While the cookies were sleeping Chuckles sealed up the cave entrance with a rock and went out. He was trying to find a way to move around safely. He also wanted to see if there is any news related to his escape.
After roaming through the forest, he came to a town that was totally destroyed – the town was on fire, with many smashed buildings.
He searched for survivors for a while, but found no one. Eventually, he came upon a croissant with a large chunk bitten out of him crawling in the road.
"What happened here?" asked Chuckles.
"Well, many people were jealous of my years of success as a dinner roll, and in the end this jealousy overruled their good sense," said the croissant.
"You don't look like a dinner roll to me," said Chuckles, "You look like a croissant. Besides, is that what really happened to this town? People were jealous that you are or were a dinner roll?"
"Oh that. No, it was… it, it was... The Chob! Cough! Cough! And I am a dinner roll not some type of crescent-shaped breakfast roll," coughed the 'dinner roll'.
"I'm pretty sure that croissants can be eaten at dinner. There isn't some type of law excluding them from being consumed with an evening meal. Anyway, what the heck is a chob?" asked Chuckles.
"Not a chob. The Chob. The Chob is a horrible beast – not a baked good or other foodstuff. Just a giant mouth in a worm body, and it is always devouring. It has eyes on its tongue and noses on it’s tentacles. Usually it comes out once every 5 years and eats some cows, but it came early this time. We weren’t ready. It was after some weird type of dirt muffin or something. It killed everyone," said the 'dinner roll.
"Why does it have eyes on its tongue?" said Chuckles.
"So it can.... So it can..... So it can watch you up-close inside of its mouth while it is grinding up your body with its horrid teeth. The only thing worse is being excluded from supper. Oh, Oh, Oh! The Chob is a horrible beast and.... and.... It's killed me!"
With that the "dinner roll" died right there in the road. Chuckles remembered the slimy tentacled beast he disturbed in the tunnels. He knew that if it was looking for a dirt muffin that most likely this was him and not somebody else.
It was after him and he must find a way to make his escape. He had no time to lose.
