Hi, I’m the Gingerbread Man. I know that you’ve probably heard stories about me, but I’m here to tell you a story that I’m sure you have never heard before. I am going to tell you about the time that I saved England from an evil cookie scheme.
It all started when I was recruited by a secret organization of spies in England. My code name became double o ginger. I am by far not an English cookie, but being the kind, self sacrificing cookie that I am, I could never turn my back on someone in need. So I was sent to a bakery to investigate some strange orders of poison berries.
I went to the factory and found an open vent outside that led into the kitchen. So I used one of my explosive gum drop buttons to blast the vent open, and then crawl in. I was able to use brute strength to push open the interior kitchen vent. I snuck around the kitchen and over to the storage room. I could hear voices inside the storage room talking about how they were going to poison their cookies and ship them all over England. That was an evil scheme that I would not allow to happen. I had to get evidence and bring it back to the secret agent headquarters. I pulled out my handy spy camera and started taking photos of the poison and the bakery owners.
Now that I had my proof it was time to sneak out. But as I was sneaking out, I tripped over a broom and smashed into a pile of dirty dishes. The dishes fell all around making clanging and banging sounds too loud not be heard. The bakery workers came running over and shouting, “He saw us! He knows what we’re planning! Stop Him!” They reached for the counter and grabbed a cookies most feared weapon, cookie cutters! I sprung to my feet and took off running. I could feel the wind passing all around my body as cookie cutters flew by me.
One cookie cutter managed to slice my leg, and I stumbled only for a second. I jumped and spun and ran up and off a wall evading cookie cutters. I was almost to the vent when one cookie cutter hit me square in the shoulder. It sliced my soft gingerbread arm right off, and as my arm hit the floor I yelped in pain. I slid into the vent and started crawling as fast as I could. I could hear the bakery workers talking about how good my arm tasted. It was absolutely horrifying. I held onto the camera with my remaining arm and managed to push a distress rescue button on my watch before passing out.
Special agents were sent to rescue me, and the pictures were safe. The agency cooked me a new arm and reattached it with frosting. And to this day I will never forget the time I sacrificed my arm to lend England a hand…