8 The Missing Cake

The Missing Cake The movie was a boring one, filled with various flying people who kept shouting at each other. Ebenezer was also irritated by the people in front of him who laughed loudly at every bad joke that the flying people made. He was feeling grumpy when he came back into the house, but his mood soon perked up when he noticed that there was no sign of Bethany. Clearly, she had put herself to bed.

Ebenezer's mood was further improved when he noticed that all the cake had disappeared from the kitchen. He was delighted by the thought that Bethany had eaten it all. Surely, if she had eaten two whole chocolate cakes, then she would be big enough for the beast to eat? Ebenezer couldn't contain his curiosity. He had to see Bethany and find out what she looked like. He jumped up the stairs, taking two at a time, and headed to the eighth floor—this was where the biggest bedroom in the house was, and it was almost certainly going to be the one that Bethany had chosen for herself. Ebenezer took a peek in the room and found Bethany lying like a starfish on the bed. She

was snoring, and her fingers were covered in cake. Ebenezer crept into the room to take a closer look. He was disappointed by what he found. Bethany didn't look any bigger than she had been before he went to the movies. It was also very strange—there was lots of chocolate cake on her hands, but there were hardly any signs of it around her mouth. He wondered how this had happened. On the bedside table, Bethany had laid out the crumpled photograph from her box. It was a black-and-white, faded image of a man with a mustache and a woman without any mustache whatsoever. They were sat on a pebbled beach. The man was carrying a

scowling baby in his arms, while the woman held a large newspaper in hers. Ebenezer returned the photograph to the table and crept back out of the room. His bedroom was located on the fourteenth floor, so he headed upstairs. As he was walking, he noticed that there was something strange about the pictures and antiques that lined the walls. He stopped to take a closer look at one and gasped in horror. "Oh no, no, no!" he said, as he realized why there was so much chocolate on Bethany's fingers, and yet none around her mouth. It was because Bethany hadn't eaten the second cake. She had used it to doodle over all of Ebenezer's paintings and antiques. Ebenezer ran up to the eleventh floor to see what she had done to his favorites.

It was worse than he had expected. Bethany had smeared a pair of chocolate-icing spectacles onto the woman with the backward nose, and she had drawn ice-cream smiles onto the faces of the married couple so that they now looked quite happy to see each other. She had also given a crazy caramel-toffee-sauce hairdo to the cigarette-smoking skeleton. Ebenezer ran over to his precious picture of the golden boy. He fell to his knees. "No! What has she done to you?!" he sobbed. Bethany had turned the golden boy's hair black by smearing cake into the picture. She had also added a caramel-toffee-sauce mustache to his lips, so that he now looked ridiculous, instead of beautiful.

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