diary of a wimpy pig: the affair

mummy pig's findings

he crisp, autumn air carried the scent of woodsmoke and fallen leaves as Mummy Pig shuffled through the overflowing junk drawer in the kitchen. Amongst the tangled rubber bands, half-used crayons, and rogue Lego bricks, she found it – a crumpled scrap of paper with a phone number scribbled on it.

'C4n3y,' it read, followed by a series of digits.

Mummy Pig frowned. Daddy Pig had been acting strangely lately. Late nights at the office, secretive phone calls, and a sudden obsession with shiny, rainbow-coloured sweets. She'd tried to be discreet, but the little piglets, with their insatiable curiosity, had overheard snippets of conversations about 'King Candy' and 'Sugar Rush.' Now, this mysterious phone number.

Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Could it be? Was Daddy Pig involved with someone else? Someone named King Candy?

The thought was a bitter pill to swallow. They had been together for so long, through thick and thin, mud puddles and muddy boots. She'd always trusted him, believed in their love.

Mummy Pig felt a surge of anger, a prickling of tears, and a desperate need for answers. She decided to call. Her fingers trembled as she punched in the numbers. It rang, a jarring, bright tune that seemed to mock her anxiety.

A voice answered, sugary sweet and impossibly cheerful. 'Hello, you've reached King Candy! How can I make your day a little sweeter?'

Mummy Pig's voice came out a shaky whisper. 'Is this...King Candy? Is this Daddy Pig's...co-worker?'

There was a pause, a flicker of something akin to surprise in the voice. 'Yes, this is King Candy. And yes, I work with...Mr. Pig. Is everything alright?'

Taking a deep breath, Mummy Pig decided to play it cool. 'Oh, yes, everything's fine. I just...needed to confirm something. I'm Mummy Pig, by the way.'

'Mummy Pig! It's a pleasure to speak with you. Mr. Pig has spoken very highly of you. He's a lucky pig, indeed!' King Candy's voice was laced with a cloying sweetness that made Mummy Pig's fur stand on end.

She continued, trying to sound casual. 'He does mention you quite a lot. He seems to enjoy your company.'

'Oh, we have a lot of fun at the office,' King Candy replied, his voice a little too enthusiastic. 'We often brainstorm new ideas for...sweet treats. It's quite the sugary adventure, you know.'

Mummy Pig's instincts screamed at her. This wasn't just a work friendship. There was something else going on. Something she needed to figure out.

'Well, thank you for your time, King Candy,' she said, her voice regaining some of its usual firmness. 'It's nice to finally put a face to the name. Have a sweet day.'

She hung up, her mind racing. The sweet, sugary facade of King Candy, the secretive calls, the late nights. It was all adding up. She needed to talk to Daddy Pig. She needed to know the truth.

This was far from over. The sweetness had turned sour, and Mummy Pig was ready to face the storm, ready to protect her family, even if it meant facing a sugar rush of her own so when she went to king candies palace and found them kissing and it wasn't just lip kissing it was......... french kissing

also since i ran out of ideas here is the final chapter