A Failed Cure For Jealousy pt2

That night, the bakery was closed. Lights were turned off. Cakes were happily sleeping on their trays…. except the Moose Piss Mooncake. It frowned. It sulked. The outside street light shone down on it mildly. It couldn’t sleep at all, thinking of how unfair life is. The agony.

Suddenly a glimpse of green flash speeded up across their tray. The little mooncake turned. No one was there. The mooncake gazed back at the window, trying to sleep like the other mooncakes.
“‘Aw man, life’s so unfair, I wanna be popular!’ Oh BOO HOO, SUCK IT UP already!!” a voice boomed from behind, sarcastically. Moose Piss Mooncake turned around this time.
The Envy Cake.
“Envy Cake? What are you doing in my tray? You’re not even Chinese!” the mooncake pointed out.
“Look, I’ve been watching your tray & listening to all your oriental yaps and blahs from the other side of the bakery. As much as I don’t wanna do this, your jealousy pains me so I’m willing to help you anyway,” replied Envy Cake. Looks like Moose Piss Mooncake had found itself a new friend.

“You know the quote ‘Jealousy Is The Best Policy’?” asked the Envy cake. The Moose Piss Mooncake nodded.
“And the quote ‘Immitation is the sincerest form of flattery’?” asked the Envy Cake again. Its Chinese counterpart nodded again.
“Well put’em together and you’ll get ‘Cure Jealousy with Immitation!’ That’s how I solve my issues and not rat around like Wrath Cake,” the little green piece of cake explained and mentioned its annoying red sibling. This moved the Moose Piss Mooncake’s heart. “I guess you’re right,” it said. “But what cn I do to be as good as Zombie Egg Mooncake? What does it have that I don’t? WHAAAT?!” and tried smashing its tray by jumping.
“Oh boy, anger fits,” joked the Envy Cake. “Gee, I dunno, probably… its ZOMBIE EGG?!”
“So… I need a zombie egg…” murmured Moose Piss Mooncake. “But where can I get a zombie egg? I mean theyre rare, and the Zombie Egg Mooncake’s MADE with zombie egg paste and THAT’s how it gets its name!” “Well I DO know where to get zombie eggs but…” started Envy Cake, slowly luring the mooncake towards its evil plan.

The Moose Piss Mooncake started heeding the Envy Cake’s plan carefully.
“Ok, so just across this bakery, there’s this restaurant & it serves weird stuff you don’t even wanna know. I heard one of them is… well… Zombie Chicken Cordon Bleu. And eggs comes from chickens, right?” Envy Cake started. “Ok, tomorrow midnight we sneak outta here and carefully steal one of Zombie Chicken’s eggs and booya, you’re special. 12 o’clock sharp or I’ll eat you alive, got it?”
Moose Piss Mooncake nervously nodded. Truthfully it had never snucked out before and Envy Cake’s plan scared it good. But seeing how desperate the situation was for the loser, it motivates its tiny little willpower. So the sneak-out plan was decided.