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Chapter 1: Junko's Famine
The kitchen window let a ray of sunlight bask the silver tin. It glowed golden on the bench, tempting Junko to open it. He snatched it quickly, as if some invisible hand would take the tin away from him. Junko brought it up to his ear and shook wildly. The expected clang from the contents did not ring. Slightly disappointed, the Wallop stripped the tin of its lid and peered inside with his large grey eye. Seeing nothing, Junko turned it upside down, but only some crumbs scattered on his palm.
Junko's stomach growled and protested for food. But not just for any food. His Wallop stomach wanted Piper's new oat cookies.
A thought bubble popped above Junko's head. A soft ukulele played in the background with a choir of angel voices as he thought of sweet rolled oats tingle his tastebuds. He felt the satisfying crunch as he took his bite. Several crumbs sprayed out and stuck to his chin, but elegance did not matter. Only that delicious and mouth-watering goodness was important.
The loud grumble of his stomach shook him back into reality. Junko's ears drooped as he shook his head. Today was a bad day for Junko. Something terrible happened. Something horribly unimaginable. This was definitely worse than the Cyclonians and the Wastelands put together. It was the apocalypse!
Piper's new oat cookies were missing.