Donut Believe The Hype

Her intuition said no but her curiosity wanted to check it out.

The door across from her house looked too much like a donut for her to just ignore it. So she decided to walk to the door.

A world of donuts. Sadly, all jelly filled so I was absolutely revolted. It’s like the monkey fingers. Why must I be so cursed. Thankfully, I brought some crème filled ones. That’s when they started to sprint towards me. Their longjohn butt flaps, flapping in the wind.

I ran as fast as I can, squeezing some of the crème from the smaller crème-filled donuts to watch them slip and fall. However, they used their longjohn butt flaps as a slide to catch up to me and stuff my mouth with jelly-filled donuts— the worst form of torture.

"Mghnrrfn, fnwhumfgh!" I protested impotently as they continued to asphyxiate me. Reflexively I recalled my Donut Dojo training and within seconds had them bound up in a writhing creamy ball by their longjohn butt flaps. To this day whenever I see a door I can taste jelly donuts.