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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
  • and used it to pick my teeth. Muffin Man was intimidated by this and let Pancake and I arrest him for crimes against humanity and Peach Cobblers. But we had forgotten to check that
  • 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

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