The little chomp leapt from his bed with a grin on his face. Today was going to be a special day. He could feel it in his jellies. He jiggled merrily as he strode into the kitchen to see what his mommy was cooking.

Oh, the horrors!

She lay on the floor dejectedly. The kitchen smelled of savory meats and, oh Dogs above, broccoli. The chomp rushed to her side in consternation.

"It's no use, lil chomp," she said listlessly.

"The desserts are gone."

The words rang in the chomp's ears like the ominous tolling of medieval church bells. He muttered a quick prayer to the Great Pug in the sky.

"My time is at an end son. I ate the last cupcake twenty minutes ago. They're all... gone."

The chomp gasped. You see, chomps needed cakes to survive just like humans need exercise. With no cake, eventually, a chomp's heart gave out. The secret to a long and healthy life was a practice of regular and determined sugar gluttony.

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Now that the last of the family's supply of cupcakes had run away on their spindly little legs, he had no choice but to venture out into the vast unknown plains of Cakelandia, riddled with numerous dangerous, but also delectable sweetmeats.

So it was decided then - his premonition of this day's significance had been correct. He would reclaim his family's honor.

"I'll become the greatest chomp there ever was mother!" He shouted as she gave out a final death rasp.

The door barring the entrance to the little cottage swung open with a bang as the little chomp marched out with a certain determination in his jiggle. He was going to chomp every cake out there and become the greatest chomp of all time.

Gotta chomp em' all!!