A tale of a spatula, a toaster, and a very, very angry Bob.
Bob had been a proud member of the kitchen team for months, but things took a dark turn when he discovered his favorite spatula had gone missing.
The Oven Spatula
was more than just a spatula, it was a family heirloom, passed down from his great-grandfather, who in turn got it from the great-uncle, who was known for his impressive collection of 80s kitchen gadgets.
Bob searched every nook and cranny, under the couch, in the fridge, even under the cat, but it was nowhere to be found. That was when he saw her, the new girl, with her bright pink hair and her "I'm with stupid" t-shirt.
She was holding his spatula, nonchalantly flipping pancakes, a sly grin spreading across her face.
"What have you done with my spatula?" Bob demanded, his voice firm but trembling.
"Oh, I was just borrowing it, for a project, you know, for art," she said, eyes wide with innocence.
Bob wasn't buying it, but he let it slide, for now. After all, she was new, and he didn't want to scare her off.
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