Cloudy with a Chance of Seacrest

night of the living bread

"Howdy, pardner!" A man with a fake mustache greeted me on the sidewalk. "We're selling bread today!"

It was odd. He said we, but he was the only one at the bread stand.

"Okay... I'll take some raisin bread," I said.

"Great!!!" The man with the mustache screamed. He gave me the raisin bread and told me I didn't have to pay for it, even though he had said he was selling it.

I took a piece of the bread and put it in my mouth. I had to admit, it tasted pretty good. "Thank you," I said, before turning around and walking down the sidewalk.

"No, thank you." The man had said this quietly behind my back. Soon after, I began feeling dizzy. My vision went black and I woke up in a large room that felt like a sponge.

A giant raisin was in front of me. That was when I realized, I was somewhere with the raisin bread.

"¡Hola! ¿Como está? ¿Quiere un pan?" The mustached man's muffled voice asked. I couldn't escape the bread. He was speaking to another customer, and it dawned on me. I was the bread.