La David knocked on the heavy door of The Crinkle Crankle Bakery. The animated showman in the pinstriped suit and derby recognized the boy from the field trip. Without stopping long enough for the youngster to say a word, the carefree confectioner maintained eye contact and spoke as if he were always thrilled to pontificate to curious looky-loos about the "you can't teach this stuff" irresistible delicacies they dreamed up. He toured the fifth grader through the gastronomical Shangri-La by a wall-sized Rubenesque fresco of the pastry chefs. Cult-y worker bee culinarians shuffled about like vaudeville performers without a single lost time accident as the purveyor of fine sweets cockily showed their newest masterpieces to the visitor knowing copycats could never reverse engineer their secret sauce formulations with repeatable results.

"Picking up a super weird vibe here -- with the eye popping thing and nightmare fueled magic truck!" La David blurted out, "Why are you doing this?"

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