Everywhere I went, there were cookies and frosting and sprinkles. My bakery was a mess! Oh, right. I forgot to mention the robbers. Right, the robbers. What were they thinking, coming into a bakery like that? Why didn’t they rob a bank or something instead? Fool robbers. Anyway, I’m off to see what they stole.
Err…. here I am, in the front of the bakery, digging through the drawers to find any cash left. Nope. They had taken all my cash. So, I decided to bake more goods to get cash. But get this! They stole all my supplies, too. Sneaky. Now I’m looking in the computer to see what my camera recorded. Looks like they came here at midnight and were both wearing black. But that would be obvious even if you didn’t have a camera.
“Hey there, ma’am,” said a customer as he walked in. “I’d like a few donuts, please. And add pink frosting.” I moaned at him. “Sorry, sir, but it looks like I’m out of supplies. Some robbers came here last night.” The man’s face turned pale. Very suspicious.
“D-do you know anything about the robbers?” I asked. “No, ma’am, I do not…. why could I?” he chuckled. I raised my whisk at him. “No, tell me, right this instant.” I demanded. “Fine. One of their names was Larry, err, I mean…” the man’s voice trailed off. He ran out of the bakery, and I followed him. Luckily, I was faster than him, and I demanded him to come to my bakery immediately.
“No, no, no, ma’am, I know nothing else…” he started. “I promise, nothing.” I hit him once with my whisk. “YEOWWW!” he yelled. “My goodness, I’ll tell you more. Another’s name was Jack. The third… was named George. Are you happy now?” I reached into his pocket and pulled out his credit card. The name on it was…. JACK! I took him to the police, and he was immediately arrested, and I got my money back. When you get a whisk and knowledge, you use it!