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Taking the cake

The pastry chef looked around the back room.

Strange. He could have sworn he'd heard something. But nobody was there.

He walked across the room and checked the door to the alley. It was locked from the inside. Nobody could have escaped that way. The room was definitely empty.

He shrugged. Probably just the wind. Nothing to worry about.

He was about to leave the storeroom when he heard a voice call to him from inside the shop.

"Hey, can you bring out the cake?"

"Which cake?"

"What do you mean, which cake? The big pink cake. The one on the trolley."

"Oh, that cake." The pastry chef grabbed the handle of the trolley and began to wheel the cake towards the door. "How long did this thing take to make? It looks huge."

"It's hollow, dude. Just icing on cardboard. It's one of those gimmick cakes a stripper jumps out of. You press a button and the whole thing pops open so everyone can see the girl inside."

"Cool. Who's it for?"

"This lady right here," said the second pastry chef, gesturing to Rosa, as the first chef wheeled the cake into the shop. "Something about a special Halloween surprise. Hope your friend enjoys it."

"I bet she will," said Rosa, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. "I bet she'll be real surprised."

"Uh," said the second pastry chef. "Well, okay, then. Happy Halloween!"