There once were three greedy grandmothers who were in bread factories in the same city.
Virginia who loved her cat Charlie, Cecilia who loved her electric scooter, and Evelyn
who loved only herself. These grannies loved baking bread, but the shelves weren't big
enough for the three of them. It all began with a little problem on the bread aisle.
Thomas likes the grandmother kind. Honey, there's three grandmother kinds.
A faithful letter soon arrived from Bigelow Groces Incorporated.
Dear baker, we love your bread, but we sell three grandmother breads.
Grandma Cecilius, Granny Ginny's, and Grandma Evelyn's.
Our loyal customers have complained about this redundancy.
You have one week to deliver a superior loaf to my office. Best, Charles Pounce, director
of retail. He is handsome.
Perhaps a little too handsome. They each set about to create a superior loaf, but for Evelyn,
good wasn't good enough.
You're fired. Evelyn, Evelyn, did you read this?
Indeed, Evelyn had read the letter, and Rufus' competition was her bread and butter.
Oh, just in time. Go ahead, open them.
Oh, you are the sweetest thing. I'd fall to pieces of anything ever happened
to either of the girls. I don't know what to say.
Ladies, a few crumbs of bread should never come between friends.
Handsome executive might. Charlie's out in the car.
A toast to bread.
As usual, Evelyn allowed Celia to pick up the check.
Please allow me a true friend here.
Oh, my. Not much remained of Virginia. Oh, Charlie.
Murderer. Her and her damn cat.
I didn't push the button. We should have had a closed casket.
I hope no tragedy befalls you. Bless your heart.
Yes, Inspector. Hundreds of them.
Thank you, honey. Thanks, Mom.
Well, this tastes like clashed pet.
Yes, Inspector. Gallons of it.
Mom, this tastes like weight my bottom.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
There was the last time anyone saw Cecilia Higgins. In one piece.
This is a nasty business. I shut her down permanently.
She's dead. I'm afraid so. Suicide.
Good heavens. Unfortunately, she cracked in my bread.
Oh. And shut my factory down, too.
Well, thank goodness we planned ahead.
You're dead, remember? Faking one's death is a class A felony.
You're going to prison, Virginia. And then in the meantime, I'm seizing your factory.
But our past. You are just too trusting, Virginia.
I'm now the exclusive bread supplier of Bigelow grocers.
With her competition eliminated, Evelyn could claim her prize.
I'm meeting with Mr. Pounce.
Charles Pounce, director of retail.
Um, the retail director's a woman.
Oh, my gosh. Am I getting pranked?
Are you?
Uh, one week to deliver, uh, to my office.
Charles Pounce!
Director of retail.
Oh, my gosh. I love him. Oh, he's, he's handsome.
Sweet Virginia, you really surprised me.
I never expected this. An ax.
You can't prove a thing.
I'm afraid I already did.
Like an eye of protection, watching over me.
You're just too greedy, Evelyn. I'll send a fresh love to the prison.
I think you need to put these in first.
Founder. This thing will hurt your under arrest.
With her competition eliminated, Virginia Wilson had big plans for her little factory.
A job well done. Now, let's expand this bakery, dears.
Mom, mom, this bread tastes like hatred.
Love you.
Love you too.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you.
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