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It was just another day for Brendan Mooney. He had slept in to the far into the afternoon, and was now waking up to find himself in an enormous, plush bed. The colorful sheet and pillows were not what he remembered going to bed on. Drowsily, he slipped out of bed and stumbled through the house. With a hangover thumping in his head, he couldn’t exactly see straight and eventually met with a wall. He smashed back down onto a hard tile floor, creating quite a loud noise. Head spinning, Brendan opened his eyes to find a blonde young woman staring down at him. She laughed in high, bell-like pitch at his bewilderment and then helped him up.

The Sinful Sweets Factory was the crowning pride and glory of Macy’s little town.  It was where young people went for jobs, old people went to reminisce about dates and parties from when they were young people (most occasions were catered by the factory), and everybody else went to satisfy their sweet tooths.  The chocolate eclairs, the cream puffs, the blueberry pies, the strawberry shortcakes, the peanut butter cookies, the apple streudel; nothing that came out of the factory failed to impress.  The only factor rescuing the town from gorging itself on a constant diet of the Sinful Sweets was the highly filling property of their foods.