A Failed Cure For Jealosuy pt5

Later that night, Moose Piss Mooncake & Envy Cake tried on the same prank on the Zombie Chicken Cordon Bleu again.
“This time, we’re gonna heat things up. Carefully we’re gonna put hot towel over Zombie Chicken here and see if it can pop eggs outta that hole.,” Envy Cake ordered. Carefully this time, Moose Piss Mooncake followed its instructions. The hot towel was just right. THEY DID IT.
“RUUUUN!!!” yelled the Envy Cake. Both cakes jumped out the display table and hid somewhere. YES THEY WOKE THE ZOMBIE CHICKEN CORDON BLEU. AGAIN. And now it’s rampaging ballistic everywhere, waking the other display foods up.
“Well well well, whatever happened to ‘Don’t Wake The Chicken Up’?!” sneered Moose Piss Mooncake. Envy Cake blushed. “I guess I panicked too soon,” it said, “and… how much I want you to succeed this mission. But I guess that’s just me. Hey, I’m the Envy Cake.”
“Yeah, but why didja scold ME when I woke Zombie Chicken up?” Moose Piss Mooncake complained. “That ain’t FAIR!”
“Who cares, at least we did my plan right this time, right?” laughed Envy Cake. Moose Piss Mooncake made a face.

Both of them ran the hot towel over the Zombie Chicken Cordon Bleu, set it back to sleep and got the hell out of the restaurant and were in a gang alley on their way to the bakery, panting.
“Okay, on the count of three, EAT this shit,” ordered the Envy Cake. Both of them took deep breaths and gazed at the not-so-shiny gross zombie egg they just stole. “Can’t wait to!” chirped the Moose Piss Mooncake, ready to eat it… but stopped suddenly. “WAIT!” it said. “Like… tell me again what’s gonna happen if we eat the zombie egg?”
“You won’t just be Moose Piss. You’ll be ZOMBIE EGG MOOSE PISS. Now that’s something new.” Explained the Envy Cake, “or maybe something even better. Me? I’ll overpower Pride Cake & soon we’ll take over the whole bakery, maybe take over the world if you know what I mean.”
“Too cliché, but good point,” replied Moose Piss Mooncake, and soon both of them stated eating the zombie egg like crazy.
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That night. The bakery was invaded. That night, there was something unexpected. And that morning, that morning was a dull, dark morning, and all the cakes on the trays, one by one… slowly… without warning… GOT EATEN.

No, not exactly eaten (well, weak ones do), they only got bitten and turned into zombies. That’s right, ZOMBIES. All thanks to the Envy Cake and the Moose Piss Mooncake for being so overaddicted to their desire of outfaming the Zombie Egg Mooncake. They stole a zombie egg from the Zombie Chicken Cordon Bleu, ate it and turned into freakishly not-so-undead zombie cakes. Zombie cakes that eat other cakes and turn them into other zombie cakes. Honestly, the thought of them being zombies had never crossed their minds, but instead, images of being the next special cakes with others worshipping them had always been raping their thoughts. Sinful pride. Revenge wasn’t always easy.

“EVERYONE!!” yelled zombie Moose Piss Mooncake, roaring, with the zombie cake army heeding. ‘Tonight we’ll take over that goddamn Zombie Egg Mooncake and that lousy Pride Cake friend of its…” “…and tomorrow, THE WORLD!!!” added zombie Envy Cake, booming. The other zombie cakes moaned & roared with bloodthirst (or should I say paste-thirst?)
“Dude, I think you’ve gone too far, I mean, the WORLD?” Moose Piss Mooncake complained.
“Whatever. I LIKE this part!” cut Envy Cake. I guess even as zombies they still can joke. “You want revenge? Well, WE’LL BRING REVENGE!” it roared. As the two lead the zombie cake army towards the Zombie Egg Mooncake, which was with Pride Cake at Pride Cake’s tray, the victims were still having fun, unaware of the riot as their tray was on the topmost shelf.