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One day, as Queenie is about the leave the kitchen with the snacks after she finished baking her “world-famous” biscuit honey bakes, a familiar voice stops her.
“Hey Queenie? You’ve been chosen for today’s factory clean-up. Dexter seems REALLY worried lately, so for the time being, clean-up will be daily.” Of course, it was the innocent, clueless Dolly, unaware of the factory’s current situation.
“Well good thing I just finished baking.” Queenie sighed. “Oh, and please, deliver these Biscuit Honey Bakes to the rest of the plushies. I’ve labeled the baskets with their names, the bigger, nameless basket is for you and Dexter.” Queenie Continued. “Anyway, away I go. Make sure to praise my baking later, Kay?”
And with that, Queenie rushed to the train. She saw her friends, though she preferred to call them her devoted subjects, Buddy and Cinnabun chatting in the train. Thim was patching up Spinnette after an acrobatic incident, and there was jinx, and another jinx, and another one. She found it quite odd how everyone had sentient copies of them, who’d mainly just awaken when it was time for Factory Clean-up.
After fifteen zones of pain, she got back. Then, she noticed, EVERY basket of biscuit honey bakes was missing? Who could’ve done that? It couldn’t have been a copy of a plushie, no, they have their own resting areas. It couldn’t have been anyone with her. So then who was it, she pondered? She decided it would be a mystery for an other, rage filled day, but just then-
THUD-
Buddy slammed the door and declared
“QUEENIE! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME SOMEONE HAS STOLEN THE HONEY BAKES. WE EMBARK AT MORNING.”
Queenie, amused by the rage coming from such a small thing laughed. And then Buddy said something that convinced her.
“AND- they stole your’s and Dexter’s honey bakes!”
Finally, she spoke.
“We embark at morning indeed. 6 AM, Sharp. Bring Cinnabun.”
But who could’ve stolen the biscuits? Who dares?