Cake

(My first attempt at a comedy of sorts! Hope it's alright, and I'm sorry if it stinks, because it probably does.) Sparkle Strongvine was preparing sweets for a bake sale. She had already baked two large batches of brownies and a dozen of cupcakes. She and her sister, Victory Strongvine, were raising money to help poor jammers, and they had planned to meet later that day, each of them tugging large wagons of homemade goods.

Sparkle was currently working on a cake. However, she didn't have a recipe to go by, so the fox was just throwing bits and pieces of this and that and hoping it would turn out alright. Just then, a loud banging was heard at her door. Placing the bowl of cake mix on the counter and padding to her front door, she was greeted by a well dressed elephant, who was wearing a top hat, a tuxedo, and a...tutu?

"Hello, I am the owner of the glitter slime factory. I was wondering if you would like to buy a tooting muffin!" The elephant said, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a muffin, which emitted a loud "TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" And sent a cloud that smelled like pickles and cinnamon into the air. Sparkle, who wanted to get back to her cake, declined. "Nope, I'm good." She said, and closed the door. Making her way back to the kitchen counter, she continued mixing.

Just then, a loud shriek pierced the air as her neighbor, Sergeant Kawaiipotato, barged in, wearing a mustache and a cheese hat. Sighing and placing the bowl of cake batter back on the counter, she turned to face her neighbor. "What do you need, Sergeant Potatokawaii?" She asked with a forced smile. She really, really needed to get back to baking. The wolf was silent until a potato bit his tail.

"I have come to tell you that your apple tree just tried to stab my wife!" Her neighbor yelled, his cheese hat falling over his eyes. "Either cut it down and use the wood or pick the apples! They're starting to fall into my glitter slime pond!" Sergeant Kawaiipotato said, and without another word, he hopped out of the house on his two front paws; without closing the door.

Sparkle sighed and made her way to to door, but then, a sudden gust of wind blew her backwards and dumped her cup of coffee down a drain! Groaning as she got up and shut the door, she went back to the bowl of batter. Mixing and mixing and tossing in a few ingredients here and there, suddenly, the doorbell rang. Storming to the door and flinging it open, with a nasty scowl on her face, she found a young rabbit in a bee costume, holding up a bag.

"Twicko tweep." He said, holding up the bag to Sparkle. "Why are you trick or treating in JUNE?" The fox asked, frowning at the little jammer. "Because I felt wike it..." And the rabbit's eyes began to well up with tears before Sparkle went and got one of her cupcakes, dropped it carelessly into the bag, and slammed the door.

Returning to her batter, she poured it into a pan, and shoved it into the oven. Setting the timer, she then left the room to retrieve her fedora and sunglasses and a picture of a horse drinking a strawberry smoothie, until...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Stomping to the door, Sparkle pulled it open. She was greeted by a large tiger who was dressed as an onion.

"Heyooo, mah name is Joe. I noticed your apple tree and your purple purse weren't insured, yo, so like, do you wanna pay ten thousand gems per day to insure them from falling explosive pianos and spontaneous combustion? It's a great deal, yo." He said, waiting for Sparkle to reply.

Just then, Sparkle's purse exploded as a piano fell from the sky and landed on the apple tree, causing it to explode as well. "No, I'm good." She growled, slamming the door in the face of the tiger. Then, the door fell over and onto her. Yelping in surprise, Sparkle crawled out from under the door just as the timer for her cake dinged.

Before she could approach the oven, the blender exploded and set the house on fire as a crowd of jammers thundered over, trying to get her to buy things. Cake exploded everywhere as a muffin tooted while kissing a potato fish while a pig jumped over the sun.

The end.