The Bread Thief

There was once a duck who lived down the road, he sold bread. The bread was the best in town. Every duckling loved chewing on his bread. One day, Duck's bread was stolen. He was so angry that he didn't even want to live anymore. His beak cracked open the door and he put on his hat. He was out to get revenge on the person who stole his bread. First, he asked the duck who lived next door. 'Did you steal my bread?' The duck asked. 'No, but I did see Mr Crackers with a packet of bread,' The duck who lived next door said. Duck walked away from his house and went down the road to Mr Crackers' house. There he spotted Mrs Crackers eating toast, with delicious jam, outside while sunbathing. 'Did your husband steal my bread?' Duck asked. 'No,' She replied. Sadly, Duck walked into the grocery store to buy some flour, butter, sugar, milk and eggs to make bread. Suddenly, while he was shopping, a bandit rushed into the shop holding a flame g*n. 'What the hell is that?' Duck thought. The bandit walked toward him with his webbed ducky feet sticking onto the ground. 'Your the bread maker right?' The bandit said. 'Yeah?' Duck replied nervously. 'You're coming with me,' The bandit muttered. He shot duck with the flame g*n and he was unconscious on the ground.