Sprinkle Cakes

"Welcome back sweetheart. I missed you. I don't think that I could ever live without you. Just being away for a while makes my stomach weak and queasy. Come now, jump into my mouth if you want to live. You're the only thing that can make my dying life worth while."
A round, iced cupcake suddenly sprouted arms and legs, and then
pounced into the dying man's mouth.

SPRINKLE CAKES! THEY'RE TO DIE FOR!

A nurse suddenly enters the small hospital room. After a brief
moment of staring at the fresh corpse, she cupped her hands over her
mouth and gasped. Spastically, she signaled for another woman
outside of the room, to enter. (We assume that this newer woman is
the dead man's wife)

"Oh my!" the widow exclaimed. "Well, at least he had Sprinkle
Cakes before he passed!" The woman smiled gleefully as she held up a
small green box. "Sprinkle Cakes! They're to DIE for!"

The two women, the nurse and the widow, signal a 'thumbs up'
toward the camera.

CLICK

"I hate that commercial. It always seems to ruin my mood when
I'm in the middle of a really good program." Allie grumbled at the TV
set. "Oh yes", she mocked, "I'll have an order of large fries and a
side order of Sprinkle Cakes, because I find death to be rather
appetizing!" she continued "Sprinkle Cakes, more carbs for your
corpse!"

Allie stood up from her recliner and stretched her arms above
her head. As she twisted her ruffled hair into a clip, she felt her
stomach twisting itself into its own knots.

"Damn I'm hungry"

Making her way toward the kitchen, Allie thought about what it
was she could snack on. The pantry was looking pretty reliable, so
she hastily walked in that direction. Hoping that her eyes would find
something promising, she opened the pantry doors.
"Ooh! SPRINKLE CAKES!" She exclaimed.
Allie quickly reached for the small green box and soon shoved
the cupcake into her food-lonely mouth. No sooner had she passed out
on the cold tile floor.

SPRINKLE CAKES! THEY'RE TO DIE FOR!