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Chapter 3 - Where the Author Woke Up and Decided to Start the Story, Just Because He Wanted To
 
     Well, now that I'm awake, what do you say we get the story started, huh? And what's all this stuff about Little Red Riding Hood....
     Anyway, what's more important is Villagetown City. A massive breakout at The Insane Asylum To End All Insane Asylums So Help Me God had made the 7:36 news, and I bet you've already guessed who's responsible. And no, it wasn't the warden.
     Yep, it was none other than our friendly enemy, The Pillsbury Dough Boy. Strangely, he was the only one that actually escaped; all of the others were captured. Makes you really think about if Dough Boy had inteded to get them out or not. Either way, they felt betrayed and mad at Dough Boy, but they couldn't really do anything about it right now, because they were in jail.
     Dough Boy, however, had made it back to his hideout, the La Delaņo Caves. It wasn't very hard for him, considering the caves are all hidden and stuff. Pirates used them back "in the days" for hiding. Didn't know that, did you? You learn something new everyday.
     Chester had donned his apron and was tidying up with a feather duster when the villain walked in.
     "Uhhh....."
     Dough Boy was appaled at the cheetah's apron. Cleanliness is almost never allowed in evil fortresses, and Dough Boy's cave was no exception.
     "How DARE you!!!!!"
     CC tried his best to cover up the situation. "Uh, this isn't REALLY a feather duster, uh, it's more of a..."
     Dough Boy sprinted at Chester with breakneck velocity. As soon as he reached him, he began to----*%&^$
 
---this segment has been omitted from the final production of this adventure. If you would like to view this segment, cry. We will not release this to the public. We, however, can happily enjoy this segment in all it's carnage and glory.
 
 -Center For Adventurous Storyline Omissions---
 
     Dough Boy walked into his private chambers, dropping the twisted pile of chains on the floor, and flopping onto his bed, picked up a magazine and began reading it. What magazine he picked up I can't say; it'll probably get omitted.
     Just then, his phone rang. That was very odd as caves do not normally come equipped with phone lines or jacks. Caves don't come with electricity either. And the almost entirely enclosed space would mean horrendous reception for a cell phone. Plus, Dough Boy never gives out his number. Pesky police with their tracking systems...
     Anyway, one way or another, Dough Boy's phone rang. Looking queerly at it, he picked it up.
     "Domino's Pizza. May I take your &$*%ing order (man. that wasn't even a swear word. &#*@ omitting people)?" After all, one single wrong number could spell disaster, so you have to have a cover-up just in case.
     "Yes, I'd like four extra large pizzas, with lots of money piled on top."
     "Well, it seems we're fresh out."
     "Oh, how bout a side of cash?"
     "Nope. Sorry."
     "Ah, how bout you just slap on a lot of dough, and I'll let you off."
     "Ah, dough. We have plenty of dough."
     "Very well. I'll be expecting my payday on delivery."
     "I will be too sir."
     "Have them delivered to the address of 4453 Street Dr."
     "Um, that's the police station."
     A long pause came from the other line. "Ummm, the police station moved."
     "No it didn't."
     "What do you mean, it didn't? How would you know?"
     "I was just there yesterday."
     Another long pause.
     "How about you drop the act and tell me what you really called me for Will."
     Responding quickly, the voice said, "Uhh, I'm not Will."
     "Will, stop it. Will (--last name omitted for security reasons--) of The Fast Food Industry. You work at the front desk, handing out the free toys to the kiddies."
     "Awww, &*#$, you're too smart."
     "What do you want?"
     "Um, I was told to pay a practical joke on you for escaping the jail thingy. Sorry."
     Dough Boy slammed the phone onto the receiver. If they were going to try to get him arrested when he didn't want to, oooohhh, they were going to pay!!
 
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