Toon It Up: Toon Sugar on Your Wedding Cake

“Okay, okay, I can do it!” Patty sighed, rolling her eyes. “I'll get to adding your “special” designs to the best of my ability after I finish the frosting.”

“Thank you!” Philip looked over at Charlotte, giving her a feathery thumbs up and flashing her a dashing white smile. Always a bit strange to see a bird with teeth under their beak, but it was a toon thing and only came up when they wanted to smile like that.

“Just trying to save you a little money,” Patty mumbled. She pulled out a sheet of paper from behind her back, handing it to the bird. “Here, an estimate on what it'll cost, including what you already paid for.”

Philip took it, gave it one look, and that cheery smile of his dropped like a boulder off a cliff. There was even an audible crashing sound as his hopes and smug satisfaction dropped to nothing before all their eyes.

“Hmph.” He frowned, brow furrowing. “That's what I get for saying cost was no object.” He looked at Pudgy. “Mind if we discuss this more in your office?”

“Not at all, moneybags!” The pink bear grinned, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. 

The macaw then looked at Charlotte. “Looks like this'll take some more time. Did you want to come with us?”

“Oh, I can stay here. You do what you need to do.” Charlotte leaned further back into the counter casually.

“Okay,” Philip quietly said. “Don't worry, babe! Soon as we're done here, we'll go get some lunch and try to forget about this unfortunate mess.” Patty rolled her eyes, but said nothing, leading the macaw through a door to wherever they were going to have their discussion.

Charlotte was left alone in the kitchen. He promised lunch over an hour ago. She sighed, rubbing her face. Why does he have to get so worked up? I'm so hungry. Her stomach agreed, letting out a low grumble.

Is there anything to eat in here? She glanced around the bakery. Despite the location, there was nothing in sight that was made or being prepared.

Well, except for her wedding cake. She looked at it long, her stomach grumbling louder. Her hunger grew strong, her lips moistening in anticipation. She felt an ache in her tooth, the sign of her sweet tooth crying out to be satisfied.

It was all striking at once. Her hunger felt as if it was becoming insatiable.

Charlotte gulped gently. It… it wouldn't hurt, right? Her body stood up right and moved on its own, slowly stepping toward the island counter that held her cake. It is mine, right?

Stepping before, she looked around quickly. No one was there obviously, but she wanted to reassure her paranoia. Once clear, she reached for that cake.

No. Charlotte pulled her hand back. Smaller.

She looked where the icing had been done. Up close to it now, it seemed to somehow even have less icing on it. It was like only a twentieth of it had been covered. It wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of it at this point.

Charlotte drew a finger to that small bit of frosting and slid her digit through it. Patty’s still working on it. She’ll just touch this up later. It's not a problem.

She poked her finger into her mouth and sucked off that sugary coating. She shivered, her taste buds tingling with delight. It was really good!

But, was it good enough? It felt like it was missing something from it, an extra pinch of something that would make its sweetness all the better.

Charlotte looked around again, her heart beating fast. Her eyes fell upon something at the far corner of the kitchen, a jar. Its label read, “Extra Toony Sugar”.

Bingo! She hurried over, took a tablespoon laying nearby, and scooped out a little bit of it. Carefully, she brought it right over and poured it onto the cake, right onto an uniced portion.

She couldn't help herself. Her stomach gurgled loudly, need and want growing. She took the frosting tube nearby and squirted a little onto the part she placed the sugar on. She pulled a small bit off the cake. Just this, and it'll be enough.

She popped the piece into her mouth. Her pupils dilated the second that baked good hit her tongue. She froze for a moment before her mouth began to chew, starting slowly like an engine revving up. Her eyes spun, going faster and faster.

It… it tastes… divine! A heavenly glow from above fell upon her, an angelic choir singing from seemingly nowhere. She swallowed, quivering. Who knew a little sugar could-

SPROING!