Fair Play (To Be Edited)

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Having asked the council for permission for the bake sale (thingy??), and them having agreed, meant that everything was set in motion. Cakes were baked, stored in Tupperware in a room above the town hall. Tables were folded and stacked with the cakes. The weekend of the bake sale was finally here and anticipation was building in the village. It was sweet but annoying how regularly people checked in on Tammy's progress with it. Everything was ready.

Except it wasn't. You see, on the day of the bake sale, when Tammy was dropping off the last of the Victoria Sponge cakes, she stopped in her tracks as her heart tried to decide between beating too fast and not beating, the tables were perfectly fine, as we're the posters and advertisements, but the cakes, cookies and biscuits were where the problem lay. Tammy's, and her mother's, hard work over the last few days, baking and mixing, measuring and weighing, was completely destroyed. Cakes and biscuits and brownies lay smashed in their boxes or splattered across the walls. Tammy couldn't stop the tears from slipping down her face. It was all gone, except the Victoria Sponge cakes she was carrying.

Her mother pulled her into a hug as she took in the sight before her. She was just as shocked and appalled as Tammy had been. "I'm sorry, Tam, I know you worked so hard for this and how much this fair-trade business has affected (effected?) you recently."
"It's okay mum, it wasn't your fault. Thank you for your help, even if it's all gone now." Tammy sniffed. "I just don't know who would do this."
"I don't know either, hun." There was a moment of silence between them. "How long is it before the bake sale?"
"It's this afternoon, so about 4 hours why?"
"I, your genius mother, have a wonderful plan."

Darcie, the unofficial town baker, was watching television when the doorbell sounded. She pulled the door open to find her friend and colleague, Bethany stood on her doorstep. "Darcie, I need your help. Some fork-handle has destroyed all of Tammy's cakes and stuff for her fair-trade bake sale." What an odd way the swear, the baker thought as she pulled the door open to allow the slightly manic woman into her hallway.
"When is the bake sale? Do you have time to make more?"
"No, it's this afternoon, that's why I need your help, we don't have time to make more, could you get anyone in the village who's willing to help, get them to make a variety of cakes and bring them to the town hall for 1:30?"
"Sure thing, Tammy's a good kid, by the way, nice thing for her to do, raise money for charity."
"I know. Thank you, Darcie, thank you." Bethany hurried out of her house, almost slamming the door behind her. That was kinda odd, Darcie thought.

Bethany dashed in the door, nearly letting her chaotic twins out, as she rushed through the kitchen where her oldest daughter was sat, moping and upset. "I have a solution" Tammy's mother cried, hitting the table with the palms of the hands. "Darcie said she'd get as many people to bake cakes as possible to help replace the damaged ones, which, by the way, is pretty much all of them, Catherine said."
"Oh, thank the Fab 5, Darcie is amazing, tell her the next time you see her, won't you mum."
"Okay, now come on, we've got a lot of work to do." She calls for the twin. "Seeing as you two are creating chaos as is, let's channel that helpfully, wash your hands now kids." she washes her hands before moving and motioning for the other to do the same, and it's not long before the kitchen is covered in flour and other ingredients but the last of the cakes are in the oven, and a large number of baked goods sit in the cleaned out Tupperware containers. But the kitchen was not as messy as the business with the smashed up cakes. That was highly puzzling.

A/N: this isn't edited so good luck, and this is due in tomorrow (technically it was due on Monday but yeah) hope this is okay.