It was an average evening at The Pals' house. It was about six o'clock, and The Pals were hungry for some dinner.

"Let's just go and get some fast food somewhere," suggested Denis.

Sketch suddenly spoke.

"I can cook something!" Sketch blurted out.

Everyone turned to stare at Sketch.

"Are you sure that you can cook without damaging anything?" said Corl.

"I'm POSITIVE!" exclaimed Sketch.

"Okay..." Alex said with disbelief.

Everyone seemed to not really care too much, so everyone but Sketch went to their rooms. Sketch ran to the kitchen and took out a cookbook. He flipped through the pages until he found something that he thought would be good.

"This is gunna be EZZ!" Sketch said with confidence.

About 30 minutes later, smoke alarms were already going off.

"AHHHHH!" yelled Sketch.

Everyone rushed out of their rooms an into the kitchen, which was filled with smoke.

"SKETCH!" yelled Corl and Alex in unison.

"OH MY GOD! SKETCH WHAT DID YOU DO?!" yelled Denis in anger.

"I THOUGHT IT WAS GUNNA BE EASY!" Sketch yelled back.

"COOKING OBVIOUSLY ISN'T EASY! THAT'S WHY NONE OF US TRY TO COOK!" yelled Alex.

Suddenly, flames rose up from the stove.

"SKETCH, GET AWAY FROM THE STOVE!" yelled Corl.

"AHHHHH!" screamed Sketch.

"SKETCH, YOU IDIOT!" yelled Denis.

During all of the screaming and yelling, Sub was the only one that was silent through the whole thing. He was terrified, though.

"ABORT! ABORT!" Alex yelled to everyone else.

The flames were getting larger and larger by the second, so Denis took Sketch's wrist and dragged him out the front door while everyone else sprinted behind them.

"EVACUATE!" yelled Alex.

The Pals had made it out safely, but their house was up in flames.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! CALL 911!" Sketch yelled at Denis.

About an hour later, the fire had been sprayed out. The house was pretty much destroyed, though.

"Sketch, you should go move back in with your parents and brother. ALL IN FAVOR SAY I!" said Corl.

"I!" Alex and Denis exclaimed in unison.

Sub nodded his head in agreement.

"Hmph," said Sketch.

And that, my friends, is how the house burned down.