You try to move but you can't. For some reason, your body is encased in some wort of sweet smelling solid. It kind of smell like...chocolate. You look around and notice you are in a chocolate chip in a chocolate chip cookie sitting on a cooling rack with dozens of other cookies. You must have materialized when the chocolate was still melted and woke up after it had solidified.
Above you are about 10 girls wearing poodle skirts and sweaters looking anxiously at the cookies, waiting to chomp it down with a nice cool glass of milk. You also see an older woman, probably a mother, with huge clunky glasses watching over the girls.
"Happy 17th Birthday, Norma Jean," she said. "Dig in girls."
You gasp in horror as twenty hands dart at your cookie host and it's brethren, hoping you can survive. Unfortunately, you are lifted up by...
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