Cake City was even bigger than Soda City, with thicker walls that were still a bit taller, made baked batter. Three grown men could climb on top of each other and still barely reach over. They also had towers where they would be storing some kind of weaponry, Jack imagined. The weather was still cold around those parts, but the ambient was more soggy than freezing.
That something Jack didn’t really appreciate all that much.
He walked up to the walls while shaking quite a bit, his clothes still moist and cold on the inside.
“Who approaches?!” the guard yelled from the nearest watchtower.
Jack shivered to stop trembling and answered firmly. “My name is Jack O’ Creams, sir.”
“O’Creams??” Jack saw a head pop out wearing a square helmet that showed only the basic features of the face, so
