Grabs the toast. Deuce... we’re Breadwinners. We deliver bread. We don’t fight it. Pause. Unless it tries to eat us first.
Night of the Living Bread
Coughing. I feel... fizzy!
The Duck Truck skids into town. Everywhere they look, bread is coming to life. Sliced white bread crawls like slugs. Hot dog buns snap like jaws. A giant sourdough round rolls over T-Midi’s sno-cone stand. Breadwinners Night Of The Living Bread Transcript
The green gas hits the glowing bread. The bread twitches. Then it grows a tiny, moldy arm and waves. Grabs the toast
Ooooh, my beak-bone! What’s the haps, maps? moldy arm and waves. Ooooh
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