There were man like Bob Change, for Bob Change

There were man like Bob Change, for Bob Change lived up to his name. And not, mind me, on the political way. Bob would come, and Change would follow, like a thurderstorme in Kansas

, or maybe that was a butterfly in Brazil's doing. Living up to a name like Bob Change was a daunting task, but me? My name was Willie Craven. I took Bob out to the movies to watch

some Fringe Cinema, but it all ended with a Bang when some "nice, polite high-school kid" who somehow had accumulated 20 toaster ovens and a Tesla tower

destroyed the Fringe Cinema with a blast from the Tesla tower. Not so nice after all, that teen. We saw some of those 20 toaster ovens strewn about, but few had survived the bang.

But the few that did were infused with a vital spark of cinematic life & could project on the wall a toast to all the best films burned into their toaster memories. The teen popped

the Big Bread One into the projector. They also projected The Hunt for Bread October and Bread Dragon. The cinematic toast club meet weekly

Was at the Great Harvest Bread Company corporate offices. Apple Scrapple was served for breakfast. The crumbs vanished in 3:50. The Bread Apple himself was flabbergasted at the

flabbergasting that was making the rounds around the office. Even as he was flabbergasting, Bread Apple fought his way to the flabbergasting lever, to turn it off. A death ray stru

-mpet block Bread Apple's way, shooting death rays from her ample bosoms, but they were so ample the rays went every which way. "Foul strumpet!" Bread Apple yelled as he threw

seeds at her, just barley missing the mark. She enlisted the help of Col. Crumpet. When they saw what a jam they were in, adversaries Bread Apple and Sgt. Banana split.