The chomp didn't really have a plan - he had more of an outline of a plan. His idea was to distract the pie army from Poot long enough for him to build up a big blast, but he also needed to get him the pies to fuel that blast. If he was to be the bait and lead the attacking pies away from Poot, how would he get the pies to him?

He decided to focus on step one first - being the bait. He dodged for his life as a couple of dripping, extra creamy pies attacked his face, and chomped on them immediately as they fell to the ground. It appeared that the pies had a range of attack, which was why they had gone for him instead of Poot, given that he was closer.

The rest of the pies seemed angrier now. They were trembling with rage as they levitated. Good, thought the chomp, and took off into the grasslands, his jiggles operating at full jiggle, burning up to release bursts of energy that enabled him to sprint faster.

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A lone dark chocolate tree stood in the distance, its icing-sugar leaves just beginning to sprout at the onset of spring, and grazing in its paltry shade stood a big fluffy creature.

"Floof!"

Floof meowed in recognition at hearing her master's call, and galloped towards him. The chomp had an idea. His half-baked plan was finally fully baked and fresh out of the oven.

He was fast, but the pie army was relentless. He dodged another four pies that tried to aim for his jiggles. They were getting smarter.

He stacked the fallen pies and tied them to Floof's saddle with some licorice-candy rope.

"Go to Poot girl! Follow the smell!"

She would reach him. She had to, somehow.