IN the land of

IN the land of

Pies and cookies, a peasant set out on his quest to

sell them. "PIES!" The peasant shouted in the village square. "And COOKIES!" A buxom maiden paused. "Oh, do you know the muffin man?" she asked. "The muffin man?" He asked.

"Yes, the muffin man," she nodded. "Girl," he scoffed. "Some people...some people like cupcakes exclusively. I, for one, care less for them." Doffing his cap, he revealed himself.

He WAS the Muffin Man! "Oh, my goodness! It's you! You...you have a very old and popular children's song written about you! I used to sing it constantly to my mom." "Yes,I knew her

she lived on Drury lane." The muffin man smiled sheepishly. "I knew her very well." Now I knew why I was called Strawberry Shortcake.

Muffin Man laughed and ran away, Peach Cobbler trailing behind. "Well that's an awfully crummy way to treat me..." I remarked, as Blueberry Pancake sighed in dismay.

"Wait, I know how to get to the bottom of it," I said. Peach Cobbler always buckled under pressure. Pancake and I caught up with him and Muffin Man. I brandished a toothpick

he had a candy cane gun hidden in his muffin pockets. The candy cane gun shot out a large ball of chocolate and it buried itself into pancake's hips. Pancake screamed in pain