if anyone lived in a pretty how town

I could feasibly make Jell-o by boiling water in the microwave, tossing fresh fruit into the mix and making a mold, which, now that I think of it, is probably why it's the beloved dessert of little old Jewish ladies everywhere, but I think we're out of Jell-o too. Wah.

I love the idea of knocking over a bakery, though! *Cue Pink Panther theme music*