You quickly realize the smell is burning food and you realize there might be some trouble in the kitchen. Hoisting yourself off of the sofa, you rush to the kitchen. As you turn the corner to the kitchen you slide on your heel as you abruptly stop and try to comprehend the situation. Hondo is standing naked in front of the toaster oven, one paw grappling desperately trying to put an oven mitt on itself while the other paw is used to hold a plastic bowl under Anis, who is supported in the air by only that arm and Hondo’s knot which is fully planted inside the little zigzagoon’s ass. You don’t think Hondo has even noticed you yet because he is so focused on his current situation.