Disclaimer: Don't own the songs either

The next morning, Jasmine and Samantha entered their bakery and began preparing for the day in a fabulous mood. Both were smiling endlessly and dancing about their work singing to the radio that could be heard from the back room.

"I put my hands up in the air sometimes, sayin' ay-oh! Gotta let go!" Jasmine sang at the top of her lungs, waving her arms about in madness.

"I wanna celebrate and live my life, sayin' ay-oh! Baby let's go!" Samantha sang back in equal madness just as Bridgette, their lone employee walked in.

"Cause we gon' rock this club! We gon' go all night!" She joined in as the three together belted, "We gon' light it up, like it's dynamite!"

As Mrs. Jenkins walked into the mad fray she smiled and, somehow managing to be heard over the noise, asked, "I take it there's good news?"

"I finally got Sammy here to enter an idea!" Jasmine squealed as she grabbed Mrs. Jenkins' hands and began to dance around the bakery with her, "Cause I told you once! Now I told you twice! We gon' light it up, like it's dynamite! Cause who in the world is ever going to beat our Sammy in this contest? Isn't that right sir?" She asked the next customer who walked in.

"Oh. Well. I don't know. I've never been here before you see." He muttered. He was oddly dressed in a pair of green corduroy pants, a vibrant pink shirt with a peace logo printed on front, large white spectacles, a small black bowler hat, and a pair of boots. He seemed an odd mix between an ex-junkie from the 70's and a circus clown but, a customer was a customer.

"Well then sir, allow me to educate you in the fabulous ways of our resident genius." Jasmine replied, slinging an arm over his shoulder and pulling him toward the menu.

"Jazz, shut up before you scare the guy." Samantha laughed from behind the counter, "I apologize for my obnoxious friend, she's just a little excited today."

"A little? Perish the thought! My best friend is finally going to be recognized for the genius that she is and meet the man of her dreams and all because of me!"

"Ahem." Mrs. Jenkins coughed.

"Oh yea and I suppose Willy too but seriously I mean he's only actually going to make it happen seeing as this has been like twelve years in the making." Jasmine muttered.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night Jazzy. It was all you." Samantha told her patronizingly, "And he is not the man of my dreams." She blushed, not having realized how obvious her infatuation was to her best friend.

"Why thank you. See I knew you knew it but I just had to make sure you knew you knew it or else it would do you no good for me to know it since you wouldn't have known you know it in the first place, you know?"

"…uhhhh. Sure?"

"And puh-lease, you so can not hide your crush on the world renowned chocolate maker."

"At least my dream guy's real!" She retorted.

"Your point? Mine's a swashbuckling pirate who steals my heart with every word he utters." Jasmine sighed in contempt and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Well Jack Sparrow isn't going to come waltzing into the store any time soon where as Willy Wonka very well could now away with you! Mrs. Jenkins needs her order."

"Ugh! You people just don't get me." Jasmine sighed dramatically, "I shall go wallow in the back while I get a batch of MY creation for our favorite Mrs. Jenkins." With that, Jasmine schlumped her way to the back room.

"Wo-ow." The strange new customer enunciated the word as two syllables, "Are things always like this around here?"

"You betchya!" Samantha replied, "So what looks good for ya? We can whip up just about anything on the menu in record time." She winked at him for good measure.

"You make everything fresh?"

"Sure do! That's our policy here at Besties' Bakery! We keep it friendly and fresh!"

Suddenly a burst of laughter came from the back as Jasmine came back through handing Mrs. Jenkins her box. "Sammy darling we don't keep it friendly and fresh. We keep it friendly and we MAKE it fresh."

Samantha blushed at Jasmine's implication and glared at her best friend as apparently the stranger had caught on as well. The faintest pink could be seen gracing his nose just beneath the obscene glasses he wore, "You know what I meant." She stuck out her tongue in retaliation, "Anyway what catches your fancy?"

The man browsed the menu up and down quite a few times before finally deciding, "I think I'll try the Lemon Merengue. Interesting choice of name mind you."

"That's because it's a lemon meringue cupcake that tickles your taste buds and dances all the way down!" Jasmine replied, ringing him up as Samantha went to make one, "You seem oddly familiar…though a bit…eclectic."

"Really? Well I can't imagine why that would be." He replied in an offhanded manor.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Well then why the aloof secrecy? And why the ginormo glasses that hide the majority of your face? And why the hat that really is not flattering one bit I must say."

"Is this how you treat all your customers?"

"Honesty is the best policy after all is it not? And besides we can't let just any old nut job into this shop…you have to be a special sort of nut job. The sort of nut job that runs a factory on the other side of town and has a certain style about him only he could ever acquire. The sort of nut job who really should think about investing in a better disguise and remembering to keep his voice distorted even while under interrogation. Oh but not to worry. The best sort of nut jobs always have a specific type of following and as such certain peoples who happen to figure out certain nut jobs won't say any such epiphanous words to a certain contestant seeing as it should only prove to cause further nervousness on her part that a special certain nut job was checking up on her." Jasmine smiled her absolute pleasant smile as the man stared in utter shock, his mouth gaping open.

"Here's your cupcake sir, I hope…Jasmine what did you do and why is he gaping like a fish?"

"Why do you assume I did something?" Jasmine asked, "That hurts you know. Maybe he just has a strange facial tick. Maybe he gets lock jaw easily. Maybe he just now dropped his mouth in gaping wonder at the delightful aroma coming from my favorite item off the menu and the gorgeous lady who just so happens to be bringing it to him."

At these words, the man snapped his mouth shut and thanked Samantha for the cupcake, "If I may ask though, what is this cupcake exactly?"

"It's a succulent vanilla cake with teardrops of lemon meringue baked inside and topped with a lemon meringue butter cream."

"Very interesting." He mused as he took his first bite. Both women new the exact moment the flavor pockets within the cupcake had burst as his eyebrows shot clear into his hairline, "That is amazing!" He exclaimed, "Simply fantastic! Though I feel compelled to ask. Do you use lemon extract or lemon oil for your meringue?"

"Well sir, you understand I can't go giving away all the secrets of my trade, you'd put me out of business!" Samantha laughed, "But I can tell you I use oil. Extract just isn't the same and I prefer the concentration difference."

"Marvelous. I must say you do indeed seem to deserve to win that contest. Toodle-oo!" He sang as he walked out the door, happily munching on his baked treat.

Jasmine squealed as she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down. "You have this contest in the bag!"

"It was just another customer Jazzy."

"Have a little faith my purple-crazed friend. You will meet the man of your dreams soon enough and then maybe he can create a life-size chocolate version of my man and I can happily devour him all night long." She giggled happily.

Samantha smacked her head at the blatant euphemism.