Both shoot up, smashing their heads on the upper bunk.
THE END
Breakfast of justice?
The living bread screeches like a rusty duck call and hops into a pile of discarded stale baguettes. Seconds later, the baguettes rise up, their crusts cracking open to reveal glowing green eyes. Breadwinners Night Of The Living Bread Transcript
*They race toward the oven, but the Living Bread have formed a giant bread monster – * Both shoot up, smashing their heads on the upper bunk