“Good bye Muffin, dear! I have to fetch more chocolate mousse!” Gabrielle called.
Muffin laughed, “Vündersňeek, I was just about to make a new mix! ‘G bye me little formaldehyde!”
Gabrielle left, and Muffin began to get back to baking again. Less than fifteen minutes later Muffin heard a knock on the door.
“Come on in, and welcome to The Muffin Man’s bakery. What can I do for you?” Muffin said joyfully.
A voice as cold as ice responded him, “How about my childhood, brother dear?”
Muffin immediately turned around, “Baker! What a surprise! Why didn’t you call?” Muffin said nervously.
Baker laughed a cold heartless laugh, “Brother, one usually doesn’t call a person to announce their MURDER.”
Muffin blanched, “Murder? Brother, lets just talk this out.”
Baker wheezed out his laugh, “Hand me over the magic spoon, now. I have Gabrielle in the car. If I give the word, she dies.”
Muffin got out his spoon.
“That’s right, just hand it over…” Baker whispered.
Suddenly Baker let out a yell of pain and fell to the floor. Attached to the screaming brat’s leg was a chocolate dog.
Muffin smiled, “You saved me puppy! Yes you did! Yes you did!”
The chocolate animal barked, and began to run away from Baker. But Baker was too fast for it and grabbed a hold of the little dog’s ears.
“This dog is made of chocolate! Is this another trick of yours? Tell me now or Gabrielle dies!” shouted Baker.
Muffin stood his ground, “I found out that if you put enough good imagination in the mix, it becomes real,” said Muffin slowly.
Baker laughed again and motioned for the spoon, “Hand it over, now,” he said icily.
Muffin lifted up the spoon and lunged it into Baker’s mouth. Baker spat the dough all over the floor.
“Disgusting as always. WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?” screamed a frantic Baker.
For you see with that lunge of desperation by Muffin had caused the dough to become over filled with imagination. Baker’s hands began to inflate, and his eyes shrunk into beady black specks. He began to inflate, fat ripping his clothes. His whole body became a yellowish brown. He just kept growing, rising like bread. Gone was the handsome face of Baker Man, the only thing he ever had.
“What have you done to me?” Baker said in a loud voice spewing dough all over as he talked, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?”
Muffin laughed, a very bold move.
Baker walked up towards Muffin, his shear weight causing the building to shake violently.
“Tell me where to find more things like the dog!” shouted the dough man.
Muffin laughed again, “You know what I’ll call you? The Pillsbury Dough Man! That’s what I made you out of!”
Muffin man had only been talking to give the dog time to escape, which it did.
Baker yelled, “TELL ME NOW!”
Muffin did, and handed over the spoon. Then, so ashamed at his new appearance, he ran out of the bakery.
Muffin spent the rest of the evening searching for Gabrielle. She ended up just returning from the market. It was a bluff.
Gabrielle listened as Muffin recounted the night’s events.
Gabrielle stroked Muffin’s face. “Do not worry Muffin! We will go to your Candy Land and save your friends! We vill alzo stop your evil brother! Everything will be vündersňeek!”
Muffin laughed, “I’m not worried, you are with me.”
Well, I hope you enjoyed my retelling of our fair town’s history! Hope you enjoy your stay here at Small Ville. What’s that? Yeah, the Pillsbury Dough Boy on TV is in fact a direct relation to Baker. No one did ever find out about Candy Land. Head on down to Drury Lane with me and we’ll ask ‘ole Muffin Man and his lovely wife Gabrielle himself. C’mon!
STAY TUNED FOR CANDYLAND!