Franken-cake

It was a dark and stormy afternoon...
It was a dark and stormy afternoon...
Having promised a German Chocolate Cake to her husband...
Having promised a German Chocolate Cake to her husband...
...the Good Wife began to bake.
...the Good Wife began to bake.
Nobody's perfect, and neither is the good wife, who foolishly seperated her eggs several feet from the bowl.
Nobody's perfect, and neither is the good wife, who foolishly seperated her eggs several feet from the bowl.
All was fine, though, as her assistant ran to get a towel.
All was fine, though, as her assistant ran to get a towel.
"Let's be smart," she said, "and crack the eggs over the measuring cup."
"Let's be smart," she said, "and crack the eggs over the measuring cup."
Back on track, the good wife combined the flour with the chocolatey batter.
Back on track, the good wife combined the flour with the chocolatey batter. Into the oven it went.

An hour or so later….

Mmmmm....
Mmmmm....
"What have I done?" She cried.  "I've created a MONSTER!"
"What have I done?" She cried. "I've created a MONSTER!"

THE END.

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