Tennis Racket Ghost Says "YOU GOT SERVED"
Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Bakery. I am your host, your ghost host.
Hey, ghosts of tennis rackets make awesome servers.
Ahem.
Our tour begins here, in this grocery, where you see pictures of some of our residents in their corruptible, mortal display cases.
Pilgrim ogres...
Zitty zombies...
... and beatniks.
Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis.
Is Frank's nose actually shrinking?
Or is it just cold in here, hmm?
And consider this dismaying observation:
This is a cupcake cake.
Patooie!
Also it's supposed to be a BAT.
::bloodcurdling scream::
I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. After all we have 999 happy bakers here — but there’s room for 1,000. So please...
Hairy baaa-aaack.
Thanks to Jodee R., Marianne S., Janet R., Lauren M., M. D., Jeannie W., Lauren E., Rae L., & Anony M. for having our backs. Or at least this guy's.
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P.S. Here's something for your own mansion with hot and cold running chills:
