There is a cake in the VCR
There is a cake in the VCR instead of not. I am in trouble cause I baked a TV who’s having a baby. The baby is stuck and now the guests are pissed. I am a by-stander, did not use antennas. Recipe called for motion, only. Action, movie. The TV needs a C-section. Cut. Driving to the mall. Riding escalators like they’ll take me to dinosaurs. It’s called the land before mine. I am out of AA batteries. The cashier is bitchy, wears a bun of hair. I am running under fluorescent lights next to toy stores. There is a boy over my shoulder selling puzzles. Take two. Remote in tact. The cake is wound up. She ejects eventually. I put on my party hat and everyone gives me their plate. I hang the piñata and everyone goes on hitting.