"Ugh, I dont know why that donut is friends with those pastries like them." Muttered the fake Olivia. She was walking through the kitchen without any care that she would get spotted by any bakers.

THREE MINUTES LATER.....

*Tap!, tap!, tap!, tap!* The fake Olivia was running away from the janitor, who of course spotted her because she didn't listen to "her friend" Cakey who was trying to warn her before. Not knowing the kitchen well she turned to the right that lead to a dead end, suddenly a big shadow of a broom covered the ground. 

Then the fake Olivia turned around jumped onto the broom and ran up it then kicked the janitors nose and jumped down onto the kitchen floor and said, "Ha! Take that janitor!" Then the fake Olivia ran off.

"101, 102, 103, 104......" Olivia has been counting how many dust particals on the ground until... *DASH!* a small figured dashed through the kitchen floor and jumped into a distance away from Oliva. "Hey, maybe I can go back to Bakey, Cakey, and Emily!" thought Olivia, " I hope that duplicate of me didn't do anything bad to them."

Olivia waited for the coast to be clear so she could climb onto the glass shelf without getting spotted by the bakers. "Hmmm.. there must be a way to get up there." Thought Olivia, then an idea popped up in her mind, "Hey! Maybe I can get some sticky dough from the pantry and use it to climb up!"

"Where is it? Where is it? Ah ha! There it is!" Shouted Olivia to herself, "Oops, I shouldn't be yelling here." Olivia said, reminding herself. Olivia slid through the open door and quickly grabbed the sticky dough and ran off.

*Splat!* Sticky dough splattered on top the glass shelf while Olivia tugged on it to make sure it was strong and sturdy to pull her up. Once she got there Olivia yelled, "Hey guys! I'm finally back!" To Cakey, Bakey and Emily what all groaned when they heard her voice. "Hey what's wrong?" Olivia asked her friends.

Emily glared at her and yelled, "WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S WEONG HERE, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD ANNOY US SO MUCH THEN LEAVE, COME BACK AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS WHAT'S WRONG!?"

"But it wasn't me! It was some sort of duplicate of me!" Exclaimed Olivia. "Oh yeah sure, this "someone" in the bakery is just like you that is so NOT REAL!" Yelled Emily. 

"Yes it is!" Yelled Olivia, "No it's not!" Yelled Emily back. "Guys, guys! There's a logical solution for this!" Said Bakey, stopping the argument from getting worse, "Olivia could just simply find her duplicate and bring whoever she is here, alright?" 

"Fine, but if Olivia doesn't her duplicate because she does not have one, I'm never trusting her ever again." Said Emily. "But, could I at least go when the bakery closes?" Olivia asked. "Yes." Bakey answered. "Then I'm in!" Said Olivia.

TO BE CONTINUED