-Chapter 1: An Unforgettable Luncheon

Ring ring.
The doorbell rang. Superintendent Chalmers stood outside, champagne in hand, as he waited patiently. Seymour opened the door, greeted سے طرف کی his employer, who greeted him with a monotone voice
“Well, Seymour, I made it”, Superintendent Chalmers said, “Despite your directions”
“Ah, Superintendent Chalmers! Welcome!” Seymour exclaimed with a smile. “I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon”
“Eh”, Chalmers exclaimed in a rather bored tone. He invited himself in, taking a نشست at the table, placing the champagne into the ice bucket. Seymour made his way into the kitchen, opening the door, unaware of a horrible sight that awaited him. Inside, a dark بادل of smoke rose from within the oven, covering the room in a pitch blackness. Seymour gasped in horror as he ran over, throwing open the تندور door, finding his roast burning within before catching fire. Seymour shouted in terror. “Oh, egads! My roast is ruined!”
But Seymour was not defeated. He had to think of a way to fix this, in the hopes of keeping Chalmers satisfied. He stepped away from the oven, and made his way over to the window. There, he spotted a Krusty Burger just across the street. A thought came into Seymour’s mind, as he thought to himself out loud, “But, what if… I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking?”
With this thought in mind, Seymour gave a delightfully devilish laughter.
“Ho, ho, ho. Delightfully devilish, Seymour.”
Putting the plan into action, Seymour quickly removed his apron, setting it aside before he opened the window. He was one leg out the window when he was brought to a sudden halt, as the door behind him was opened سے طرف کی one Superintendent Chalmers.
“I-”, Chalmers was cut off at the sight of Seymour hanging out the window. His eyes squinted at the sight. Seymour was only left with the noise of a song, one that he nor Chalmers could truly hear. Almost as if it weren’t there. The song went as such
“Skinner with his crazy explanations
Superintendent’s gonna need his medication
When he hears Skinner’s lame exaggerations
There’ll be trouble in town tonight”
“Seymour!” Chalmers shouted in anger and annoyance. Seymour turned his head and answered instantly, “Superintendent, I was just, uh…”. Thinking of a lie right quick, Seymour continued, “Stretching my calves on the windowsill. Asymmetric exercise! Care to شامل میں me?”
The unwavered Chalmers pointed to the تندور and asked, “Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour?”
Seymour’s attention turned to the oven, and thinking of another quick lie, he responded, “Uuh, oh! That isn’t smoke. It’s steam! Steam from the steamed clams we’re having. Mmm! Steamed clams!”
Seymour rubbed his stomach as he made a sound of delight at the sound of a desirable meal. Still skeptical, the Superintendent walked out of the kitchen, making his way back to the dining room. Seymour breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat of his brow, and immediately returned to his plan, climbing out of the window and running to the Krusty Burger as quick as a flash.

-Chapter 2: Aurora Borealis

Back in the dining room, Chalmers was fixing his napkin, prepared for the ‘unforgettable luncheon’ as Skinner described it. In a matter of minutes, Seymour returned, carrying a large تالی, رکابی of hamburgers with a smile on his face as he exclaimed, “Superintendent, I hope you’re ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.”
The Superintendent, as if noticing something off, responded, “I thought we were having steamed clams”
Seymour lied, “Oh no, I کہا steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers”
The unconvinced Chalmers responded, “You call hamburgers steamed hams?”
“Yes” Seymour lied, “It’s a regional dialect.”
“Uh-huh” Chalmers said, still not convinced. “Uh, what region?”
Uuu Upstate New York?”
“Really?” Chalmers said. “Well I’m from Utica and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase ‘steamed hams’.”
“Oh, not in Utica, no. It’s an Albany expression”
“I see” Chalmers said, not getting anything from Seymour, and decided to hold off for now. He took hold of one of the ‘steamed hams’, as Seymour took a sip from the champagne. Chalmers took a bite of the hamburger, and already noticed something odd. He lifted the bun to examine the burger as he spoke up, “You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger.”
Seymour only laughed as he responded, “Ho, ho, ho no. Patented Skinner Burger! Old family recipe!”
Now مزید skeptical, Chalmers paused before asking, “For steamed hams?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, and آپ call them steamed hams despite the fact they are obviously grilled.”
Finding himself in deep trouble, all Seymour could do was stutter as he used the napkin to clean his mouth, “Ye-uh… آپ know th-.... One thing I sh-...”.
Seymour was backed into a corner, and was desperate for a way out of the awkward situation. He rose from his seat, and responded, “‘scuse me for one sec.”
“Of course.” Chalmers said. Seymour walked out of the room, leaving Chalmers to take another bite of the Krusty Burger brand hamburgers. In only a matter of seconds, Seymour returned, yawning loudly as he stretched before exclaiming, “Well, that was wonderful. Good times were had سے طرف کی all. I’m pooped.”
Chalmers set his meal down, looking at his watch as he nodded in agreement, “Yes, I should be-”
But as he looked up, Seymour had failed to notice the door was still cracked open. From there, Chalmers could see a blinding مالٹا, نارنگی light, the sound of something crackling from behind it. Almost like that of a fire. He stood up in shock as he shouted, “Good lord! What is happening in there?!”
Seymour, quick with his lies, responded, “Aurora Borealis.”
Chalmers, baffled سے طرف کی such an answer, could only repeat what Seymour said, “A-Aurora Borealis?! At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?”
“Yes!”
That was all Seymour could say. Chalmers, unsure of how to answer, could only think about his اگلے sentence, and finally, he asked, “May I see it?”
Seymour gave it some thought before coming to an answer.
“No.”

-Epilogue: Steam a Good Ham

After a fine meal, the two men stepped out of the house, satisfied with their meal. However, as they walked out, the screams of Seymour’s mother could be heard from within. She shouted in horror, “Seymour! The house is on fire!”
Despite her cries for help, Seymour only responded in a calm manner, “No, mother. It’s just the northern lights”
Chalmers brought Seymour’s attention to him as he spoke, “Well, Seymour, آپ are an odd fellow. But I must say, آپ steam a good ham.”
Enjoying his time, Chalmers turned from the Skinner household, making his way back home. But as he walked, he could’ve sworn he heard the screams of Seymour’s mother. Screaming, “Help! Help!”
But as he turned, all he could see was a grin from Seymour’s face, as he rose his thumb in approval. Chalmers was right, he was an odd fellow, he thought to himself as he continued down, Seymour running back into the house. Sirens from a آگ کے, آگ engine could be heard within the distance.

Truly, this was an unforgettable luncheon

Writers Note
This was a mistake. New مضمون tomorrow