"How did you end up on the market rooftops away from the safety of your home anyway? Also, I've been meaning to ask this, but haven't done so seeing as how we've been caught up in the urgency of events - why am I able to understand your squeaks?" The chomp asked as they stood there contemplating how to break in.

The chomp feared he was going mad, but if he wasn't, Mo's answer to his question might point to another clue behind the mystery of the waking desserts all over Cakelandia, or at least, the mystery of the malicious pies from Daifuku.

Mo began to squeak a response but their conversation was soon interrupted by the sharp clop-clopping sound of hooves beating against cobblestones. The only animal the chomp knew to have hooves, and that could be domesticated in a city like Daifuku, was a patoot. Wait a minute, he thought. Could it be?

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The chomp rushed out onto the night-darkened street dimly lit by glowing yellow mango candy lamps. He could barely wake out something white and fluffy in the distance, coming closer, the cloppity-clop of the hooves growing louder.

It was Floof!

"How did you get here girl?" He asked her, stroking the fur on the nape of her neck.

She must have broken out of the stable to find him, he thought. Her fur, though still glowing white, was matted here and there with the chocolate mud of the messy streets of Daifuku.

"You looked all over for me didn't you?"

She meowed affectionately, and a massive tongue stuck out of her face to slurp at his face.

"Whoa there! Easy, girl. Easy."

"Hey! Careful!" Squeaked Mo, having nearly avoided being slurped away by that gigantic tongue.

The tongue! Of course!

The gate stood no chance now.