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Although each of the world's countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth: The best food in the world Is made in France. The best food in France Is made in Paris. And the best food in Paris, some say, Is made by Chef Augusta Gateau. Gateau's restaurant Is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance. And his dazzling ascent To the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest chef ever To achieve a five-star rating. Chef Gateau's cookbook, Anyone Can Cook! climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone Celebrates its success. Amusing title, Anyone Can Cook! What's even more amusing is that Gateau actually seems to believe It. I, on the other hand, Take cooking seriously. And, no, I don't think anyone can do it. This is me. I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat. Which means life is hard. And second, I have a highly developed Sense of taste and smell. Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean... Oh! Small twist of lemon. Whoa, you can smell all that? You have a gift. This is Emile, my brother. He is easily impressed. Therefore, you can smell ingredients. So what? This is my dad. He is never impressed. He also happens to be The leader of our clan. So, what's wrong With having highly developed senses? - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Do not eat that! - What's going on here? Turns out that funny smell Was rat poison. Suddenly, Dad didn't think My talent was useless. I was feeling pretty Good about my gift, until Dad gave me a job. Clean. Clean. That's right. Poison checker. Cleanerific. Cleanerino. Close to godliness. Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to... Never mind. Move on. Well, it made my dad proud. Now, don't you feel better, Remy? You have helped a noble cause. Noble? We are thieves, Dad. And what we are stealing is, Let us face it, garbage. It is not stealing if no one wants it. If no one wants it, Why are we stealing it? Let's just say We have different points of view. This much I knew: If you are what you eat, Then I only want to eat the good stuff. But to my dad... Food is fuel. You get meticulous about what you put In the tank, your engine is going to die. Now shut up and eat your garbage. Look, if we are going to be thieves, Why not steal the good stuff In the kitchen, Where nothing is poisoned? First, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen And away from the humans. It is dangerous. I know I am supposed to hate humans, but there's something about them. They don't just survive. They discover, they create. I mean, Just look at what they do with food. How can I describe it? Good food is like music you can taste, Color you can smell. There is excellence all around you. You need only be aware to stop And savor It. Oh, Gateau was right. Oh, mmm, yeah. Oh, amazing. Each flavor was totally unique. But combine one flavor with another, and something new was created. So now I had a secret life. The only one who knew about it Was Emile. Hey, Emile. Emile. I found a mushroom. Come on, you are good at hiding food. Help me find a good place to put this. He doesn't understand me, But I can be myself around him. Why are you walking like that? I do not want to constantly Have to wash my paws. Did you ever think about how we walk On the same paws That we handle food with. You ever think about What we put into our mouths?