The living bread screeches like a rusty duck call and hops into a pile of discarded stale baguettes. Seconds later, the baguettes rise up, their crusts cracking open to reveal glowing green eyes.
BREADWINNERS, AWAY!
The factory is dark, creepy, and covered in spiderwebs made of stale spaghetti. A single, flickering neon sign reads: “YE OLDE YEAST – TOTALLY NOT CURSED.” Breadwinners Night Of The Living Bread Transcript
Night of the Living Bread
MY GLOOP! IT’S EVERYWHERE!
The sun rises. The town is covered in toast crumbs. Jenny Quackles is on TV, covered in jam.
Whoa. Is that the “super-duper-ultra-mega-no-refunds” emergency alert? The living bread screeches like a rusty duck
GAH! TOO... MUCH... DAIRY... It freezes solid.
Ooh! Pass the butter of victory!