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"scramble"
There it was on the counter. The coveted chocolate cake, all three gooey layers of it.
Four Tiggulars poised behind the kitchen door, father and three children, each with their beady eyes fixed on the prize.
"Now, remember. Daddy always eats first," Fiyero whispered conspiratorially.
"No, Daddy!" little Liir cried before covering his mouth lest he be heard. Jon clapped his hands over Liir's, ensuring that traitorous mouth was firmly shut, while Lilija rolled her expressive brown eyes.
Through the other door, Elphaba crept in.
Gasping, all scrambled. "Mummy, no!"
Elphaba cackled, walking out with the cake in her hands.