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~Cream Bun Collage~CHAPTER ONE!~
Another year, another December at Gardenview! A truly most festive time of year for all toons, desperately needed in the many depressing years after the buildings closure. Along with the snow that filters its way in through the vents and the festive lights strung across the hallways, there come the undeniable stars of the show, the Christmas Toons! Despite them only coming round once a year, they know how to liven up the drab halls into a fun festive outing sure to spark joy in all! Regardless, the other Toons, fittingly so, decide to host an annual welcoming party to celebrate their much appreciated arrival back, accompanied by the other endeavours going on around this time...
November 29th 202X
"Thanks again for the help you both, I truly do appreciate it"
"No worries G! me and Sprout are always happy to help now isn't that right?" Cosmo remarked, his light frosting squirming around in delight.
"Yep... veryyy happy indeed" the other conceded in a tone akin to grief.
"Well in that case I'll be seeing you both around tomorrow, considering how awfully long its taken to get everything up here"
Tilting his oblong head to the side in curiosity, Cosmo could not help but ask:
"what do you keep in those boxes anyways? your burnt biscuits? XD"
Cosmos intrigue, in all its sheer audacity, prompted Ginger to step forward in challenge to put her baby cousin back to his place.
"Well if you REALLY must know I think your dearest ~Christmas~ ornament should know considering she's the one who did all the packing!"
Ginger smirked in triumph, as her cousin and his partner in crime both walked away, dejected at their failed introspection into Gingers business.
*sigh* "I'll see you tomorrow then Ginger, goodnight!"
"Yeah... rest easy okay?"
"You should speak for yourself Sprout! You look tired honestly I don't understand how---..."
As their voices trailed off Ginger turned back to the mountain of boxes around Cosmos room, lamenting on the obscene time it would take to unpack everything. "Hmm I should really repay their kindness, the party is in 2 days after all..."
After the hundreds of items and odd articles of clothing, she decided it was about time to sign off and get to her bed. It was a mattress on the floor simply labelled 'Gingers Bed' on a sticky note in orange sharpie. After ripping the note off and getting soundly in bed, a though had decided to pop into her head. "I should ask them to bake, after all I think I've gotten past burning every other batch of pastries right?" And so our beloved biscuit with her newfound plan in place, fell into a dreamy sleep, ecstatic at the prospects of the coming month.