Of course every great enterprise needs a chief, or a chef. Papa Patootie looks ready to step up to the plate.
Behind every great man is a little woman running the show. Mama Patootie seems well prepared to whip Papa Patootie into shape.
Even the teenage Patooties are happy to put in (or should that be "poutine") a hard day's night towards getting the kitchen up and running.
Peeking through the street door into their kitchen, though, I'm not too sure that I'm about try out their potato salad any time soon.
At least the guard dog was happy with his lot. Bone appetit, sweet patootie!
Don't get me started on how the pork and poultry dishes were being prepared!
(that's me and my pal the Sagittarian dancing in the background of this video, by the way)
No wonder the chickens were chickening out (that's a segue into the following post)...