French Toast
One day Sakura and Ino decided to become friends again. "We should never have let a guy come between us." The sobbed, hugging each other and crying. The next second Ino was shoving Sakura away. "don't hug me, you lesbo." She said in disgust.
"Huh?" Said Sakura, confused.
"I said, do you want some French toast?" Ino smiled warmly at her friend.
"French WHAT!" Screeched Sakura in alarm.
"TOAST, you ninny!" Yelled Ino.
"Oh! Yes, yes I would."
"Wait here while I make it, okay?" Ino left the room, took her private elevator up to the top floor, pressed her hand against a hidden identification pad on the wall, and typed the password (Sasuke) in the little keyboard that popped up from behind the pad. The wall before her opened up into a large doorway, and closed seamlessly behind her when she entered. Now that she was in the kitchen (which had soundproof walls), she knew nobody could hear her, so she belted out some Whitney Houston songs at the top of her lungs. When she was finished, she couldn't remember what she was in the kitchen for, so she sat at the table and had a good cry.
Meanwhile, Sakura was still waiting downstairs for her French toast. She looked out the window and saw the muffin man hijacking Ino's car, while the Pillsbury dough boy rode alongside on a dead horse.
Sakura shook her head sadly. "This place is going to the dogs." She wiped away a tear. "Or should I say, 'this place is going to the French!'" She had such a laughing fit that she fell over, hit her head on Ino's desk, and went into a coma.
Upstairs, Ino gnawed on the table leg, thinking it was French toast, which for some reason she kept thinking about.