Rose: What's that smell?
Carly: Oh, my word! Someone's baking cakes!
Rose: Quick! Dive for cover.
Carly: Where can we go tho? It seems to be folowing us everywhere.
Rose: We need to outrun it.
Carly: Just as well were wearing our jogging leggings then.
Rose: What are you talking about, we wear nothing but leggings all the time.
Carly: I know, I'm kinda confused you know. I feel like I'm having a nitemare in a cake shop.
Rose: The smell seems to be getting closer.
Carly: Oh, here she is the culprit. She's bringing out cakes to us on a plate.
Mrs. Primsunday: Running towards my friendship offering are you? Well, there's plenty to go
round. I'm Hydrangea your new resident, by the way.
Rose: I'm Rose.
Mrs. Primsunday: Oh, another flower.
Carly: I can't seem to hold out any longer.
Rose: Stay strong! Claw back that grabbing hand...oh, she's gone and done it.
Carly: Yum,umm,umm......I've had two!
Rose: I can't believe it!
Carly: I can't either. You've had three!
Mrs. Primsunday: Few can resist my little jam darlings.
Rose: I feel like I need to run to the otherside of the world.
Carly: To escape the scent?
Rose: As well as running off the calories.
Mrs. Primsunday: My cakes are of maximum fat of old fashioned English butter. You know that nut
of decoration on top.
Rose: Yes?
Mrs. Primsunday: That's that special nut of ten thousand calories all by itself.
Carly: Nooooooo!
Mrs. Primsunday: I'd bethinking my visit not too pleasing to you, but, now you've emptied the plate,
I can see my appearance is quite a hit!
Carly: Rose?
Rose: I can't help it. I've had six!!!