The Emotionally Unstable Baguette

Chapter Three: Shopping Trip

A little while later, Bagel finally got up the courage to cross the street. And by a little while later, I mean 2 hours.

He wasn't going to find toast anytime soon if he went on like this. So, he decided to cross the street.

Bagel wentz to the crosswalk. He pushed the button. It made beeping noise and he almost cried. The cars soon stopped, and he hopped across the street as quickly as he could. Bagel was surprised at the fact that he managed to not get killed.

After a few seconds of hyperventilating, he decided he needed to dress up for Toast. Meeting your future lover naked was not the way to go about things. Unless you're a prostitute.

He went into a store called "Store", and found a black coat. It was probably for a doll. It was pretty tight on him, but you know what they say. Better be black, better be tight, better be just my size. Except the trench coat was slightly too long, and he tripped sometimes. As in, about every five minutes.

As Bagel slowly made his way across the street again, he heard cars honking. Because, I mean, he was walking really slowly so that he didn't trip and die. He quickly hurried across the street, miraculously not tripping and dying. He laid down on the sidewalk and cried.

Bagel suddenly heard the sweet sound of the screaming men from Mexico and it filled him with a determination to find Toast and have babies.

He stood up and started walking down the street, managing actually walk and trip all the way there. As he was walking, he saw a sign for a place called "The Carb Club". Bagel was intrigued, and followed the sign.

As he was walking down the deserted alleyway, he quickly realized he may not fit in as well as he hoped. He finally reached the door to The Carb Club, and almost ran away as he looked at the sign that said "only five days and older". Whether it's luck or misfortune, Bagel happened to be six days old. So, he knocked on the door.

There was a sliding sound and a small slat in the door was removed. Another type of bread looked at Bagel and sighed, opening the door.

"Welcome to The Carb Club," he said as Bagel stepped inside and was immediately hit by the smell of milk, which happened to be a chemical that was deadly if consumed in alarming amounts at alarming speeds.

Yes, welcome indeed. Bagel thought. Welcome to the BLACK PARADE..

Bagel was confused, and didn't know where that came from.

Ah, the joys of mental instability.