Like most other offices, “Adventures in Cheeseland” has a holiday party between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Probably the only difference between ours and yours is that being inter-species, we don’t allow meat. It would definitely ruin the ambience if someone saw a friend/family member in the stew.
Being in charge means that Lenny and George (they are the mice in the header) need to make sure that everything runs smoothly. They are looking at the sign-up sheet to see what else is needed.
George: It looks like almost everyone is bringing something.
Lenny: Oh, no! Sigmund Squirrel has signed up to bring acorn squash again. It’s your turn to tell him that smashed up acorns are different than acorn squash.
George: Fine. But you tell Hortense Hen that it creeps out people when she brings in deviled eggs. Everyone knows where they come from.
Lenny: Eww! I forgot about that.
George: It appears that Snoops and Kommando are getting together to make catnip brownies. Do you think that’s appropriate for an office party?
Lenny: If you think it’s a problem, you tell them. They scare me.
George: They’re harmless. Cat won’t let them near us.
Lenny: Don’t you remember what happened last year at the party? Snoops threatened to make me the main dish!
George: I’d forgotten all about it. Well, you did make her pretty mad.
Lenny: I thought she’d like me bringing kitty kibble.
George: You brought kitty kibble from her secret stash.
Lenny: How was I supposed to know that?
George: It was behind the kitty bed in Cat’s office.
Lenny: Oh, yeah. I told you we should have gone in together and gotten pumpkin spice ice cream and pumpkin spice coffee.
George: Most of the staff doesn’t like pumpkin.
Lenny: But it was a great sale!
George: So do you have any ideas for this year?
Lenny: I think so. What are you bringing?
George: Well, I was going to bring a cheeseball. But when I bought one last year, the kids ate out the core. They didn’t think I’d miss it. So I’m thinking almond cookies. I can go down the street to the Chinese restaurant to get them. That way, the kids won’t even see them.
Lenny: That’s a great idea! Almost everyone likes almonds or cookies.
George: So what’s your idea?
Lenny: I was thinking hot chocolate. Well, not really hot chocolate because it’s served cold.
George: So you’re bringing cold hot chocolate?
Lenny: Yeah. I found it in an old book. It think it might be someone’s family recipe. Do you want to try some? I made a test batch and brought it in.
George: Sure! I love chocolate!
(They go to Lenny’s office and close the door. Lenny brings out a pitcher and two small glasses. He pours a brownish liquid into both glasses. George sniffs and wrinkles his whiskers.)
George: This smell kinda weird, Len. Are you sure you made it right?
Lenny: I followed the recipe exactly.
George: Okay. Well, here we go.
(George takes a large mouthful, turns green, and spits it back in the glass.)
Lenny: What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?
George: That is the worst cold hot chocolate I have ever tasted. Let me see that recipe.
(Lenny pulls out the recipe and gives it to George.)
Lenny: See, it says it was put together by some doctor in Spain in 1631.
George: It says “Take one hundred cocoa beans, two chilies, a handful of anise seed and two of vanilla (two pulverized Alexandria roses can be substituted), two drams of cinnamon, one dozen almonds and the same amount of hazelnuts, half a pound of white sugar and enough annatto to give some color.”
Lenny: Yeah, it didn’t say what kind of chilies, so I asked the guy to give me a couple of hot ones. And I told you it wasn’t served hot.
George: Did you try this?
Lenny: No. The smell made me sick.
George: And you want to serve this at our party?
Lenny: I said it was an idea.
George: It’s a terrible idea.
Lenny: OK. What do you think I should bring?
George: We still need napkins and paper plates.