When the timer rang, Clarissa opened the oven and pulled out her tray. The pies were golden brown, their edges crisp, the filling bubbling just slightly โ a perfect final result. She let out a small, satisfied sigh.
room, warm and nostalgic. Their mother passed by, glancing at Clarissaโs tray. โRaisin pies?โ she said, smiling as she caught the delicious aroma. Clarissa, with a face full of pride, answered, โFamily specialty!โ
While pouring the cake batter into the molten cake pan, Ryle felt his walls of concentration crumbling down as panic creeped up.. It wasn't helping that he almost fainted because of his OWN LETHAL FART.
"Maybe I've enraged Shrek's spirit fr.. Ah gomen Shrek-oomf chan.."