"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

"WHAT?!"

"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!'

"EVACUATE!"

"NO WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE!"

"QUICK! GET SOMETHING TO STOP IT!"

"LIKE WHAT?"

"PATRICK, DON'T BLOW ON THE FLAMES, IT WON'T DO ANYTHING!"

"SORRY I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP!"

"FIRE!"

"HURRY, GET SOME WATER!"

"WATER WON'T HELP!

"CAN WE PEE ON IT? WILL THAT HELP?'

"NO BRENDON, PEE WON'T STOP THE FIRE!"

Frank realized how real the situation was and he got up fast to look. His ten teammates were running around the kitchen in despair. The quesadillas were up in flames and the fire was spreading rapidly. Joe was on the ground bawling while Andy tried to comfort him. Mikey was running around in circles in fear, tripping over Andy and Joe. Patrick was trying to blow out the fire while Brendon peed over it. Gerard tried beating the fire to death with a towel but stopped pretty soon when, to his horror, the towel caught fire too. Ray stood next to him nearly coughing to death from the smoke.

That's when Frank remembered something.

The fire extinguisher! It was upstairs in his room, he didn't think they'd actually need it. He ran upstairs two steps at a time (like the bad boy he was) and retrieved the bottle before racing back down (he tried to do three at a time but he wasn't bad enough and his legs were too short to manage.

He bolted into the kitchen and saved the day by putting out the fires. When they were able to see again, they were in shock. The whole room was covered in the white snow looking stuff leftover. A lot of the cooks had some of the stuff on them. It was not a nice looking scene.

"Okay then." Frank said. "Looks like that's all taken care of. Be careful next time. Oh, and if you need any dishes washed, I'll be napping on the couch again." He said before headed for the living room.

Nobody responded.

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Ten minutes until time's up
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"Are you sure this needs more hot sauce?' Dallon asked, holding back tears.

"Of course!" Patrick reassured. "This is Pierce The Veil we're talking about! They can handle anything spicy."

"Fine." Dallon choked out as he dumped another layer of hot sauce on the taste-test quesadilla. He took another bite and almost fell over from the burning feeling in his throat. He coughed hard and spit up the quesadilla, covering his arm in a red liquid. Either blood from his insides or hot sauce. He fell into a coughing fit and Patrick deemed him useless before moving on to another person.

"Joe can you sample this please?" Patrick asked, showing him the plate.

Joe shrugged and took a bite. He instantly passed out cold (er, shall I say hot?). Patrick tended to him for a moment before dumping him on Andy.

"Pete can you try this?" Patrick asked.

"Sure!" Pete took one bite and burst into tears.

Patrick smiled, knowing it was a good temperature but then frowned remembering poor Pete was hurt. Oh well. They had to get this challenge done.

"Brendon? Tell me if this is good."

Brendon took a large bite and his tongue dissolved in his mouth.

Patrick tried the next person.

"Mikey? What are your thoughts on this food?"

Mikey's throat caught fire and Frank had to bust out he fire extinguisher once more.

"I think it's perfect!" Patrick said, smiling.

He quickly filled four small bowls with Ryan's Cheez Whiz and set them on the plates with the rest of the meal. After Mikey cut the quesadillas with his sharp jawline, they were ready to go.

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A lil bit later
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"Welcome back to round two!" Billie Joe announced. This time Billie Joe had made a room appear containing a small dining table for Pierce The Veil to sit at and eleven folding chairs for the chefs. The folding chairs were probably there so nobody would pass out from fear this time. Billie Joe treated himself to a tall stool so he could observe from higher up. Plus, it made him look more dignified.

"Same rules apply. Pierce The Veil, you may observe your food. Chefs, any questions?"

"Nope." They said.

A minute later, Pierce The Veil began to eat. Patrick cringed, praying that he didn't overdo it with the hot sauce. He really regretted the choice. Maybe he went too far? That's a serious issue to have, too much spice in a dish. If you could even call it spice at this point...

Patrick sealed his eyes shut and when he opened them, none of the four judges seemed phased. They all sat contently eating their food and joking around about their roadies and how annoying they are.

"Yeah and I caught some of 'em playing Beat It too!" Vic said

"No way! We told them not to touch our stuff! How did they even learn that song?" Jaime asked.

"Who knows." Vic said before Fall Out Boy caught his attention. "Say, you're Fall Out Boy, eh? You're the ones who recorded Beat It like, a hundred years after us!"

"No, that was you!" Pete said, seething. "You stole that idea from us!"

The usual argument. There has been lots of controversy between the two bands regarding an infamous cover of Michael Jackson's Beat It. Both bands covered it some time ago and they still argue about who had the idea first.

"We announced it to everyone before we recorded it!" Pete yelled.

"No you did not!" Jaime said. "You liar!"

"How would you know? You blocked us on all social media platforms!" Joe said.

"We blocked you after you stole that cover from us!" Jaime said.

"Okay everyone please relax!" Billie Joe said. "Now I gotta calm you all down so the judging is fair." Billie Joe did some sort of chant to calm Peirce The Veil down. "This way they won't give you bad scores because you made them mad."

"We were mad?" Vic asked.

"Nope." Billie Joe said, smiling. "Please continue eating."

They continued eating until time was up. Jaime, Vic, Mike, and Tony looked over their notes they made before making their statements.

"I really loved it. The hot sauce was an excellent touch but it could have been spicier in my opinion. The beans were nice, I like how you added some pepper to them. The spicier the better, really." Tony said.

"Spicier?" Patrick gasped. "How?"

"We love hot stuff." Jaime answered.

"Oh you bet we do." Vic said, winking at Jaime.

"Uh okay, don't mind my brother there." Mike said, embarrassed. "I agree, the quesadillas were great. A little plain, though. I would have loved some meat in them but it was fine. The hot sauce was again, a great touch. The beans were canned though, right?"

"Um, yes. They were." Patrick said ashamed.

What had he been thinking? Serving canned beans to harsh Mexican critics in a competition that might as well mean life or death? He must be insane! Why would they ever approve of canned beans? These guys probably have high qualit-

"They were amazing!" Mike finished. "And I also loved the pepper. But a tip for next time, don't be shy on the pepper, you can always put more on."

Patrick nodded, beaming. He felt so proud of himself and his team. So far so good. He hoped the others would have similar opinions.

"Jaime, your turn." Billie Joe said.

"I thought it was pretty nice. The beer was great."

Brendon smiled.

"And the beans were a bit firm, next time let them go for a few minutes longer so they have a mushier texture. I liked the hot sauce in the quesadillas. But I did happen to notice, why did they taste like pee?"

The group looked at Brendon who earlier decided it was a good idea to pee on the fire to make it stop. And of course, everyone knows he has terrible aim so the pee ended up getting in the quesadillas. They had all hoped the excessive amount of hot sauce would help hide the taste but apparently it didn't work.

"Oh yeah! I noticed that too." Vic said. "I kinda liked it. It added a nice kick."

Everyone started at Vic now.

"What?" He asked. "Don't judge my tastes! Billie Joe asked me to judge you. Not the other way around."

They did anyway.

Vic was last to judge. "I really liked this meal way more than breakfast. It had great flavor and the pee taste was wonderful. How did you get it to taste like real pee?"

"Er... You see..."

"Oh I see, chef's secret ingredient, eh? I got it. I won't push." Vic said. "I also loved the beer, nice job. And the beans were great too. It certainly wasn't a gourmet fancy dish but I liked it."

"And now for scoring." Billie Joe said.

"Pierce The Veil please remember to hold up the score card nice and high this time. Jaime, you did not hold yours up very high last time." Billie Joe instructed. "Now I'm gonna count down a lot slower this time so certain people don't pass out. Ray and Brendon can you hold Patrick and make sure he doesn't faint this time?"

"Yes, sir." They answered.

"Okay. Fivefourthreetwoone. Done. Flip over your cards." Billie Joe said super fast.

The chefs nervously looked at each card, worried about what the scores would show.

9 from Tony.

9 from Mike.

7.5 from Jaime.

9.5 from Vic.

Billie Joe whipped out his special TI calculator and calculated the results. "You averaged to an 88%! Outstanding job! You have passed this round and now there is only one remaining task for Cook For A Day. That will be snack."

The group jumped around and high fived each other, happy with their success. They were anxious yet excited to move on to snack time.

Well, Tony wasn't as ready as they were apparently.

"WAIT!" He screamed at Billie Joe.

The eleven castaways silenced, worried about what he had to say.

"Yes? Tony are you alright?" Billie Joe asked, concerned.

"I-I'd like to change my score." He said sheepishly.

"Well if you'd like to improve your score it's fine because it will only affect their grade by bringing it up." Billie Joe tried to explain. "However, if you'd like to lower it than we will have to recalculate the scores to make sure they still pass the 70% required score."

"I'd like to lower it."

Patrick fainted.