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Welcome back to Cooked, the traveling
cooking competition show in which local

chefs compete against each other in
culinary challenges.

I'm your host, Hilda, and this is my
brother, Gunther, and we love to eat.

Don't we, Gunther? Oh, that's right,
Schwester Hilda. We also love to

deliberate, which is exactly what we did
during the commercial break.

Now, while all of your meals were simply
wunderbar, One of you simply has to go.

That's why it's time for the final dish.

None of you came here to make friends.

You came to be the last chef standing.

Claude, your goulash was actually
ghoulish.

You know what that means.

You got cooked!

Oh. What a sad day for all of us.

But mostly for you, Claude.

Mostly for you.

Is anyone there?

Thank you.

Is the show not back on yet? No. Not too
close. You don't want a sick guardian,

do you?

What is that?

My mental paste.

Helps clear the... That's you.

The cytuses.

I try to use the brand stuff, but it
wasn't strong enough, so I made my own.

Go!

No magic ways to go. Oh, isn't this
contraption marvelous?

Yeah, Vikram, it is awesome. Now, come
on, you can still catch the end of the

show. Huh.

And what are we watching?

Oh, it is called Cooked. It is my new
favorite cooking competition show. It

just came out of nowhere a few weeks
back. I'm sorry, a cooking competition

show? Yeah, chefs cook off against each
other to see who's got the best dish.

Kind of a guilty pleasure.

Uh, no guilt on my end. I think cooking
shows are very comforting.

And who decides what food is best? Oh,
it's the hosts. It's this wacky brother

-sister duo from Germany.

Bless you. The show revolves around
food, but you, the viewer, cannot eat

it. It's not about that. Well, it's all
about the food, then what is it about?

It's... Um... It's just... You have to
watch.

Ah, how very convincing.

Your popcorn is ready. Oh, my popcorn?

Who needs a kitchen when you can have
this funny little thing? This tome

denotes everything one can concoct
within his walls.

Oh, it's that. And the winner of this
week's episode is our reigning champion

from Slovakia, Olga Horvath.

As you know, each week we travel to a
new city to find the finest chefs in all

of Europe. Next week, we'll be traveling
to beautiful Belgrade, Serbia.

Cool.

Connor's latest session is going to be
in Belgrade.

You can stalk the German hosts. Ask them
why they got rid of lederhosen.

They really were quite fashionable.

Oh, do you guys smell that? No, I can't
smell anything. My nose is as stuffed as

a Thanksgiving turkey.

Just a packet of perfectly popped
popcorn.

Perfect. I'm burnt.

Oh, it's not popcorn.

It's coming from the TV.

This is so strange.

Connor, you're just hungry and you think
you're smelling the lemon cakes Olga

made on the show. Oh, yeah, Jolly's
right. That can happen. It can really

trigger your olfactory system.

You're just haunted by my undeniable
pheromones, huh?

Oh, God.

Connor is smelling the television. He's
finally losing it.

I'm not losing it. Okay, I can just...

Is it me, or was that a bit of an
overreaction?

No, I shouldn't have mocked him.

Remember the buzz demon?

Oh, God.

Connor's greatest fear is that the
library will drive him mad and he'll be

lost down a rabbit hole alone.

I feel terrible.

Charlie's right.

Let's give our pal the evening to
chillax.

Chillax. Tomorrow we'll apologize.

I cannot wait to discover the next
wonderful chef. Who will be the last

chef standing?

Oh, I cannot wait. We've been to so many
wonderful cities, haven't we, Hilda? So

many, so many different dishes. Oh, it's
so tight.

Yes, once we had tacos.

The tacos were very good. Does anyone
else smell that?

Is that a bag of rice?

Mmm!

I microwaved it.

Okay. How's the dissection coming along,
hmm? We must uncover the secret of the

mystery sent for Connor post-haste, so
he knows that we are taking him

seriously. I have taken apart the entire
television, and there's nothing out of

the ordinary. I've even scanned it with
the app, and nothing.

Have you ever heard of a magic
television?

Lysa, you may recall I hail from the
1800s.

Every television is magical to me.

Aphrodite was said to have an
intoxicating scent.

As some deities were drawn to the mortal
realm using incense. Plus, I found a ton

of articles talking about the science of
smell. Yeah, it's complicated.

Smell is linked to emotion.

Our olfactory system travels directly
through the areas of the brain that

process memories.

And eating is also connected to smell.
Yeah, the complex flavors we taste are

actually possible because of smell.

Could the magic be coming directly from
the show itself?

But that doesn't explain why only Connor
could smell it.

They did say the next episode was
filming in Belgrade.

The Bellbrite studio stages.

They must be filming there today.

Well, that confirms it, then.

There is something magical afoot at that
studio.

We shall solve the smell conundrum by
suppertime.

And surprise him.

Wonderful to see the can-can is still
going strong.

Sure.

Ah, hello.

Well, why don't we get inside?

You work on the show?

Yes, we absolutely do.

Where? Wardrobe?

Sound? No.

We are the librarians.

You should have said, here.

Amazing. This way, everyone.

Smashing my good man.

Our next guest here is all the way from
Belgrade, goes by one name and loves

bolognese. Please welcome Alex.

And our final contestant joining us for
this scrumptious episode is

the delectable Connor Green.

We certainly hope you don't get cooked,
Connor.

What?

Four amateur chefs making delicious food
just for us.

That's right, Hilda.

Which chef will be cooked first?

Join us after the break for challenge
number one.

I can't wait to slurp some soups.

And cut.

Let's move on.

And move this light, please.

We'll begin hair and makeup. Fetch us
when you're ready. Okay, guide, position

two. Move, move.

You have five minutes to prep your
station, okay?

Five minutes, everybody, to prep your
station.

Connor, what are you doing? Guys! No,
no, no, Light. It is a brilliant plan.

Connor has infiltrated the show to get
more information from the inside.

So what's our next move?

Guys, I blacked out.

What do you mean you blacked out? I
mean, I have no idea how I got here.

One minute I was getting coffee, then I
smelled that smell again during a

commercial for the show.

Next minute I'm here.

So it wasn't the television, it was the
TV show.

Oh. You believe me now?

Let's not play the game of blame.

Let's get to the bottom of things.

Connor, come with me. We shall be... No,
Vikram.

Who's staying here? Connor, you blacked
out and mysteriously ended up being a

contestant on a magical cooking show.
You can't just go through with it. I

have to go through with it.

Magic brought me here for a reason.

I need to figure out what their reason
is.

The answer is here.

Food is the key.

I need to cook.

I don't like that.

Something's off.

Connor can handle it. You continue with
filming the show.

Let's get up to investigate.

Yeah. Good luck. Come on.

Do you really think we should learn how
to move if it comes right? We don't want

a repeat of what happened with the TV,
do we?

Indeed.

Do not fear. We shall remain close by.

Now, I wish to speak to this other
contestant, Olga.

She has been winning this competition
every week.

We'll poke around the other contestants'
dressing rooms.

See what we can find.

Miss Olga.

Just the acclaimed culinary connoisseur
I was looking for.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm just a simple woman
who loves to cook. Oh, no. Nothing

simple about you, my dear. Oh, your work
on this televised tournament of taste

has been terrifyingly terrific.

Who are you?

Me? Well, I... He's an agent.

For chefs.

I didn't know chefs had agents.

Yeah, he's the best of the best.

He can get you cooking in any kitchen in
the world.

Yes, it's true. All the top restaurants,
such as Giant

Light in Rome, and Mixer in Barcelona,
and

Butter. Of course, you've heard of
butter, right?

No. Exactly.

Yes, so tell me, what's your secret? How
do you keep winning?

No secret. I just love to cook.

Did you study the arts, culinary, or
other ones?

No. All that I know, I learned from my
grandmother.

I worked in her bakery when I was
younger. Yes, it's very nice. But what

drew you to be a contestant on this
show? I just saw the advertisement.

They're coming to my town.

Advertisement? No strange smell?

Just the sweet smell of success.

And what about this ancient-looking
receptacle? Where did this come from?

Guys, to the other stage. We are back.

Okay, last two contestants' rooms are on
a wash.

Let's try contestant number three.

Hmm, where would one hide a magical
artifact?

Earth to Charlie.

I'm... I'm sorry, um... What were we
doing?

Searching Olga's dressing room. You
okay?

Olga? Yeah, you know, she's won five
weeks in a row. She certainly made

herself at home.

Did you?

Olga.

And you're Liza.

And you have a cold.

Yeah, and you won't seem to let me
forget it.

You okay?

Won't ever make you sick. Is it the
brain fog?

No, no, no. I'm fine.

That's fine.

Okay.

We just have to be quick before she
returns.

Are you okay?

Huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Never better.

What are we even looking for?

What kind of artifact would... Liza?

Yeah?

Oh, that kind of artifact.

We have ticked and tucked down to the
final wire.

Gunther, our first course is ready.

Which contestant will bowl us over with
their amazing soup?

Alex, speed up. This is my family recipe
for leek soup.

Pays down for generations.

Generations, plural. So not just mama's
soup.

Ah, good.

It seems our returning champion, Olga,
owns a cauldron.

Interesting.

Look what we found in a dressing room.
Yeah, doesn't exactly look like a first

edition Julia Child, does it?

Soup of loneliness.

Haggis of heartbreak.

Stroganoff of self-loathing.

Moussaka of misery.

I knew it.

Oh, this is my worst nightmare.

We are dealing with another witch.

Alex, your leek soup tasted more like
eek soup.

It gives us no pleasure to say this, but
Alex, you got hooked!

Oh, why does it have to be a witch, a
kraken that I can handle, a chupacabra,

a cakewalk? One time, there was an
equatious troll that had been deviously

discombobulated with his impossible
riddles. But even that, even that could

not compare to the absolute depravity,
the unwavering guile, the abject terror

of witchcraft. Okay, well, we're...

If Olga is doing any depravity, she
might just be, you know, trying to win a

cooking show by cheating. But why would
a witch use magic to win a cooking show?

Trust me, if a witch is involved,
Malfeasance is at play. We must deduce

what kind of witch Olga is and from
there figure out her plan.

That's a cut.

Hilda and Gunther to hair and makeup.

We're back in 30.

Most importantly, we need to free Connor
and the others from whatever magic is

affecting them. Indeed, we must quell
the smell spell.

Why do witches always make you rhyme?

Connor!

Hey, how's it going?

Hey.

Sorry, who are you?

What? I'm Lisa. This is... What's
happening?

Lisa. Vic. Charlie.

Oh, my God. Of course.

I don't know why it came over me.

What is going on?

Charlie, you distract the hosts.

Lysa, you sneak into their office and
see what information you can find on

Olga. As for I, I shall look after our
intrepid chef.

Go. You are alone on an island.

What sandwich would you bring?

Brezel sandwich.

Brezel sandwich? Brezel sandwich.

What a curveball. I love that. Do you
know what I would bring? A sausage

biscuit. I had one in North Carolina one
time.

Absolutely. So delicious.

Hi.

I'm Charlotte.

Charlotte, with Belgrade Women in Media.

We're an online entertainment blog for
women.

And you're here to interview us?

Mm-hmm.

We're two humble Bavarian bakers who now
get powdered and print for television.

Isn't this wunderbar, Hilda?

Wunderbar, Gunther.

Wunderbar.

So, great show.

Love you guys.

Love what you're doing with all the...
cooking.

Oh, Dankeschön. We so appreciate the art
of cooking. But don't forget the eating.

Of course, the eating. All for us.

I wanted to ask you about Olga.

Olga.

She's so special.

I'd love to know what makes her food so
great.

Oh, her cooking is just...

It's like nothing we've ever tasted
before.

And what's she like?

Off-camera, I mean.

Oh, she's just a darling.

Although quite competitive.

She keeps winning, the ratings go up,
and the other contestants are lining up

trying to take her down. Who knows?
Maybe she'll even get her own spin-off.

Or perhaps a movie.

More food for us? Exactly, yes.

So, has your cooking led you to figure
out what the smell is yet?

It's not just about a smell.

When it first hit me, when it first came
through the TV, it stirred something

inside of me. Some emotion that I can't
quite place.

It made me lash out. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to apologize.

We understand.

I'm not sure you do, Vic.

When you guys started making fun of me,
it was just like being back at the

university.

You think I didn't notice all the
sidelong glances?

and giggles when I'd mention the occult
or cryptids or the library.

I lost my whole career.

My life.

Those people wouldn't take me seriously.

That must have been hard.

I spent so long trying to prove myself
to other people.

I was worried I had to do it all over
again with you guys.

I mean, he just wrote the whole thing
off as another silly obsession.

Connor losing his mind over it.

I felt this.

Dismissed? Dismissed.

Cooked, cast and crew, return to set.

I gotta get back.

Okay, Olga, Olga, Olga, where are you?

Okay, Olga, no kids, works at a garden
shop.

I'm from Slovakia.

In for five episodes.

Richard Burns.

Ah.

Claude Stetson, where are you?

We are back.

Stand by, everybody.

An excellent spot to keep an eye on our
culinary captive.

Spoke to Gunther and Hilda. Seems like
they're thinking of a spin-off show

starring Olga. And they said her cooking
was magic.

Interesting. It appears Olga has some
kind of hold over them. I also spoke to

Alex and Kat, the other contestants.

They were both lured here by some
strange smell coming from their TV.

Oh.

So Connor is not the only one who is
affected. That is some sort of relief.

But I am still concerned.

I spoke with him and it was most
distressing.

I had no idea... No idea about what?

I'm sorry.

What was I saying?

I lost the door. They'll confound it.

We are no closer to finding a way to
repel this male spell.

Olga's book.

Maybe there's an answer in there.

Excellent thinking.

A German isn't as good as it used to be,
but let's see.

The spice, the scent, the lure.

A witch using a smell spell to lure
people in.

Sounds like something out of Hansel and
Gretel.

Gingerbread. Oh, Charlie, I think you've
hit the head of the nail. This, this is

the gingerbread spell.

The Hansel and Gretel of whom you speak
are no storybook siblings.

No, this is the tale of the kitchen
witch.

A very real witch who would lure you to
her gingerbread home with magic so that

she could cook and eat them.

So, Olga's the kitchen witch? The very
witch from the true tall tale. The same

witch that tried to kill Hansel and
Gretel all those years ago.

And has now somehow returned.

And using some kind of smell spell to
keep people doing her bidding.

That's true. We need to take her down.

Now.

Agreed.

Olga! It pains us to say, but... You got
cooked!

Oh, my God.

Are you guys okay?

Don't they look delicious, Gunther?

I'm simply salivating, Hilda.

Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

Hey, hey.

We might have a bigger problem than we
thought.

Oh, I don't think that is possible.
Well, when the contestants lose, they

are tricked into some kind of a holding
cell, and Hilda and Gunther, they have

these, like, sharp, scary teeth, and I'm
pretty sure they're going to eat them.

Well, actually, that is much worse. And
we thought Ogre was the witch from

Hansel and Gretel. But apparently our
jolly and good-natured hosts, Hilda and

Gunther, are actually Hansel and Gretel
in Witchfall.

So they remained in the gingerbread
house and took over the witch's role?

Precisely. The gingerbread spell affects
a certain type of person, one who is

alone, sad, abandoned, what have you.

It targeted Hansel and Gretel because
they were quite literally abandoned by

their family.

And Liza, you yourself wondered why the
smell spell had not affected the rest of

the team.

See, all of us were present at the show.

But the three of us were not as present
as we needed to be, not for our friend

Connor. The gingerbread spell targeted
Connor because he felt abandoned by us?

Oh, God.

The spell's really doing a number on it.

And this whole thing is a ruse to eat
people?

It is a powerful spell.

It makes you forget who you are and
where you come from.

Your attention, everybody.

Our final elimination segment is up.
Dessert. Okay, you guys grab Connor.

I'll get a fire at the magic door. Let's
get out of here.

Okay, so now we just need to... Where is
Connor?

Who's Connor?

What? I... I told you to grab him so we
could save him from the witches.

Witches? Where?

How about thee?

Who are you calling a witch, you
steampunk punk?

Okay, no one is a witch and no one is a
steampunk punk.

We needed to rescue Connor.

Who's Connor?

We were just with...

Remember.

I have to get something.

Stay here.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Time for something sweet.

Dessert to the front.

I didn't realize that witches have
become so adept at physical combat.

I didn't realize they had a hot topic at
the rent there. Oh, I don't know what

any of that means. I can't imagine
that's rare for you.

Oh, hell.

Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit
me!

What is this?

Pineapple paste. A potent concoction
that can clear sinuses, block out odors,

and even cure seasickness. Did you know
that morticians... How come you weren't

affected?

Sinuses stuffed with mucus. Oh, please
don't say mucus.

Brilliant work, Lysa.

But that gingerbread spell permeates the
soundstage.

And while we and the crew are not the
intended targets, it's been slowly

working its way through our systems,
making us forget.

Which is why the crew didn't realize
anything was wrong. Yeah, and why they

weren't concerned about the missing
contestants.

We need to go back and save Connor, but
we need a way to protect ourselves from

that spell. Lysa, bring that jaw. Well,
about that.

You used the last of it? It's been a bad
cold. I can whip up some more. It just

may take a while. We don't have a while.

Hilda and Gunther have already claimed
numerous victims.

Oh, we must go back and save Connor from
the Dekirth witches and dispel this

smell spell, gel or no gel.

Let's go.

That made my head hurt.

sorry, Connor. Your creme brulee was
just a little bland for my taste.

Connor Green, you got cooked!

You got cooked!

That means our new champion is Kat.

Congratulations.

Go and bask in the glory of being number
one. Our crew will be right in for your

post-show interview.

Hilda, can you believe after all that my
tummy is still rumbling? Shall we get

washed up for supper, Hilda? Yes,
Gunther. Auf Wiedersehen. See you next

time on Cooked. Guten Appetit.

And cut!

That's a wrap for today.

Supper. That means... That they plan to
eat the losing contestants right here in

the studio.

What are we going to do?

We can't just grab Connor and leave.

Gunter and Hilda need to be stopped.

We need to put an end to this show for
good.

How? You are all dismissed.

Dismissed. He's got the look on his
face.

If it's not about the food, then what is
it about?

I have it. Liza, you go get the
contestants and bring them back here.

Charlie with me.

Okay. To the cookery.

What do you need?

Almond flour, butter, eggs, baking
powder, and of course, salt.

Please do this as part of the plan and
you're not just feeling hungry.

What are you doing?

Charlotte, you told us you were a
blogger. Yeah, I lied.

From whatever you're doing, it better
not take too long.

Let's get you out of here.

Oh, no, no rush. No rush at all. Come
on.

Where am I?

Come on.

Who am I?

Who are you?

Connor, it's me. It's Lisa.

Lisa?

You're under a spell. The gingerbread
spell, to be exact. It is making you

forget who you are.

I don't remember the word for how I
feel. I'm sorry. We don't have time for

this. Just follow me, and I've got to
get you out of here.

Come on, guys.

Okay, let's put that down.

Okay, let's go. Quick, quick.

Quick, quick.

Great. Okay, excuse me, excuse me. Let's
get out of here.

Hey, what's going on?

Is there an after party?

Not quite. We are all in terrible
danger. We have to get out of here.

Congrats on the win, by the way. If we
make it out of here alive, I'll get some

of those recipes off you, okay? Quick,
quick, let's go.

Oh,

that escalated quickly.

Oh, no.

Stay back.

Why are you doing this?

For centuries, we subsisted on rogue
mountain climbers who roamed the hills

of Bavaria.

But then, one day, we discovered cable
television.

Tell them about the...

You see, we devoured all these cooking
shows and thought, we could do that.

For too long, we've been at the mercy of
whatever healthy hiker wandered our way.

With our own show, we could lure in the
exact person we craved.

Grief, loneliness, yummy.

Oh, we delicious.

All much better than that healthy,
well-adjusted hiker. Who cares?

And now... With the gingerbread spell
wafting through television, we can find

the exact flavor we so craved. That is
monstrous. Yeah.

Stay back.

This is impossible.

No one can break this spell.

It is possible.

Some kind of green.

I'm a librarian.

Noah's right.

Cooking is the key to this whole ordeal.

Behold my creation.

Reveal to me my nourishment.

What is it?

Mud bread.

Another recipe made possible by the
magical microwave. A mere 90 seconds.

And now, we have this.

This is what broke the spell.

I don't get it.

Food is the key.

Or more specifically, bread.

The act of breaking bread with other
people leads to connection, bridges

cultures, and, most importantly, creates
friendships.

When I saw you all working together to
save me, I was able to break through the

spell and realize what the smell was.

The smell that lured me here and almost
turned me into a late afternoon snack.

So, what was it?

The day we all met.

After we defeated the Dracovac, we went
and got dinner at this Italian spot.

I don't remember the name and... The
food wasn't really that good, but it

meant a lot to me to have you three. It
meant everything.

It meant I finally had people who
believed in me.

It was the smell of that restaurant.

It was the moment I realized I wasn't
alone.

I had a family.

Yeah.

That's the real magic of food.

It's not about competition. It's not
even about the meal, really.

It's about breaking bread for people who
accept you.

The smell is gone.

The spell is broken.

It's all coming back to me now.

It was a smell that lured me to this
show weeks ago.

Strawberries and whipped cream, my
husband's favorite dessert.

He would have it every night before bed.

Entirely too often.

He's been gone for five years now.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

I'm sure he would have been proud of how
well you did on this show.

Even if it was an evil plot to eat
people.

Yeah, even so.

Your cauldron, madam.

Cauldron? That's a very high-end Dutch
oven.

Oh, oh, I see.

A regrettable jumping to conclusions on
my part. It's just that witches get me,

um, agitated.

And speaking of which, why did you have
this in your dressing quarters?

I'm not very proud of that.

The pressure of winning, week after
week, it just got to me. So I figured if

I can steal their recipe book, I could
get some insights into their taste.

But you couldn't make heads or tails of
it?

No. It turned out their taste was me.

Well, I shall leave you to your Dutch
oven, as I tend to an oven of a more

spooky origin.

It appears as though they've been
cooked.

I know you're not fond of any witches,
but these two seemed remarkably nasty.

I'm glad they're taken care of.

That cold of yours was quite the boon.
Yeah, but I'm going to be glad when I

can breathe properly again.

As am I. The mental pace has some
staying power.

Smell is such a mystery, is it not? No,
it isn't. It's a science, and science

saved the day once again. The
gingerbread spell turns you into food by

taking away your memory.

Fine. I begrudgingly admit that your
knowledge of the link between memory and

scent was rather useful.

And your obsession over the microwave
was, too.

Yes, although I've moved on to the
wonders of the air fryer. Oh, do you

think Elaine will allow us to get one
for the annex? You know...

I don't think we have the counter space.

What are you doing? They go in the
library.

What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. This whole
thing has been such an ordeal that I

stopped by the market on the way back
and got these. Oh, my God.

Do you want one?

Oh, I'm actually off human-shaped
cookies.

Ah.

Ah, vide te, na? Mm-hmm.

I hope those cookies haven't spoiled
anyone's appetite.

Dinner's ready.

I've been giving it some thought, and I
think I'd be a very good reality

television contestant. Oh, I don't know
about that.

Of course. After all, I thrive in
high-pressure environments, excellent at

strategic decision-making, and I almost
always know when something is cake or

not cake.

Connor, this looks amazing.

Oh, you are kinder than my last critics?

Points. None of this is cake.

Sure? Positive.

Wait.

Food is memory.

It's your past. It's your community.
It's your home.

I found my home.

And so I wanted to share a meal that has
brought me comfort throughout the years.

And say thank you to the library for
bringing me here.

You fought the gingerbread spell
admirably, my dear friend. And you could

only do so...

By being such a good librarian.

Yeah. And we got your back no matter
what happens. We've always had your

back. Since day one.

Hmm. A toast.

A farewell to the smell spell.

A spell I cannot undersell as it has no
parallel.

To no more stupid rhymes.

To spending time with the people that
matter.

To family.

To the library.