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Date Posted: 05:10:47 05/05/03 Mon
As the Muffin Mafia writhed in horror, the Marauders seriously regretted ever pitting themselves against their alter-egos, and the Shrub plotted a world-conquest, Martha got out cookie ingrediants.
Maddi elbowed Chels and whispered something. The Fufu went prarie dog and stuck her head in the middle of them, whispering along. Chrissy also joined in their plotting.
Moments later, the Mafia went missing. The Marauders, who were too horrified at the simplistic baking instructions, didn't notice their disapearence.
Just as Martha was begenning to mix the ingrediants (that she had grown herself), Maddi Fufu Chels and Chrissy walked onto the kitchen set, clad in cooking aprons, kackis, and pastel t-shirts.
"We'll take it from here, ma'am." Chels said.
Tara ran in behind them, still in jeans. "Don't add the chocolate chips!" she cried, just as Martha poured them in.
"The bishop!" Maddi and Chels choroused.
"We wuz, too late." Tara said, mouth disfiguring itself of its own accord. "The informant kicked the bucket."
Martha exploded at total random. Beneath the cheery smile was none other than...
"Mother!" James exclaimed, jumping up in the audiance. "I thought you were dead!"
"Well, that's what I told you. I didn't want to bother you or your father with my life-long dream to hoast my own sit-com about home living, so I faked my own death. I must admit, it worked quite well..."
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