this cupcake,” said Bill.

Leonard became made. “I hate all three of you!” His claws popped out of his front paws.

Roger was laughing. “Relax, Leonard and have a cupcake.” Roger took one of his cupcakes off his plate and stuffed it in his mouth.”

Leonard swallowed the cupcake. “Wow, Roger! For a therapy mutt you make really good cupcakes!”

“Thanks, Leonard! Wish I could say the same.”

“No you don’t, you therapy mutt!”

“Your right! I don’t wish that at all.”

Roger called his cupcakes Roger’s “Ridiculous Cupcake.” It was a vanilla cupcake on top of the cupcake it was Roger’s face made out of bright yellow frosting. All three judges enjoyed them.

“Roger, this cupcake is so delicious it’s ridiculous,” said Chad the Chocolate Lab

Roger was so happy. “Thanks, Chad! I think so too!”

“Roger, after eating your cupcake my tail is having another party it can’t stop wagging,” said Chef Dolce.

“Roger, your cupcake is so good it is simply purr-fect,” said Bill.

“I think we have a winner!” said Chad the Chocolate Lab.

Suddenly Mrs. BananaTree became mad. “What! How can I lose on my own show to a dog? The cupcakes can’t be that good!” Mrs. BananaTree grabbed one of Roger’s cupcakes,

shoved the cupcake in her mouth, and swallowed it whole. The cupcake became stuck in her

throat and she began to choke. The audience became scared. Roger quickly got behind Mrs.

BananaTree and started to perform the Heimlich.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. BananaTree. Everything is going to be ok!” said Roger.

Roger pushed on her stomach. The cupcake fired out of her mouth and landed in Clarence’s mouth who was sitting in the audience. Clarence chewed the cupcake and swallowed it. “Wow! This cupcake is so delicious it really is delicious,” he said.

Mrs. BananaTree was standing on stage. Roger was standing next to her. “Are you ok, Mrs. BananaTree?” asked Roger.

Mrs. BananaTree was still mad and stared directly at Roger. She had little fire flames in her eyes, and gritted her teeth. “You stupid dog you tried to kill me with your stupid cupcake!” She began hitting him with her big white purse.

“Ow! What are you doing? I just saved your life, you crazy old bag!” cried Roger. Mrs. BananaTree continued to hit Roger.

Leonard was laughing. “That’s right, Mrs. BananaTree! You teach that therapy mutt a lesson.”

Mrs. BananaTree was swinging her purse up in the air like it was a num chuck and started hitting Leonard. “Ow! Stop hitting me you crazy old bag!” cried Leonard.

Mrs. BananaTree kept hitting Leonard. “I’ll teach you a lesson, you stupid cat!”

The episode was Mrs. BananaTree’s most viewed episode on her show. Mrs. BananaTree won the cook off and bake off. However, Roger the World’s Greatest Therapy Dog was still the World’s Greatest Dog Chef at Care City Hospital!