“Ooooh, yummy! You fail mister!!!”

“Fail?! Isn’t that kinda backwards?”

Libby speaks up, clearly amused: “Lickety doesn’t like keeping anyone around that she thinks is tasty. It’s too distracting. Fortunately, she has a pretty selective taste in people, but if you fit the bill, you’re toast!”

Great. “And I suppose you passed?” You are a bit skeptical; Libby looks pretty tasty to you.
At this remark, Lickety Split goes bright red.

“She didn’t ever administer the taste test on me,” Libby explains. “It seems she’s pretty allergic to magical folks”

“Allergic?” Lickety turns a deeper shade of crimson.

“Her ears grow.”
“LIBBY!!!” She’s hopping up and down, her little red ponytail dancing angrily.
“Hey, what does it matter, right?”

With that, Lickety turns her fidgety gaze on you. “Time to go, buddy!”

“Where? Another house?” You can’t believe you’ve been rejected from a cartoon!

“Riiight HERE!” She shoves you with all the strength her small frame can muster, and you step backwards, tripping on something behind you.
Your fall is broken by something spongy that seems to envelope you, wedging you in. You suddenly realize that you are lying very bare in the middle of a giant hot dog bun. Where did that come from?! No time to wonder, though; Lickety Split’s face appears over one wall, and she dumps a giant pail of relish over you. “Hey!” You shout, but she disappears, and then appears a second later on the other side, this time bearing mustard. “Lickety, Stop!” But it’s too late: you feel your shoulders rise, and everything goes dark.
As you lay helplessly wedged into the bun, Lickety quickly eats her way through you, giggling manically all the way!
Only a dozen or so seconds of frenzied eating, and you feel her small hands grip your feet together through the walls of the bun, and you’re finished!