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The smell of cinimini buns flowed throughout Mungdals catering service. It circled around every corner, every past everywall, and under a certian door that lead to Chowders room. The little purple racoon rabbit laid in his bed, snug under the covers, dreaming about Purple Nurples and Grubblegum in his silk lavender pajama bottoms, as Kimchi was silently farting beside him. Then the smell hit his nose like a ton of bricks, his dream bubble burst in an instant and he sat straight up. "Yes! Mung made cinimini buns!!!!!!" He jumped up and dashed down the stairs. But on the way down, he tripped over a step. He tumbled down the last 5 steps and lan