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"Sticks took a look at the now readied chocolate cake batter. She looked at the box. It was Baker’s Best brand.

    “Wow….this stuff is expensive compared to the rest. Em’s really goin’ all out.” She said aloud as she looked at the electric mixer. The metal mixers shined with the sunlight, catching Sticks’ attention.

    “Shiny!” She squeaked, and she held the mixer in her hands, accidentally turning it on. Then, the mixers caught one of her ponytails, pulling hard. She yelled in pain, and she tried pulling it out, losing her footing. She ran into the fridge, getting my spaghetti sauce to fall out and break from the glass jar, as well as all my alfredo sauce to spill. She then bumped into the counter, spilling all my cake batter.

    I heard the crashing noises. “Sticks?!” I came out of the bathroom as I finished washing my hands. When I came out, I saw Sticks on the floor, getting the mixers out, but they were covered in hair. Cake mix, alfredo sauce, and red sauce were all over the place.

    “UGH! Seriously?!”

    “Sorry, Em! I got attracted to the shinies! It’s a blessing and a curse!” She cried out dramatically.

    I facepalmed. “If only I never forgot Tails’ birthday, I wouldn’t be in this mess….Alright, Sticks. You can get yourself cleaned up.”

    “I’ll do it at my place….sorry.” She stood up and put the mixers in my sink.

    I then walked to her and then head slapped her on the back of the head. Just like Gibbs from NCIS.

    “Ow! What was that for?!” Sticks yelped.

    “Wasting my money and good cake mix. Now you owe me.” I took my apron off.

    “I’ll be off now.” Sticks then ran off in a cartoony manner.

    I then really realized the mess made all over my kitchen floor. “I just had this mopped yesterday!”

    I soon found myself mopping the floor manually as I was on the phone.

    “Yeah, I would like to order a chocolate cake within the next 2 hours.” Replies. “Just yellow icing, with blue lettering saying ‘Happy Birthday Tails.’” Replies. “That’ll be it. I’ll pay at the door.” Replies. “Why I’m not making one myself? I just had a huge mishap, and let’s just say a buddy owes me now.” Replies. “Thank you for understanding. Have a good day.” I then hung up, mopping still. “Oh boy….”

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"Sticks took a look at the now readied chocolate cake batter. She looked at the box. It was Baker’s Best brand.

    “Wow….this stuff is expensive compared to the rest. Em’s really goin’ all out.” She said aloud as she looked at the electric mixer. The metal mixers shined with the sunlight, catching Sticks’ attention.

    “Shiny!” She squeaked, and she held the mixer in her hands, accidentally turning it on. Then, the mixers caught one of her ponytails, pulling hard. She yelled in pain, and she tried pulling it out, losing her footing. She ran into the fridge, getting my spaghetti sauce to fall out and break from the glass jar, as well as all my alfredo sauce to spill. She then bumped into the counter, spilling all my cake batter.

    I heard the crashing noises. “Sticks?!” I came out of the bathroom as I finished washing my hands. When I came out, I saw Sticks on the floor, getting the mixers out, but they were covered in hair. Cake mix, alfredo sauce, and red sauce were all over the place.

    “UGH! Seriously?!”

    “Sorry, Em! I got attracted to the shinies! It’s a blessing and a curse!” She cried out dramatically.

    I facepalmed. “If only I never forgot Tails’ birthday, I wouldn’t be in this mess….Alright, Sticks. You can get yourself cleaned up.”

    “I’ll do it at my place….sorry.” She stood up and put the mixers in my sink.

    I then walked to her and then head slapped her on the back of the head. Just like Gibbs from NCIS.

    “Ow! What was that for?!” Sticks yelped.

    “Wasting my money and good cake mix. Now you owe me.” I took my apron off.

    “I’ll be off now.” Sticks then ran off in a cartoony manner.

    I then really realized the mess made all over my kitchen floor. “I just had this mopped yesterday!”

    I soon found myself mopping the floor manually as I was on the phone.

    “Yeah, I would like to order a chocolate cake within the next 2 hours.” Replies. “Just yellow icing, with blue lettering saying ‘Happy Birthday Tails.’” Replies. “That’ll be it. I’ll pay at the door.” Replies. “Why I’m not making one myself? I just had a huge mishap, and let’s just say a buddy owes me now.” Replies. “Thank you for understanding. Have a good day.” I then hung up, mopping still. “Oh boy….”