Cruella’s Cake Batter Humiliation

In the heart of a bustling bakery, I, Cruella, the notorious villainess,

found myself in a predicament that was far from my usual schemes. My big soft real

fur coat, the one that gave me an air of authority, was now my undoing. I was teetering

on the edge of a cake assembly line, my heart pounding in my chest, not out of fear,

but anticipation. "This is not how I imagined my day would go," I muttered, my voice echoing

in the vast kitchen. The gleaming stainless steel machines around me seemed to mock my predicament.

I could feel the heat of the ovens, their warmth a stark contrast to the cold chill running

down my spine. Before I could react, a torrent of eggs came pouring down on me.