Bread and Butter were among one of the most popular food couples, even more so than Pasta and Cheese. Bread and Butter just got along so well. Y'know sometimes Pasta and Cheese would fight and Pasta would her spaghanties all in a twist.

Bread and Butter always had a warm ambience with each other. Sure, Bread has his rough side and a crust that you sometimes just didn't want to deal with, but on the inside, he was fresh and sweet, someone you could lean on. Butter was a bit yellow, figuratively and literally. She was a bit more shy, fragile and reserved. But just in the same way as Bread, she was warm and had the richest smile. Sometimes either Jelly or Nut Butter would try to seduce Bread, and Lobster would try the same with Butter, but both of them were always faithful to each other.

Unfortunately, by greater powers, Bread and Butter got separated one day. Someone had started placing Butter in the fridge, and Bread in the pantry instead of leaving them out on their usual pairing plate. Bread became restless and scared of the dark, enclosed by the pantry door, never to see the light of day again, he thought. Butter started crying because of how cold the fridge was and how much she missed the comfort of Bread's squishy hugs, and being able to sleep on his chest while the other foods fought or gossiped around them in their separate compartments. Now both Bread and Butter were in places unknown and uncomfortable to them.

Butter became cold and hard to protect herself from any potential heartbreak if anything were to happen to Bread when she finally leaves the fridge, as well as avoid contact with the other dairy like Cheese and Sour Cream (she was never fond of 'the fermented' they had a pungent mean face). Bread became stale and started to hate his own texture and became really dry. He avoided talking to Oats and Cracker, who he usually joked around with when they were both on the kitchen table at the same time.

Finally, after a long 3 days a miracle happened. Bread saw rays of light as a hand opened the pantry door and took him back to his lovely plate, and Butter was finally able to rest her eyes from tears and the insanely bright fridge light that was on her for those 3 days. She was about to go crazy, the fridge was just like an insanely cold asylum. Bread and Butter finally reunited, Bread once again joyful to see his beautiful Butter. Butter slid over as fast as she could to embrace in Bread's broad hug, softening him a bit. But Bread was still stale and suffered too much damaged not being with the partner who completed him for those 3 days. Butter stayed cold, crying as she stayed in his arms, now rugged enough to scratch her skin off. Bread's inner starch molecules had recrystallized, making him more rough than he was before. It's weird how the people who seem rigid and stable than you can be compromised more when they are left uncovered.

Butter stroked Bread's hands and cheek and tried to lull him to sleep, but with each pass, crumbs would come off and so would part of Butter herself. Before they knew it, they were both asleep together after all the stress they endured; some eerie but pleasant orange light had covered them, and they started to feel warm. Bread sighed a bit, feeling tension release and getting softer again, just for a moment. But Butter woke up, panicking and sweating, something was wrong, very wrong. Their worst nightmare came true, and they didn't even realize when their time had come. Fate had placed them in the oven!! Butter melted onto her lover, and Bread took her in before starting to toast a bit. In their final moments, they could only cry and be thankful for the moments they had in the kitchen, and the fact that they were leaving their world together. I hope she doesn't forget about me in Heaven. . . thought Bread, as Butter melted first. But he should have also hoped that the woman who was making her afternoon snack wouldn't forget he was in the oven. Bread burnt to death.

And so this tragic day was mourned by the other foods in the pantry, the fridge, and the fruit basket. Each patiently waiting for their turn, or hoping that consumers would never look their way so they could peacefully grow old and rot together.

Is this really just about food? Just wait until you see how many victims fell short to the blender.

And so the woman felt bad that she forgot her Buttered Toast in the oven, and she cried watching her favorite drama cartoon series "Food Frolic"

"That's it for this episode folks, next time, on Food Frolic!"