Answer:
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
Canine children.
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?