Entry: The Recipe

While being voluntold to run the fundraising bake sale for the library, Scrap scrambled to find something he could make. The pressure is on him. Every staff member who runs the bake sale always puts their best plate as the side attraction. Of course, Scrap is no cook, or a baker for that matter, but he's willing to do what he can.

Scrap carried everything into the kitchen, a bag of eggs, milk, flour and in his other hand some pots, pans, a bow etc. Almost carrying a tower of stuff to the kitchen. He planned to work all day if he had to make things right. But the moment he stepped in. His body froze immediately as a familiar pitch rang inside his ear. His head started twitching to the right. His arms started to tremble. "Oh come on... Why now!" he knows what that meant. An entry was just activated.

"ARGH!" he groaned, quickly shoving the stuff on his countertop and then racing to find his journal. Plopped on his old coffee table. The book immediately was illuminating its bright purple glow. Scrap opened the book and it immediately opened to one page. However, to his shock. Only one thing appeared on it. It was a recipe.

"Huh?" Scrap gasped as he gazed over the recipe. He flipped a couple pages back and forth to make sure there wasn't anything else. Heck he even searched his home. Making sure no crazy goat lady appeared again. "Okay... YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!" He called out, expecting some randomness to show up. "I'm not mad that you turned my home into a five star restaurant and nearly threatened to turn people into food." At least I hope that's not what the entry implied, he thought. After countless searches and even checking outside his apartment and grounds. There seemed to be no oddities. Maybe this time he was in the clear.
Scrap shook his head and let out a sigh, "Whatever, at least my home stayed the same this time." He glanced down at the journal, the recipe laid out on display, hasn't submerged back into the paper like the rest of the entries. "Well... you're not doing any harm. I guess I'll deal with this later. Right now, I've got to start baking.

Scrap knew for sure, he wasn't destined to be a baker. The first cake alone showed him that. First he could break the eggs correctly and now there are shells in the mix. Probably got the measurement wrong too. The batter was a liquid mess, he couldn't figure out if need more milk or more batter. When he finally got it in the oven. It quickly burnt up. Probably wasn't the best decision to pull the heat all the way up. How is it? He never learned to properly bake a cake. It looks so easy on the TV.

Look at his kitchen, oh it was such a mess. Batter, flour egg yolk splattered everywhere. How did he manage to get it on the ceiling? Scrap slapped his face and grunted. AS he stood, he immediately jumped and yipped. The Journal suddenly sprung out of nowhere. Laid out like a thick cookbook ready for eager eyes. "What the?"

Bing. Bong. Bing. Bong. Click! Suddenly a spotlight appeared and aimed at Scrap. An audience roared and clapped for Scrap. The mutt turned around to spot what looked like a TV Audience. All of thEm hid their faces, but cheered and cheered him as if he was a celebrity. "What is going on?-- Big purple Neon lights suddenly shine and reading "The Author's Magical Cooking." An 80's Television Jolly theme song started to play. And then suddenly the stage lights moved to the side revealing a cheery talk show host. Scrap immediately gasped as the Goat lady Author had appeared.
"Hello! Hello! Hello! And HELLO, HELLO HELLO!" With each “hello,” she pointed to a different member of the audience, one time to Scrap and then towards the front like she's facing a camera. "and welcome. Welcome to everyone's favorite cooking segment. "Author's Magical cooking." I am your favorite host, Ex-former Author, Retired 20-golden star chef, and former owner of the Tenant's Basement, and of course your favorite host here at Author's Magical Cooking, or AMC for short, Ambrosia Chelin. Today we have a very, very special guest tonight. It is our very latest Author: Scrap the Street Mongrel.
Suddenly the camera's light turned back to Scrap. He jumped back and covered his eyes. As his vision comes back to sight. He noticed his clothes had completely changed, his Hoodie became a dark gray long sleeve shirt. His favorite yellow and black striped T-shirt had become a cooking apron with the logo, and the Journal's clock, imprinted all over it like a cheesy merchandise. The kitchen he was in suddenly disappeared and all that was left was a kitchen island that rose from the floor.
Scrap stepped back and tripped one of the TV wires that profused out of the darkness. He took a few steps back and then landed on a soft pink couch. He looked around and couldn't believe his living room had been turned into a TV Talk show lounge. Ambrosia walked over and took a seat right next as if she's about to start an interview.
She smiled out into the mysterious audience and then turned to Scrap and "Nice to see you again, my dear Pup. I see good old Sidor hasn't killed you yet. HAHA~" As she laughed, the audience of silhouettes joined in and laughed, like a creepy sitcom laugh track. She then immediately stopped and continued. The audience became dead silent as she started again, "But in all serious, Pup. It's nice to see you. You've been doing well."
Scrap looked around, at first not believing what he saw; but that feeling quickly went away as he now searched for anything odd or crazy to suddenly pop out. He answered. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" There were a few chuckles to his answer, but then they immediately died down.
"Scrappy, my dear. You should know better where you are. You're here. on AMC. Your agent have been on my producer’s butt to get you on my show. And when he found out we had history then thought.--" She clapped her hooves, and displayed a rather unpleasant, yet devious smile. "-- What better way to bring some magic back on our show here. Haha.--"
"What happened to my home?" Scrap interrupted.
Ambrosia paused but then continued on like nothing had happened, "--Besides... Everyone here is excited to have you here." She turned to the audience and immediately cheered him on.
Scrap tried talking again to her. "Stop this! I'm not playing games here. If you're planning on something or forcing townsfolk here.
"OH Scrap I wouldn't dream of it." She then interrupted his speech. "Haha, you're such a kidder. Besides, what would I have to gain doing what I did last time?" She then pressed her hoove on his and then ruffled up his bed-hair look. "But if it will make you feel better. See for yourself." She then waved her arms and the audience lights immediately turned on. The silhouettes were revealed... to be ordinary people. There were no chains on their arms. No force interactions or puppetry... these folks looked like they were having a good time.
"See everyone here is having a good time. And boy fellas. We have a show For you tonight. Scrappy here is going to introduce us to his latest recipe.-- '' She then brings out the journal and shows the recipe displayed on the pages. Everyone gasped and cheered at what she hold. "And let me tell you something folks, it going to be magical and I should know I'm a former Author myself and you know I'm going to bring some magic to the table." Suddenly the alarm Spring. Sirens were screaming. Horns were hoinking. Suddenly a jamming beat started to play. Ambrosia got up from her seat and started jamming with the beat. Scrap rose up to his feet and joined along. "HEY WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY CAN'T I CONTROL MY BODY!?"
"Well folks we'll be right back after a few words from our sponsor and When we come back Scrap here is going to show off his magical cooking live. Because what do say here??

The audience shout out. "Creativity is Magic!" afterwards followed the outro theme and someone immediately shout out. "AAAANND CUT" Ambrosia and Scrap immediately dropped back in their seat and both of let out a solid sigh of relief.

Ambrosia reached into the cushion and pulled out a old cigarette case, took out a light and lit one up. Scrap gasped and fumbled off his seat. He stood straight and then pointed to Ambrosia. "I don't know what your deal is. But you're not going to get away with this. I'm not letting you turn anyone into your worker drones again or turn them into food or whatever!--"

"Would you give it a rest Author. I meant what I said. I've come in peace." She exhaled her smoke. Scrap gasped and immediately ceased. "Look I'm probably not your favorite person right now, considering yeah. I did turn your house into a 5 star restaurant, while forcing your neighbors, and you, to become my worker drones. ANd... NO!" She pressed her cigarette on Scrap hand, causing him to jump, yip in pain and frantically fan his hand, "I didn't turn anyone into Food! Get that straight! Ughh..." She groaned nad then sighed again, "I'm sorry. Being in the page you wrote yourself into does get to you okay..."

Scrap sighed and even he calmed himself down."Well that doesn't explain why you're here in this entry."

"Who knows. I think I wasn't present to whoever added this rule into the journal. BUt considering it has something that peaks my interest. Why not just role with it. Who knew my recipe would bring me back."

"Wait..." Scrap scuffs, "You wrote the recipe?"

"Well yeah. I am a Chef. Well I'm more of a baker than anything else. The best baker in the world" She boasted. "The recipe is what i call, "Ambrosia Out-of-this-world Cupcakes amd cakes!"

"Wait a minute"... Scrap interrupted and then realized something or could be related to this entry, "Is it because I was trying to bake and the Journal reacted to my thoughts and worries? if so... could I really trust this recipe?"

"Suddenly the lights started to flicker. Someone shouts out. "And we are live again in a few seconds." Ambrosia sat up and stretched. she extended her head forward. And suddenly a make up kit suddenly popped out of nowhere and started refreshing her makeup."

"Wait--" Scrap shouted, but then was smacked comically in the face with a makeup brush. It patted his face, leaving a cloud of make up dust. He coughed and fanned the cloud away and said. "What's happening?"

"What's it look like pup. We are on. Look, I think if you just do the recipe they'll let you go. okay?"

"No way I'm following the Reci-- OW" A pair of flying tweezers plucked out a couple of hairs from his eyebrows. He quickly smacked them away but they just flew back and started attacking him. "OW! OW! OW!"

"I don't think you have a choice here pup. They're not going to let you cook anything else. Believe me I've tried. Whatever is on the prompter we have to do. And today its my recipe."

"And we are live in 5...4...3...2...1..." The charming intro music started to play. The audience clapped and cheered as if someone had just flipped the switch. The twizzles and other makeup related tools disappeared like they were plucked out of existence. The stage lights circled around and now they were back in the talk show lounge area.

Ambrosia smiled and said as the music came to a halt. "And we are back, thank you all again for joining us. Where we last left off, our lil boy, Scrappy, was going to show us his moves, But before that. Let's get to know our lil chef here. So tell me Scrap-Papi, where did you come up with this amazing recipe?"

The audience's clap slowly disbursed as they waited to hear Scrap's comment. Scrap, still bewildered, looked around, possibly searching for an exit or some way out of this mess. The room was getting dead quiet. Ambrosia's smile slowly depleted and her frustration rising, she asked the question again, even added. "Come on, my dearie. You don't want to keep our viewers waiting."

Scrap turned to her, not wanting to play this charade, he replied. "I didn't write this recipe. I don't even know what it is. I'm done with this." Scrap gets off his seat, takes off his apron and slams in the ground. Reaches inside his shirt and pulls out a little microphone attached to his shirt. Ambrosia left speechless and then sighs, she sits back onto her seat and says quietly. "Fine, learn it the hard way."

"I'm getting out of here~" Scrap walks off the stage, but suddenly was thrown back by some invisible force. The lights immediately start to flicker. Ambrosia just sits back and takes out her cigarette case and lights one up, not even caring of what's going to happen. Scrap scramble to his feet, but then shove back to the ground by that same invisible force. Scrap turned around and gasped as the stage lights dropped and nearly fell on him. He quickly dodge them and got back up. Suddenly something was thrown across and hit him in the back. He landed on the ground, looked back and see it was his coffee table, but somehow was changed into a stage prop. Would have done some serious damage to him if it was real.


"You better keep dodging pup!" Ambrosia warned him and puffed out a cloud of smoke. Out from the darkness, Wires from the supposed TV cameras slithered in and then wrapped themselves around Scrap's legs. He screamed as they hoisted him up like a prized fish a fisherman had recently caught. Then immediately they started flinging Scrap around. Slamming the pup on the ground. on the set, Even on the painted background. The crowd continued to cheer on as if they thought this was all part of the show. They just kept laughing and laughing, not even bothered to step out to help him.

Ambrosia, sitting by, continued her smoke break. Even a cup of tea float by and handed itself to her. "Thank you," She said and took a sip. Scrap dropped at her feet, panting and groaning. He looked to her and she said, "Ready to comply? Because I only say its going to get worse."

"NO!" Scrap shouted, but then was cut off as something wrapped around his mouth and pulled him away. Ambrosia shrugged and goes back to drinking her tea. Scrap's grunted and continued to fight back in the background, Suddenly there was a rush of heat, lightning bolts struck the ground, heck there was even explosion. The rush of the after blast nearly pushed her out of her chair. Scrap came back, Smoking, covered in ash, his clothes nearly ripped apart. He dropped at her feet. "Okay... Okay, I'll do the damn recipe!" He raised a finger and pointed to her, "but not because you told me so!"

She smiled and then said. "Well then..." Suddenly there was a bleep. Like someone turned off the TV, and then another bleep and everything was put back together. Scrap was back on his seat. All the cuts, bruises, and every damage he received were gone. He was even wearing That apron again. He patted himself down and was completely dumbfounded. Ambrosia repeated her question. "So tell me Scrap-Papi, where did you come up with this amazing recipe?"

Still taken aback by her response, Scrap gulped, pulled his shirt and then nervously replied, "Um... Well..." His heart was thumping, nothing was coming to mind. He didn't know what to say, he didn't make this recipe. He's not a chef or baker. So he then just said the first thing that comes to mind. "Um... you know... old... family... recipe? You know Grandma's secret box of recipes. I grabbed the first one I saw and it became this..."

Sweat immediately perfused down his cheek as he waited for Ambrosia's response. He could hear his heart thumping, as her smile started to twitch. But then she pulled back and said. "Well the angels up high, must praise your granny for teaching you such wonderful recipes. And you at home, are able to make these delicious recipes yourself in Scrap's latest book.--" She reached over and picked up a cookbook, featuring Scrap on the cover, covered from head-to-toe in flour, egg yolk and colored frosting, "--Battles of the Kitchen: Grammy's Secret Recipes and More. You can grab yourself a copy at your local bookstore, better hurry I hear they're flying off the shelfs."

Scrap immediately gasped, dumbfounded by what he sees. His thoughts were all over the place. Where did that book come from? How did they get me in that pose?

She continued. "And to everyone here... Look under your seats because you all get a free copy!" The crowd cheers and they look under their seats. They hoisted their books and danced around. The alarms sprung and confetti was shot up in the air and rained on everyone. The music started to play. Ambrosia and Scrap got up from their seats and began to dance around unable to get control of themselves.

They both sat down and Ambrosia continued, “But enough of that. It’s time to start cooking. Mr. Scrap-Papi, are you ready to start cooking!”

“Um… Yeah!” He nodded nervously. Like I have a choice. “The faster we start. The faster we can get this entry over with!”

“You heard him here folks. It’s time too…” Everyone shouted with her. “GET MAGICAL!” The into theme started to play. The lounge area they both were sitting on suddenly started to move. Scrap jumped off his seat as the platform started to twist around. They turned a complete Circle and when they came back they were on a new set.

Scrap looked around the set and couldn’t believe it. It was his kitchen, but turned into a cooking show’s kitchen. However, everything was upgraded, the oven, the fridge, heck they even supplied him with the latest kitchenware. “What did you do to my kitchen?” Scrap immediately muttered.

Ambrosia ignored the comment, and smiled at her audience. She approached Scrap, wrapped her arms around the mutt. “Okay! Okay! Okay! Now Scrap we are so looking forward to your awesome recipe. Don’t worry, we brought you all the ingredients needed for this special recipe.”

Suddenly the spotlight swiveled, aiming directly at Scrap, as if he had suddenly become the star of the show. Ambrosia, with grandoise flair, swung her arm out to present the ingredients: "Behold! All the eggs you could dream of, enough milk to fill a swimming pool and mountains of flour!" However, instead of gracefully handing them over, everything descended upon poor Scrap in a slapstick manor. Eggs dropped and splattered atop of his head like a messy crown, milk jugs plummeted and shattered around him, and Flour sack were hurled his way, exploding on impact. By the end of it, Scrap resembled a walking omelet with a side of soggy pancakes

As Ambrosia continued reading the inventory, each item seemed to have a personal vendetta against the pup. "Lets not forget the flavors: Strawberry and Blueberry--" Splat! Splat! Splat! They bombarded him merciless until Scrap himself looked like a painted canvas. The pup tried to shake off the sticky mess, only for the goat lady to introduce a lineup of exotic ingredients that sounded straight out of a fantasy novel.

"OOH, you're in for a treat my viewers. This recipe calls for some special ingredients. First we have Swrumpapa Berries, Lavlka Mint, Calksooi Dusk, Smushed Beeswax of fresh killer bees, and the pièce de résistance—Melted Marshmallow" Scrap desperately tried to survive the onslaught. Everything came crashing down. The swrumpapa berries were like bowling balls, leaving craters on impact. The lavlka mint were more like a face full of leaves than anything minty, the calksooi dusk turned out to be a sticky, gooey mess he couldn't escape from. And there was no beeswax. But a lot of angry killer bees.

After managing to free himself from calksooi and fending off the swarm of angry bees, Scrap shouted. "OKAY! I'VE HAD IT!" He stomped his way to Ambrosia with a heated breathe. Ready to tell her off but suddenly a deluge of melted marshmallow cascaded down, sending him crashing to the ground like a defeated souffle.

"Wow folks, who knew Scrap-papi here was such a messy cook." Ambrosia laughed and the audience joined along. She walked behind the kitchen counter. Scrap picked himself up panting heavily, whipping and shaking whatever remained on. "So my dear, boy. Ready to start cooking?"

"I... have been peltered with so many stuff... What do you think!?" Scrap panted While trying to hold in his anger.

"Sounds to me... You're ready! Lets begin!" The audience clapped and cheered for the pair. A bowl slides towards Scrap. Ambrosia leaned in and said, "So tell us what's the first thing we do?"

Scrap, still a bit frustrated, responded while trying to keep his tone in check. "I don't know... I not a baker. Frankly after this entry's experience. probably never will be!"


"Hey! Don't say that, now!" Someone just shouted, Scrap turned around, but there was no one around, but suddenly he looked down and spotted an oven mitten right next to him. It looks so animated with its big cheeky grin. "Just because you made a couple of fumbles doesn't mean you should give up on cooking! Believe me... COOKING IS SO FUN!"

Scrap eyes immediately widen and he let out a big yip and jump into Ambrosia's arms. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" He shouted and pointed to the mitten.

"It's an oven mitt, you silly. Or rather... It's Mitty from the Kitchen Gang!" Just then the show (rather the world) cut away to a small intro segment. Showcasing the Kitchen Gang. They were three members: Mitty the oven mitten, Whisky the whisk, and Rolly the Rolling Pin. They showed video clips of them interacting with Ambrosia, getting into quiet the mess, even battling animated fires coming an oven. As the intro finishes, it returns back to the kitchen with Scrap still Ambrosia's arm. He turned to her and said, "This is all you're doing! Isn't it!"

she laughed and then replied, "Silly boy! it's all part of the show." He let out a small groaning growl, and then Ambrosia then dropped Scrap to the ground. She approached Mitty and then, "So Mitty what do we have planned here with our little chef?" She reached down and hoisted Scrap back to his feet.

"Oh I'm glad you asked. A little puppy told me we are going to be making his famous, "Out-of-this-World" Cakes. Rumored to be extra sweet and so addicting to eat. I'm excited to get started." Suddenly the other two hop in and say, "It's time to start cooking."

Suddenly the spotlight clicked on and shined down on Scrap. He flinched and covered his eyes. Everyone in the area became totally silent, as if Scrap was the only person there. "What's going on!" Whisky jumped onto the counter. "Alright Scrapperoni, So how do we begin?"

Scrap scuffed, "I don't know--" Suddenly a bowl and some cake tins dropped on his head, cutting him off.

"Ohhh... You silly little mutt, you should better than to have utensils on hand. How else are you going to make the cake?--" Scrap reached out and grabbed the whisk and shook him out of frustration. "STOP DROPPING THINGS ON MY HEAD! ARGH!" He shook him around and then tossed the whisk away.

Just then…Whack! Scrap jumped back as he felt something slacked his back. He turned around to see Rolly right next to him. “Come on, Sport. Stop wasting time and lets get cooking.” He growled as he rubbed his soar back. He reached for the rolling pin ready to throw him, just like he did for the whisk, but suddenly heard a whistle. His ears flicked to the right, when he turned he spotted Ambrosia sitting by, next to a cameraman. She was sipping another cup of tea, next to her happened to be a yellow rat man , holding a cue card. She pointed to the card, it read, in big bolded letters, “STOP STALLING,” The rat man dropped the card, and another one appeared. It read. “DO THE RECIPE.” and then another, “THE FASTER YOU GET IT DONE, THE FASTER YOU CAN LEAVE.”

Scrap rolled his eyes and finally complied, "Okay... fine." he reached for the bowl and tugged it next to him. As he turned the journal suddenly was set next to him. He looked at the page, and then said, “Well according to the recipe. First we got to gather all the… ingredients.--” Scrap backed off and immediately flinched and covered his head. Expecting a rain of ingredients to drop on his head; however, nothing came. As he lowered his arms, Suddenly a stage crew came out, the same rat man who was holding the cue cards. He came in with a rolling tray with all the ingredients, all prepped and ready. He brought the tray to Scrap, said his goodbye and walked off.

Scrap was taken aback, nevertheless remembered what the cue said and returned back to the cooking segment. “Well my… friend. The next thing we got to do is fill your bowl with flour and--” Bam! Rolly smacked his hand. “--Ow! What was that for!”

“TCH. TCH. TCH. Boy, chaos always happens when you skip a step. Try to stick to what’s written.” Rolly looks to the journal. The first step suddenly rises from the book. And displayed itself right in front of them. Everytime he read a word it would light up. “See, First step is Preheat the oven! You don’t want the cake to come out all soggy and raw now?”

Scrap rubs his wrist and forces a grin to appear on his face. “My…Mistake… pal.--” Scrap then took a look around, but noticed there was no oven… heck, his own oven was gone. “--And pretale where my oven is?” “Why, right behind you of course?” Scrap turned around and suddenly his oven just popped into existence. The oven door opened and Mitty climbs out. “Oooff… is it stuffy in there.” she commented so cheerly.

“Why were you in the oven?” Scrap bluntly asked, “I don’t put my oven mitts inside there.” Mitty turned around and shook off some soot on her. “Just checking out what we are working with. Man... have to say you really need to buy a new one. I’m surprised it still works!” Scrap rolled his eyes and sighed, "Blame my landlord, not me…” “Anyways… we want to turn the oven to a very comfortable setting. I believe 425 should suffice. Go ahead Scrape-roni! Turn that dial!” Scrap sighed and repeatedly told himself. “Just do the recipe… do the recipe…” The numbers on the dial were so worn out Scrap could barely see the numbers. He gulped and turned the dial, hoping that it was the correct temperature.

“Alright, are you guys happy?” Scrap said as he returned to the counter top. They nodded and Scrap continued. “Okay. the recipe calls for flours and eggs…” He paused for a moment and checked the recipe, but saw that it didn’t give him the amount needed. “... well it doesn’t say how much, but I’ll go with my gut and say we are going to put at least two eggs and two cups worth of flour--” Whack! Rolly smacked his hand again. “OW… WHAT NOW?”

“I hate to break it to you champ,” Rolly replied, “but that's not nearly enough.” Rolly hopped to the journal and flipped through a few pages, even though the recipe was just one page. He looked at Scrap and said, “this kind of recipe requires more than just two scoops. We are going to have to double the amount. And at least double the size of the scooper too!” Suddenly a random cupboard appeared and Hugh peaked out, like it was a window. He handed Scrap the measuring cup. He wasn’t kidding, it was the size of a pitcher.. “That's where I should do it.”

“Um… isn’t this a bit eccentric?” Scrap asked, but suddenly was pushed aside. Scrap dropped the measuring cup, and there was a big shatter in the background. Mitty got infront of Rolly and interjected him. “Woah… Woah… Woah!” She laughed nervously. “I think you’re taking things too far. We are just cooking one cake here. So we need to be that big of a measuring cup. Not to mention. If you read between the lines, Clearly the recipe only calls for three scoops of flour and three eggs!” Scrap picks himself up and slumps on the counter. Hugh peaks out of the cupboard and hands Scrap another measure cup. He then pets Scrap head and says he’s doing a good job! Scrap looks towards the bickering utensils and gasped as he saw a mountain of flour started to form in the bowl.

“WE NEED MORE, MITTY!” Rolly shouted. “NO, WE NEED LESS! Mitty shouted back. Every shout they said, floating cups either add flour or take away flour and spilling it everywhere. The mountain was as high as a building. Slowly it started to sway around. Scrap had to put a stop to it.

“GUYS! GUYS! That's enough--” just then Scrap slipped on a random wire and then came crashing on the counter. He flew into the mountain of flour and it came crumbling down on him. A big explosion of flour surrounded the stage, audience, crew, even Ambrosia, but she didn’t seem amused.

She sighed, “this is going to take a while.” She snapped her fingers. Suddenly everything reminded back as if someone just pressed the rewind but on a TV Remote. Everything rewind back to where Scrap mentions the flour, however when Scrap looks down. He has a bowl full of flour.

“What the-- Did anyone see that? Scrap asked and turned to the audience, but there was no response. “Anyone please!?”

Rolly cuts him off and reads the next part of the recipe. “SO we need some eggs. As I always say either go big or go home, so let's use 4 eggs.” But then Mitty hopped over to him and shouted back, “NO! Too many eggs will make it all spongy and rubbery! Stick to what the script says. TWO EGGS!” Rolly huffed and then got in her face. “Stop trying to undermine me. I know what I’m doing, I said FOUR!” “NO… TWO!” She shouted back. “4… 2… 4… 2… 4… 2… 4… 2… 4… 2… 4… 2… 4… 2… 4… ” The bickering was just nonstop. Eggs flew off the cartons and aimed at the bowl. Splatting and exploding. Some didn’t even hit the bowl. Most of them just hit Scrap.

Ambrosia slapped her face and shook her head. “This is why I don’t like working with them.”

After many trial and errors and lots of rewinds. They finally got back on track. The batter was finally made. And it only took about 34 rewinds. Maybe she should have warned Scrap the Kitchen gang, though very helpful, bicker a lot. And poor Scrap was caught in the crossfire. But at least he finished the first cake.

Scrap opens the oven door and takes out the cake. He places it on the counter and lets out a big huff. “THERE… It’s finally done. And it only took so many hours” He tools a deep breathe in and shook himself. “Okay… now we can start decorating and--”

Suddenly the cake pin flew off the counter and splatted all over the stage floor. “NOPE! You did all wrong with that first cake.” Mitty stated. Scrap let out a deep scuff and was left in a utter gasp with his mouth dangling around. The oven mitt then hopped over and brought the bowl back to Scrap. “Not to worry… No baker gets it right the first time--”

“WHAT… THE… *BLEEP*” Scrap immediately shouted. The kitchen gang were all left with an appalling gasp. Scrap immediately grabbed the oven mitt and shook it violently. “WHAT THE *BLEEP* WAS WRONG WITH THAT! I worked so *bleep* hard on that *Bleep* cake alone. I followed your guys’ instructions vigorously. I’ve got bruises from that *Bleeping* rolling pin that i'm sure going to feel after the reset. I DID EVERYTHING YOU GUYS SAID, NOW, TELL ME WHAT DID I DO WRONG!”

Ambrosia reached for a cup flying her way. She took a deep sip and sighed heavily as she watch Scrap have a meltdown on set. It was quite a sight to see the little pup go all out. It was funny to her… it kind of reminded her of her meltdown when she had the journal and the hassles that came with it. She took another sip of her drink and then said to herself, “3…2…1!” She tilted her head to the right as a flying piece of pastry came flying out and missed her. She finger scooped the pastry and tasted it. She then commented, “Could use a bit more honey--” Suddenly a jar of honey was thrown and smashed on the floor.

The audience cheered and clapped as if they all thought this was all part of the show. Some cheered for the author while most cheered for the kitchen gang. The stage crew rushed out of the dark void and tried to break up the fight. Hugh, the big rat, came and grabbed ahold of Scrap, but he still struggled to break free. The others went to the Kitchen gang, but they weren’t easily subdued. They bounced around and dodged all the stage crew's attempts to capture them. So it became an all out food fight between the Author, the Kitchen Gang and the Stage crew.

Suddenly there came a big Whroop! She looked to her side and noticed her chair had extended and became a couch. Suddenly then someone took a seat right next to her. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she spotted a big blue porcupine with white quills. She finished her drink and the cup popped out of existence. “I wondered when you were going to show up. So tell me, are you enjoying the show?”

“It’s adequate.” The porcupine stated.

“Oh I’m sorry our show here is not up to your standards.” She sighed and then reached into her coat and pulled out her cigarette case. “So why choose this form? Don’t you change whenever a new author is chosen? What did you pick for the little pup over there? Something quaint? Something scary? Something extraordinary?” She waited for him to answer, but he remained silent. She rolled her eyes and lit her cigarette. “God ol’ Sidor silent treatment. Thought i would never experience this again.

Sidor, taking the form of the porcupine, shook his head, “Every Author sees something different. You see me as this, right now the mutt sees me as something else.” Ambrosia sighed and exhaled a puff of smoke. “Not the answer I was looking for…” She stated and turned her attention back to Scrap. The mutt continued fighting off the stage crew and the kitchen gang. Rolly and Whisky flung at him, as if someone threw them at him. Mitty came next and she landed on Scrap face. He tried to pull her off, but he ended up stepping on Rolly and slipping and landing on his back. Ambrosia let out a chuckle, but Sidor remained unphased. He crossed his arm and huffed.

Ambrosia sighed and tossed her cigarette away. “God, you're such a downer. You can’t even let me enjoy this? I’m sure all the other authors have their fun with him.” He didn’t answer. “When will my page ever get activated again…”

“Nothing is ever deleted. It is only stored. You know that very well.” Sidor replied. “Your pages will return that.” He looked down at her and continued, “You should know that, being a former author.”

Ambrosia sighed and rolled her eyes. “A title I can care less for.” She looked down at her arm, and noticed that her whole arm was covered with paper and words. Her whole arm was a paper mache mold filled with pulsating words and chapping pieces. Every time the words shined and pulse she felt a weird sensation. It was unpleasant. She shook off that feeling and pulled up her sleeve. “I don't know why they chose me to be an author… I was never a writer. I was a chef in my time.”

They watched as the stage crew came back and managed to subdue the kitchen gang. One of them managed to put them in a cage, but Mitty managed to split through and attack Scrap. She pulled him into the dark void. There was lots of shouting, cursing and a small explosion. Ambrosia and Sidor didn’t seem phased. Scrap limped back, covered in soot. However, he shook it off and he was back to normal. But then the stage crew came back and suddenly dragged him back.

“The boy continues to impress me.” Sidor replied, catching Ambrosia off guard and coughing out some raspy coughs. “Never once have I seen him use the journal for personal gain. Rather use it to improve and help others. I’ve seen this boy go through many trials. And yet, he’s succeeded where other previous authors failed.”

“Guess there’s a first for everything.” She ended and flicked her cigarette away. “Okay… fine. I’ve had my fun.” She raised her hand up and then snapped her fingers. Suddenly everything paused. And in just instant everything reverses back. All the way back to the very beginning.

The audience shouted out, “GET MAGICAL!,” The speakers played their intro theme, as the stage started to change. The stage started to turn around quickly. Scrap moved off the platform as the stage set up its next segment. He gasped as he saw it was his kitchen--

The moment he saw his kitchen suddenly there came a rush in mind. His head started to hurt, but just a little, as memories and events flashed in his mind. It’s like his mind was on overdrive as it tried to recollect and bring him up to speed. Once that small moment was gone, Scrap felt in utter shock and frustrated. He mouthed off, “THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT CAKE!”

“Yeah, the kitchen gang can be quite the stubborn bunch.” Scrap gasped and turned back, Ambrosia standing by, waiting for Scrap to come to the counter. “If you thought Mitty and Rolly were bad. Believe me you do not want Whisky in the party. He micromanages EVERYTHING. Haha.” Ambrosia let out a steady laugh, But Scrap remained shocked and a bit twitchy. “But enough of that. If your done having your shellshock moment. Come up here and cook with me.”

Scrap immediately jumped and backed away. “NO! ALRIGHT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!--”

Ambroise and the set magically popped behind him. Scrap yipped and fell on his behind. The goat lady sighed and walked over to the mutt. She crouched down and then extended her hand. “Look I come in peace, Author. I don’t mean any more harm. I was just having some fun”

“Harm?? THAT WAS ALL YOUR DOING!” Scrap barked back!

She laughed nervously, “Fun…Harm… call it what you will, but believe me… I just want to help out.” Scrap still looked hesitant, he looked ready to snap at her. So she sighed and then added, “Tell you what. I’ll make you a promise. Let’s bake one more cake, Just one… okay? No fooling around, No Calamity or random chaos. I’ll be with you this whole time. Maybe Hugh too. I really like him around. And definitely no Kitchen Gang, How does that sound? She said and offered her hand to Scrap. Of course to help him up, but to also seal the deal.

Scrap gulped, Still feeling hesitant, but suddenly his ears twitched. They turned to the side and Scrap looked over and noticed Sidor, in his dragon form sitting by. He smiled at the pup, and then nodded as if he was telling him it was okay. He turned back to Ambrosia. He reached out and grabbed her arm. Suddenly a magic residue appeared on their hand. Scrap quickly pulled it away.

“Relax, it's not for you. It’s meant for me.” She pulls her arm back and reveals that the magical residue was now imprinted on her palm. “This means, I’m binded by my word.” “And if you break it?” Scrap belatedly asked. “Well… I don't know. Maybe it’s like a shock collar and it will inflict pain on me or could rip me apart until I'm nothing but withered paper and banished to far regions of the journal.” She really put emphasis on that last part. The atmosphere got very dreary, even the stage added some very tense music too add some tension. But then suddenly she looked up at Scrap and smiled big time. “But that’s all speculation. Come on… Let’s start cooking.”

Both of them head back to the kitchen counter. As they take their position a set of bowls slide their way. “So Scrap- as you remember from the recipe. We got to preheat the oven. Which is already set.” The oven behind them light up. The oven door opened up slight. A small fire burst out, causing Scrap to jump back. The fire danced a little before returning back into the oven and shutting the door. Scrap looked at Ambrosia, a scowl grew on his face. He was about to say something, but then she cut him off. “The oven’s ready to bake isn’t it sweetie?”

Scrap sighed and replied, “Yeah you can say that.”

“You know… When I first started baking, a common mistake I always had was that I always forgot to preheat the oven or turn it on too high, thinking it would cook faster. I lost a lot of good batches due to my shortcomings. But after a lot of trial and error I finally got it down so it's now very natural to me.” She reached down into the cupboard and pulled out an old measuring cup. There were so many scratches and stains it was so hard to read the measurements. “Kind of like being the author you know?” The bag of flour slid down to her and she reached for her cup and scooped up one cup of flour.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied.

“What I’m saying is that being The Author is not an easy job. You’re going to find yourself in a loop that you can’t get out of.” She continued and threw in two more scoops of flour in your bowl. “But if you keep trying, you’ll be able to break it soon enough.” She waved her hands and two eggs came hopping out of the bowl, bounced her way and then hit themselves against her bowl, allowing the yolk to drop in. She was so sync in her movement, she was practically an assembly line worker. She smirked and stated, “Hope you’re following my movements.”

Scrap gazed at her and quickly put two and two together. He gasped, tossed the bowl up, and he tried to catch, but the bowl kept bowling off his finger tips. However, he managed to grab it before it hit the ground. Thinking carefully, he remembered that she added three scoops of flour and two eggs. Ambrosia demonstrates how to add the special ingredients, “Folks at home if your cooking this. Remember to slice open the swrumpapa berry with a very sharp knife. I would say use lease favorite sharp knife because…” Scrap tried to cut the fruit and ended up breaking the knife. “Its a very, very strong fruit. Believe me folks… Your knives won’t survive haha. Unless you do this.”

The goat lady smacked the fruit in two areas. Which loosened the skin and she was able to cut down the fruit with ease. Scrap watched how she did it. He followed through, however, when he smacked the berry with his knife, his whole body jiggled as if he smacked a hammer on a gong. Though he managed to get it open, scooping the contents were like scooping up cement. The first scooper actually broke on him the moment it touched the fruit.

Cutting up the lavlka mint and the calksooi dusk was easier than he thought. Ambrosia mentioned that you were supposed to throw some of the content into the mix, to give the cake a rather earthy smell. The rest you smoosh it down until it becomes like a creamy paste. She then place them aside for later.

He struggled again with the batter, but made a mess while doing it. In the end he was left as a cake-batter splatter pup. But at least he got the right context.

She laughed and decided to help him out more. “Lets try this.” He waved her arm and suddenly Scrap's right paw started moving on his own. It felt like his hand was being run like a puppet. Suddenly his paw opened up and a paper flew up rolled into a tight quill. He grabbed it and brought the quill straight into his journal. His paw wrote. “Give me the magical touch. Make it easy for me to cook.”

Just like that, the clock on the journal immediately began to click. The words seeped into the book and the journal began to illuminate that bluish glow. Scrap’s paw suddenly started to glow. He yipped and tried to shake off the glowness as if his paws were suddenly on fire. However after taking a second look at it. This glow looked very familiar with him. Yes, that’s right. It was the same magical aura he’d seen the first time he met Ambrosia. With a flick of his paw, the magical aura started to spread around the pans, bowls and ingredients. They floated by and circled around the mutt.

Suddenly the stage started playing some good temple melody. Ambrosia shook her hips as she twirled her whisk in her batter. “Come on, sonny. Have some fun with your cooking. Remember the first time you used this magic when you were cooking? Didn’t you have fun? I know I did. Haha.” Ambrosia stated. “Come on now! Wave your hands up in the air.~”

“WAVE IT LIKE YOU JUST DON'T CARE” The audience abruptly shouted. Causing the pair to stop unexpectedly, only for a second and then just laughing at it. The music started to pick up and soon Scrap found it hard to dance along with the beat. It started with a tapping of his foot and before he knew it. He was waving his arm around.

Eggs, cups of flours, streams of milk and pans and tins started swirling around Scrap. The eggs collided against each other. Cracking the shell just enough to split open. The yolk exaggeratedly dripped down, but the shells pulled them back up like a yo-yo and then flung them towards the bowl. The moment they hit the bowl, the eggshell withered away into paper. The milk trailed along the magical aura like a steady stream into the bowl. Mix itself along with the eggs until it becomes a yellowy creamy whirlpool. Scrap pointed to one of the cups of flour and then another one, both of which glowed with the same color aura emitting from his hands, then pointed to the bowl as if he was ordering them to dump their contents into the mixture.

They hopped over and dumped their contents into the bowl. The milky whirlpool gobbled up the flour. Soon turning the creamy content into a more thick batter. Ambrosia clapped for Scrap as he did a wonderful job making the cake batter. A spoon full of the batter flew towards her, and she ate. “Hmm… could use more vanilla.” She commented.

“Sure thing.” Scrap replied. He waved his paw out and a bottle of vanilla extract suddenly popped out. The bottle popped open and he then added three drops of vanilla into the mixture. After the batter mixed around for a bit, Ambrosia tried again and she gave him a big thumbs up. “Well folks I finally got the batter right.” The audience cheered and clapped. A band and trumpets were hollering to give Scrap a sense of well done. Even the Kitchen gang, who now were a part of the audience, were cheering Scrap on. They cheered, they whistled, even Rolly stated in a teary voice. “I taught him everything he knows.”

“So what’s next?” Ambrosia leaned next to Scrap as he read the next step. However before he could read the next step it suddenly peeled off the pages and floated up, right in front of them in a big, grand display. Scrap laughed nervously. As he was reading the words they started to glow and grow like a balloon. “Well as you all can see, the next step is to grease up the pans and put them into the oven. Then bake for about 40 mins… I think.” After finishing the last word. The words suddenly popped into confetti and then immediately wither away.

“After that comes the fun part! Decorations!” Ambrosia announced and the audience cheered. So she begins. Three cake pins magically flew to her. She waved her finger around and two butter bars magically popped out of the void and landed in the pan. Suddenly they got up and form into two dancing figures. They twirled and spinned, making sure to cover the whole pin in their butter substance. “Folks, you want to make sure you lather those pan in butter as if those butter bars are doing the tango.” It looked fun and easy so Scrap gave it a try. First he called the cake tins to come. However, it seemed like the cake tins were stubborn. He shook his finger a bit, but nothing came. After a few more times, even strangling his fingers, the cake tins came crashing onto his side of the counter. He pushed the clutter off the counter and managed to get his three cake tins. HE snapped his fingers, but it seemed only one butter bar appeared. He shrugged it off and placed the butter into the tins and proceeded to grease them up. Of course he found it hard to grease them when the butter kept slipping out of his hand.

Ambrosia got her bowl and equally poured the correct amounts into each pin. Finding his groove, Scrap waved his hand and poured them each into the pan. Suddenly all the pans grew legs and immediately began walk into the oven. The oven door opened. A wave of fire burst out as if it was the oven’s tongue. It scooped all the cake tins into its mouth like an animal voriously using its tongue to scoop it maw. The oven door closed and made a loud belchy fireball. Afterwards it just said, “CUSE ME!”

“And that's it folks. And we play the waiting game. But don’t worry folks when we shall return we'll have those cakes ready for decorating. So tune in. Well be right back after these messages but don’t forget what do say here??”

“CREATIVITY IS MAGIC!” The audience answered back The outro theme started to play, the lights began to flicker about. Just like before someone immediately shouted out. “AAAAANNNNDDD CUT!” Ambrosia and Scrap immediately let out a hefty sigh. “Alright folks let's prepare for the big finally.” Hugh shouted and the crew started taking apart the set. Even the oven wandered off and slouched back on his lounge chair, as if he was one of the actors. He huffed and rubbed his oven door as if it was his belly. Staff came to him and pampered him up. He commented, “I think I have heartburn again… Someone get me my tums…”

Hugh came up to the leading pair, offered them their favorite beverage which happened to be tea. Ambrosia usually liked her hot, rather Scrap liked his cold. “Thank you very much my dearie. I don’t know what I would do with you.” Ambrosia said to Hugh. The big rat man smiled and blush before taking his lead. Ambrosia took her sip, while Scrap drank a couple of gulps. As fun as it was messing around with the magic, it was sure tiresome. “Author…” The goat lady addressed Scrap. He looked too her and she said, “I wanted to apologize for before.”

Scrap raised his brow. “You mean torturing me around for I don’t know how many hours or probably giving me a concussion with all the stuff you dropped on me.--”

“Well there’s that.” She blurted, took another sip of her drink and set it aside. “I mean for our first meeting. I know my first impression wasn’t the best.” Scrap let out a deep sigh and slouch over the counter top. “Right… Turning my small basement home into a fine dining experience, making me the runner until i couldn’t no more. Almost taking hostage my best friend, not to mention half the town too in your pocket dimensional restaurant.” The list went on…Ambrosia sighed and lowered her head. She gazed down at her arm, the words embedded on body continued to glow and pulse. A deep reminder of her punishment for her corruption. “But you know… what was sad about that entry. I cooked some amazing meals. Stuff I didn’t know I could cook without that magic. And even when I was a runner carrying all that delicious food to the hungry townsfolk. Not once… I never got to try that food.”

“Really?” Ambrosia suddenly gasped. She thought for a minute then answered, “I’m sure I gave you a break. I’m not that heartless. What about when the page was over? I’m sure something was left behind. A dish maybe?”

“Nope! Just a bunch of dirty dishes. I didn’t know why they remained.” Scrap sighed and took a few more gulps of his drinks.

“You know you could have just written something and be done with them.” She answered back. “I would have done that.”

“Yeah, but knowing the journal. “It would have been a whole other mess I’ve would have to deal with. After that night…I didn’t want to step into my kitchen for a week. Even now I’m considering never watching a cooking show again.--”

She patted his head and ruffled up his bed ridden hair. “Hey! Don’t say that. You know what i saw today. A little bit of me inside of you. I saw you having fun out there. You can’t deny that fact. Sure, writing and creating magic with the journal can be fun. Was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had in my kitchen. But you know what was even more fun than messing around with that stupid book.”

“What?” Scrap replied.

“Teaching. There was one point of my life where I taught folks how to cook. It was quiet enjoyable. And watching you learn how to make this cake, really brightens my heart. I miss seeing the smiles on my pupils' faces when they see all their hard work and efforts come into fruition. I guess this is why this is my favorite page.”

“Okay folks… wrap it up, we are live in two minutes.” The stage crew announced. Immediately the stage crew came out of the dark void. Two went to Ambrosia, took her drink away and fixed her makeup. However, with Scrap they really tried to groom. They took a comb to him and tried to straighten out his hair, powdered his face, spray some cologne on him, pull out any unwanted hair looming around, all to Scrap’s dismay. “And we’re live… IN… 5…4…3…2…1…” The intro music play its charming melody. The stage lights turned on and circle the stage before setting on the pair. The oven quickly shuffles his back onto stage and plant himself in the usage spot before anyone could notice.

“Welcome back folks.” Ambrosia stated with a delightful cheery tone. “If you’re just turning in, we just put our cakes in the oven. At the moment they’re all toasting up. Lucky you folks, we already have some pre-made cake ready for you. Oh Hugh, could you be a dear and bring them out.” Like before Hugh came in, with rolling tray. He placed the bake cakes on the counter and then take his leave. “Oh Hugh, I don’t know what we would do without you. And so folk we had the final step. Decorations. This is where all the ingredients come together.”

Scrap sighed and collected his ingredients together. “About time…” He quietly mouthed.

“So folks… Remember the swrumpapa berries, though the hardest fruit to cut is well rewarded because it is actually the sweetest fruit you can ever have.” She eats a piece of it and her taste buds go wild. “Oh my god, folks if you haven’t tried it, its like a party in your mouth. Think of your favorite candy time ten.” Scrap grabs a piece of the fruit. His doggy instinct immediately kicks in. He sniffs it a couple of times and licks it one or twice. Just like Ambrosia, his taste bud immediately starts doing the tango. “There are three ways you can use this.--” She held up a filled piping bag. “You can grind and mix the berries in your favorite frosting or--” She sets it aside and picks up a lemon squeezer. “--…squeeze the juices onto the cake. Like so.--” She squeeze the fruit and the juice oozed out. She flicked it a couple of times and left the cake looking like a splattered art piece. -- And, finally my personal favorite, This is where you need the melted marshmallows. You want to blend all your berries, that includes the strawberries, blueberries and the swerumpapa berries together with the marshmallow. And you are left with this incredible creamy sensation. And then you just pour it on your cake. “You let the marshmallow do the coating for you.”

“And Voila! Out-of-this-World Cake, in three different styles. Oh I almost forgot.” She reached over and took out the beeswax combs. She put the beeswax comb on top of the cake like a decor centerpiece. “And now its done.” The crowd cheers and applauded for Ambrosia. “Now lets see how are favorite pup is doing. Oh Scrap---EH??”

She gasped as she saw Scrap’s cakes. Though he followed her instructions, her instructions. His cakes looked rather bizarre and eerie looking. One cake seemed to have the beeswax in between the cakes layers. Some of the combs stuck out like thorns and spikes. The ones one where he supposed to squeeze and splatter on the cake looked so wet and spongy, it was as if he took a hose and just sprayed it all over. And then there was the cake with the melted marshmallow. He covered the cake in the marshmallow cream, but he didn’t blend the berries well enough. So now it looks all lumpy and mushy. A Section of the cake wasn’t even covered.

“Uh… Nailed it!?” Scrap replied with nervousness in his tone. He gulped and felt his heart racing. The crowd let out an obvious gasp and then was dead silent. Even the Kitchen gang's mouths had dropped. They all waited for Ambrosia’s reaction and deem. Scrap gulped and thought to himself. Crud… she is going to reset again. I’m going to be stuck making this stupid cake until I get it right. Ambrosia sighed and then suddenly laughed. Scrap gulped and nervously laughed with her, eventually the audience joined in and cheered for the two. “Scrap… my dear pup. You could serve me something that looks like a shoe that was disregarded off of a highway. All that matters is… how it tastes!” She suddenly grinned a devilish grin and pulled out a big kitchen knife right in front of Scrap. He yipped and tripped back.

She cut a piece of his three cakes and took a bite off of each of them. Everyone waited on baited breathe as she give her final judgment. “Scrap… my dear pup…” Scrap gulped and nearly coughed out the chunk of air he tried to swallow. “ITS SO DELICIOUS!” Just then trumpets and drums started to play. Confetti shout out from the void and scattered all over the stage. “What?” Scrap said as he couldn’t believe it himself. He grabbed a piece of his cake and took a bite off of it and was in utter shock too. It was so good.

The oven timer clicked and ranged. It opened it drawer, and suddenly a bunch of cakes started hopping out. Loads to be precise. All of them already prepared the way he designed. Even some that looked oddly weird. All the cakes marched on and then hopped into a box and stored themselves on the stage. Ambrosia picked up Scrap and then hugged him dearly. “YOU DID IT, MY BOY!” She congratulated him. Even the audience cheered his name. Rather instead calling him by his name. They just called him “AUTHOR! AUTHOR! AUTHOR!”

“Well folks thank you very much for joining us today. Thats all the time we have. Feel free to take a box for yourselves. Until next time. This has been your favorite Chef, Ambrosia. I want to thank you all for joining us here on, THE AUTHOR’S MAGICAL COOKING. And I want to thank our very special guest, the current Author. Scrap-Papi-Roni!”

Scrap shouted back, “THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Ambrosia then pointed at the viewers, “Here at TAMC, we want to wish you all a goodnight. And don’t forget. What do we say here folks? CREATIVITY IS MAGIC!” Suddenly the audience went dead quiet. There was no stage crew shouting “Cut.” as if the audience themselves just disappeared. Scrap glanced around and said, “What’s going on?!”

“It’s the end of the show. What else do you think it is?” Ambrosia's tone suddenly changed as if someone flipped her switch. “You’ve completed the page. And now were finished.” Every stage suddenly was shutting off. One by one. Until it was just the one that the pair were under. “And Author…” she pointed at him. “Get out off my page.” She flicked his nose, however it felt like Scrap was hit by a cannon. Suddenly he was thrust back. It felt like she sent him flying through ten different walls. The last one felt like Scrap had smashed through glass.

He suddenly collided against his couch. It had flipped over and found himself under it. As he pushes the couch off of him, he coughed and collected himself. He saw glass shards of reality floating in midair as if he had jumped through a window. There was huge hole floating in his living that led to an empty void. It was a strange sight, but short lived. The glass shards flew back and refix itself. “Ugh… What was that for? You could not have made a door for me to walk through?” he said.

He grabbed the journal and used it to fix the crash he made. His couch went back to the way it was set and then he flopped down on it. He smooshed his face against one of his throw pillows. “Ugh… my hands are so achy…” The journal’s clock continued to tick, telling him the entry was still activated. “Can’t.. You just ended already? Start the reset.” But as he mumbled into his pillow. However suddenly his phone started to buzz. He checked it and saw it was Barnes giving him a call. He answered it.

“Hey Barnes… I’m not really in the mood--”

“DUDE!” Barnes screamed into the phone, causing Scrap to jump and fall off his couch. “WHERE ARE YOU MAN?? DUDE YOUR OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD CAKES ARE SELLING LIKE… WELL HOTCAKES! HAHA! People are asking for more. And well… I WANT SOME MORE TOO! When are you bringing in your next batch? Hurry! People are getting antsy.” Scrap picked himself up and couldn’t believe what Barnes had said. Out-of-this-world cakes? Wait…what…how? As Scrap tried to collect himself, but something caught his eyes. In his kitchen there were stockpiles of boxes, labeled “Out-of-this-world Cakes.” And on the side of the box, was a logo. It read “TAMC” A little picture of a goat chef on the side. Where did those come from?” His eyes wandered to the side and he noticed his bedroom was also stockpiled with boxes, heck even some parts of the den had boxes from TAMC. Some just popped out of nowhere.”

“Scrappy… you there bud?” Barnes replied. Scrap gasped and then brought the phone back to his ear.

“Um… yeah… Barnes… Do you think you can bring your truck around? I’m going to need some help… Maybe call Rial and Arlo too.”


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