Buddy rolled into Seattle with two things, his Easy Bake Oven and his ultimate disdain for Epic Meal Time. Being born in Hoboken, NJ, he sure did know his way around some Wise Guys. He rolled up to BirdPerson, the Don of the Imperial Nest crew, with his oven in hand, and his disdain for Epic... oh we did this part already.

Buddy walked up to BirdPerson, and said, "So you call yourself the Boss, I'm the BOSS. I serve a mean Cannoli, I bet you are in this city selling Nanaimo bars. So who's the boss now?"

BirdPerson proceeds to take the Cannoli, and shove it up Buddy's arse. BirdPerson then replies, "You are not the boss around here. You are just a lonely old thug, and my mama loves my Nanaimo bars. You can be the CakeThug"

Buddy, walks off, disappointed in his demotion, yet awaiting a long fondant filled journey, through the ranks of the Mafia.

Wondering the streets of Seattle in the early mornings, September stepped from the curb and crossed the street. It was late enough to have a few stranglers from the speak easy's about, but still early enough to not even think about when the sun would be up. The street was damp from a short bought of rain fifteen minutes ago. Of course, Seattle, always raining in this forest of a city. 

On the other side of the street, September chose right and kept up her pace. She had been assigned a relatively easy job on the west coast. See, she was only a young Goomba. She still had to make a name for herself, impress her boss Vash and prove her worth. Prove the shelter above her head and a place to rest her bones. 

September withdrew a business card from the light jacket she wore. It simply had a time, a name and coordinates. Nothing more. She had navigated a map to help her find the location. She was ahead of schedule. The last piece, the name, she hoped whoever it belonged to was there. At the location. On time. 

Wolf really hoped that each city would have bakerys, always nice with cookies, he loves them himself so he damands this that to all bakers so will I love you for ever.

Cities without bakery shouldnt ne allowed being called a city, there are many that wants this thats for sure, bake on and make new ones to serve the locals too will you.