Sorry for the foooont
Also Dnyacats you're in here
" EHE WHY ARE WE GOING SO FAST?!" Maple screeched as Mia made a sharp left turn.
"BECAUSE."
" THAT IS NOT AN ANSWER!"
" YES IT IS!"
" JUST TELL ME WHAT'S THE MATTER!"
" WE'RE LAAATE!"
" FOR WHAAAAAT?!"
" TAKING THE CAKE OUT OF THE OVEN!"
Maple blinked. " Wait. There's a CAKE in the oven?!"
" Unsupervised?!"
Mia slammed her foot harder on the gas, eyes wild and hands gripping the wheel like her life—and the cake's—depended on it.
"YES, MAPLE, THERE IS A CAKE. IN. THE. OVEN." she shouted over the blaring wind from the open window.
Maple clutched the dashboard with both hands, practically hugging it. "AND YOU JUST LEFT IT?!"
"I *thought* I'd be gone five minutes!" Mia barked as she swerved past a confused delivery van. "But then we ran into that old man who wanted to tell us about his pet raccoon for FORTY MINUTES!"
"YOU TALKED TO HIM TOO!" Maple screamed.
"I WAS BEING POLITE!"
"POLITE?! YOU'RE DRIVING LIKE WE STOLE A HELICOPTER!"
Mia took another sharp turn, the tires screeching. "Technically, if we don't make it, the entire place could catch fire. So who's the real criminal here?"
Maple's eyes bugged out. "MIA, YOU LEFT THE OVEN ON?!"
Mia's silence was very, very loud.
Maple let out a scream so shrill it startled a flock of pigeons two blocks away. "I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN! I TOLD YOU! CAKE FIRST, THEN RACOON MAN!"
"OKAY BUT HE HAD PICTURES, MAPLE! AND THE RACCOON WAS WEARING SUNGLASSES!"
Maple looked at her with wide, betrayed eyes. "You mean to tell me... we are risking our lives... because you got distracted by a raccoon in accessories?"
Mia didn't answer.
Instead, she floored it.
"I'M NEVER BAKING WITH YOU AGAIN!" Maple cried.
"GOOD!" Mia yelled. "MORE CAKE FOR ME!"
