At the Park Managers' Lodge, Gene is starting a meeting. "Alright, alright. Everybody settle down. The annual Park Managers' Lodge $50 Chili Cook-Off will be this weekend, and as always, the cost of your ingredients cannot be more than $50." Benson is sitting at the apprentice table with two other lodge members, drinking from an orange juice box. "Day 1 will be an elimination round, and Day 2, finalists will complete in a no-holds barred arena match. Celebrity chef Sean Ben Pimento will judge."

The lodge members talk among themselves. "The winner will get the undivided respect of the entire lodge!" Gene said. The lodge members cheer. Benson gasps. "Respect.." Benson stands up. "I want to enter!" The lodge members gasp. "Benson, no!" A park manager shouted. "Gene wins every year." Another said. "Ah, let the apprentice enter. Not like he's gonna beat me." The lodge members laugh. "Let's have a preemptive celebration in Gene's honor!" The park manager from before said.

The lodge members rush off to celebrate, leaving Benson alone. "I gotta win this chili cook-off!" Benson said quietly. (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby and Skips are at the Snack Bar. "So I saw my 5th grade teacher at the grocery store yesterday." Mordecai said. "What?" (Y/n) asked. Benson walks up with cook gloves and holding a pot of chili. "Hey guys, Hope you saved some room for chili." Benson said. "Oh, right, for the competition." Rigby said.

"I hope you win Benson, that would finally put Gene in his place, and I'd love to get some kind of payback." (Y/n) said. "I hope so to (Y/n), it was tough staying under 50 bucks, But I did it." Benson gives spoons to them. "Dig in." (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby and Skips tastes Benson's chili. "So?" Benson asked. "It's good." Mordecai said. "Yeah, It's good." Rigby said, and (Y/n) nods. "It's good." She said. "Okay, good." Benson said.

"Yeah, it's not bad." Rigby said. "You said good before." Benson said. "Yeah, it's fine, Benson." Mordecai said. "You said not bad before." Benson said. "Chill, Benson." (Y/n) said. "It's cafeteria level at best." Skips said. "Ugh! If I only could see a jade phantom pepper," he flashbacks back to his search for jade phantom peppers in the jungle. "I used to come across them when I studied abroad in Venezuela. It's spicy and sweet with hints of lavender." His monkey climbs up a tree and throws a jade phantom pepper into Benson's pot of chili. "It made a chili go from "regular" to muy bonito." The flashback ends and returns to the present. "Benson, You know the jade phantom pepper is "Muy Expensivo" in the states. It costs 20 grand. You got to work with what you got. That's the whole point of this contest." Skips said.

"You're right. If Gene can do it, I can do it." Later, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are cleaning the gutters as Benson appears with chili in the window. "Guys, you guys!" He said. "Aah!" The trio screamed. "BENSON, WE'RE TRYING TO WORK HERE!" (Y/n) shouted, and Mordecai and Rigby both flinch a bit from her outburst.

"I know, I know, just try my chili." (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby taste a second part of Benson's chili. "Oh, it's pretty good." The trio said. "Yeah." (Y/n) said. "Award winning good?" Benson asked. "... Maybe?" Rigby asked. "Not good enough." Benson said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby throw the spoons away. Later, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are sleeping. Benson enters (Y/n)'s room and wakes her up. "UGH, BENSON!" Her scream startles them awake. Benson drags (Y/n) into the duo's room."

Just try this one last bite." Benson said. "Ugh!" Rigby said. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby tastes chili for last time, madly. "Oh... oh wow." Mordecai said. "Yeah, that's amazing." (Y/n) said. "Benson... this might be the best chili I've ever had." Rigby said. "Really? Great, that's perfect. Now to get some sleep before the competition." The next day, Benson is walking to his car with his pot and then driving back to his house. Once he arrives, he drops his keys. He picks them up,

unlocks the door and enters the kitchen where he places a plastic wrap around the chili pot. He goes to bed and gets up a split second later when his alarm clock beeps at 7:00 a.m. Later they're at the Annual Park Manager's Lodge $50 Chili Cook Off, and Benson is making his chili. Benson gasps. "Oh, wow, there he is." He said. "There's who is?" Mordecai asked. "Celebrity judge Sean-Ben Pimento." Pimento walks up to a contestant and smells his chili.

After smelling it, he walks away, feeling disgusted by its smell. "He seems like a joy to have around." (Y/n) said sarcastically, and her three friends snicker. "He's coming this way. Scatter!" Benson said, and the trio dash off. "Hello Pimento, it's an honor to meet you." Benson extends his hand to Pimento. Pimento recoils back in disgust, and Benson pulls his hands back. "Oh, say no more." He said. Pimento's assistant gives him a spoonful of Benson's chili. "Hmm..." he nods, then walks off, and the trio comes back. "Guys, I think he liked it." (Y/n) asked. "That's awesome, but I think he likes Gene's too." Rigby said, then points in Gene's direction,

and they see him laughing with Pimento. (Y/n) growls. "I need you guys to do me a favor, can you steal me a cup of Gene's chili?" Benson asked. The trio look at each other with smirks. "On it!" Rigby said. The trio dash over to the table. (Y/n) is about to reach for the bowl. Gene notices and turns around. "Hey!" He shouted, and the trio scream. Gene walks over. "I know what you're up to." Gene said. "Uh, what's that?" Mordecai asked. "You're here to try some of my world famous chili." Gene said, then walks over to the pot and grabs the small spoon. "Go right ahead, there's plenty for everyone." Gene pours some into the bowl (Y/n) was holding. "Th- thanks..." she said nervously.

"No problem, hope you enjoy it, sweetheart. Maybe my awesome chili will finally be enough to convince ya to join my park." Gene smirks, then walks away, and Rigby growls. "I hate him. So much!" Rigby said angrily. "I can't believe he still wants you to join." Mordecai said. "It's Gene, what do you except?" (Y/n) said. The trio walk back over, but (Y/n) had refused to try anyway. "So?" Benson asked. "Spicy, sweet." Mordecai said. "With hints of lavender." Rigby said. (Y/n) huffs and crosses her arms.

"What?! Gimme that!" Benson snatches the bowl and has a taste for himself, he gasps and his eyes widened. "What's wrong?" (Y/n) asked. "Jade phantom pepper." Benson said. "And now judge Sean Pimento to present our competition for tomorrow's final round." They turn their attention to the stage. Pimento walks onto the stage and clears his throat. "Gene." (Y/n) scowls as he walks on stage and waves to the crowd.  "And Andrew Aaronson." Pimento said. "Yay! Whoo!" The guy throws his arms in the air and walks on stage. "Alright yes!

Yes, yes, me! Andrew Aaronson!" He said. "Wait, wait. We just got a random price test back from our labs." The announcer said as the guy next to him pulls it out of the trash. "And it looks like Andrew Aaronson's chili is over budget." Everyone gasps. "$51.20, he is disqualified." Pimento walks over to Andrew. "You disgust me. Take him away!" He ordered two cops standing behind Andrew, who take him off the stage. "But I- what?" He asked. "Well, I guess we'll have to go with our next runner up. Um," the announcer starts stuttering. "Mr. Pimento?" He asked. "If I had to choose a third option," he looks to the contestants. "I suppose I would begrudgingly select..." Pimento points to Benson, and the trio smile. "Him." Pimento said.

"Way to go, Benson!" (Y/n) said. Benson seemed happy at first, but then storms onto the stage. Benson holds his hands out as everyone cheers. "Thank you, thank you. But while I appreciate this honor, we have a cheater among us!" Benson shouted, and everyone gasps. "Your chili costs more than $50 Gene!" Benson shouted, pointing a finger at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." Gene said. "Where's your proof?" Someone from the crowd shouted. "I... I don't have any." He said. "You got here on a technicality, apprentice. Just smile and bring your mediocre chili tomorrow." Gene said. "Mediocre?! You did not make a $50 chili!" (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby quickly run on stage and begin to drag Benson off.

"And I'll prove it!" Benson shouted angrily as he was dragged away. Later that night, Benson sneaks into Gene's house through a window, then opens the fridge. "Those peppers have got to be in her somewhere!" Benson walks into Gene's office, and sees a picture of Gene, Mr. Maellard, and Dr. Dome on Gene's wall, and he gasps. "Oh my..." He brushes it off. "I bet there's a receipt for those peppers in here." Benson said. Benson slowly approaches a desk and opens a book. "Come on, come on. Where's the  receipt?" He asked.

He reads the page in the book. "Park Manager's Lodge, $2,000,000,000,000?! That's how we can afford all those peppers!" Benson said. "Wha-" Benson looks in the trash and gasps. "The stems." He reaches toward the trash can, but the lights turn on. "Benson, what are you doing in my office?" Gene asked as he enters the room. "I'm onto you, Gene. I know what you've been doing." Benson said, pointing at him. Gene notices the open book on his desk. "I see. You know all about it." Gene said. "Yes, I do." Benson said. "You've been using the Jade Phantom and I've got the stems to prove it!" Benson said as he held one up. "Wha-" Gene begins laughing. "Cheating is no laughing matter, Gene! This is a $20,000 pepper!" Benson said.

"For you, maybe." Gene said, then walks over to a cabinet and opens it, revealing a set of them. "You see, I've been growing these babies myself, so technically they're free." Gene said. "What?!" Benson asked. "It takes ten years to raise each one, and I've been growing them my whole life. Why do you think they cost so much?" Gene asked, approaching Benson. "Oh. Well wait, what're you doing with two trillion dollars in lodge money?" Benson asked. "High level lodge business. Now get out of my house, Benson." Gene said. Later,

(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are at Wing Kingdom with Benson. "So he's still gonna use that pepper, and I'm always gonna lose to Gene." Benson said. "Well what do you have that Gene doesn't?" (Y/n) asked. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's gonna have to be something that nobody's put into chili before." Benson said. He gasps as he suddenly gets an idea and stands up. "Of course!" He said. At the competition, a banner is hung that says "Secret Park Manager's Lodge, $50 Chili Cookoff, Final Round." "The Chili contest shows a mastery of tomato, bean and spice. The defending champion!" Pimento gestures to Gene and the crowd cheers.

"The goober who embarrassed himself." He gestures to Benson. "And me, Sean-Ben Pimento!" He gestures to himself. "Welcome to the world of chili!" Red fireworks go off. "Put 60 minutes on the clock" Pimento  said, and 60 minutes are set on the timer. "Ready.." Benson's eyes narrow at Gene. "Set...." Gene smirks. "Make Chili now!" Benson and Gene both run to their table. The park gang cheer for Benson. "Benson getting his start looking a little frazzled," Benson quickly takes the lid of his pot. Gene confidently walks over to his table. "Gene going to his patented Jade Phantom Peppers, and I of course, I mean that literally. He literally has the patent." The announcer said. "Oh, what is Benson doing?" Pimento asked as Benson was cutting up chicken wings.

"Gene of course, breaking no sweat." Gene casually puts his peppers into his pot. Benson glares at Gene as he cuts chicken wings using a vegetable cutter, then wipes his forehead. "Benson feeling the pressure, Gene not concerned at all." The announcer said. "I just loved your Christmas card." Pimento said.

"Oh," Gene laughs. "The wife thought the antlers would be funny." Gene said. "For Benson, with mere minutes remaining, any distraction could mean disaster." The announcer said. Pimento approaches Benson and he yelps. "So what is this you're making? Let me look at it in the light." Pimento grabs the pot. "Ugh, I got it!" Benson quickly grabs the pot. "Oh, what's this thing that I'm touching with my unwashed fingers? What is that?" Pimento asked. "It's-" Benson began. Pimento "accidentally" pushes Benson's knife off the table.

"Oh geez, somebody get him a new knife." Benson face palms, and (Y/n) growls angrily as Mordecai and Rigby gasp. "Gene is just running down the clock at this point." Benson realizes that he's run out of chicken and gasps. "I need more wings!" He runs off. "30 seconds, remember, if the chili isn't plated, the contestant is disqualified." Pimento said. Gene throws his spoon away.

"That's it! Gene's done!" The park gang gasp. "10 seconds left." The announcer begins counting down. "10, 9, 8, 7..." Benson's apron gets stuck, forcing Benson to kick one final wing into the pot to knock it over into the bowl. "I suppose he technically plated it." The announcer said as Benson's pot fell over and some spilled into a bowl. "Time is up!" Everyone cheers, and Benson sighs with relief. "And now I will begin the taste testing." Pimento grabs a spoonful of Gene's and sniffs. "Excellent aroma." He said, then put some in his mouth.

"Mmm mmm!" Gene smirks. "Gene, you have presented this wonderful chili for ten years. And still I am surprised and refreshed." He said, and Gene bows. "Thank you, Chef." He said. "Chef Benson, interesting presentation." Benson smiles as Pimento tastes some of his. "Hmm, this is... this is... incredible." he said.

"Phew!" Benson face palms. "What is this flavor I'm tasting? This tang?" Pimento asked. "Uh... chicken wings, Mr. Ben Pimento." Benson said. "How noble. I must have a second taste." Pimento said. "Go ahead, please." Benson said, and he does so. He enjoys it at first, but then grunts. "What is this?" He asked. "Uh, it's a chicken bone, I ran out of time, so..." Benson said. "Hmm... you have given me a lot to think about."

Pimento  pushes the bowl away. "And now time for the final judging." Pimento said. Red fireworks go off again. "Gene, you gave me a reinvention of an all time classic. Bursting with exotic aromatic herbs." Pimento then looks at Benson. "Benson, your chili proved provided a red hot tang although new to me, but it contained inedible elements. So I'm sorry to say, Gene, you have won." Pimento said.

"Yes!" Gene throws an arm up. "What?!" (Y/n) asked angrily. "Many years in the past, but not this year." Pimento said, lifting a finger. He then laughs. "Benson wins!" He said. Red fireworks explode near Benson and his friends cheer, (Y/n) cheering the hardest as they ran over to him. Benson throws his arms up. Everyone lifts him up, and Benson is placed on a chair by Gene. "You're alright, Dunwoody." Gene said, and Benson cheers. "Yeah!"