to jiggle like a vast grayish-white sea of Jell-O.
Then the view changed to a camera mounted under the ship. As the craft flew close to the surface, something extended from its bellyâa massive robotic arm with a scoop on the end as big as a school bus. It plunged beneath the surface and pulled up a wedge of thick white cheese.
âYou see, Rosemary Bliss,â said Mr. Butter, âthereâs plenty of Moonâs Cheese to be hadâmore than enough to feed every person in the nation one of your marvelous Moony Pyes.â
âGreat,â Rose said, feeling sick to her stomach. âThatâs just great.â
âMarvelous,â Gus muttered under his breath, dripping with sarcasm.
âYes,â said Mr. Kerr, unaware that it was the cat, not Rose, who had spoken. âIt is marvelous.â
âBut that was old footage from our last cheese run. Where are we now with the current launch, Mechanico?â asked Mr. Butter.
âAll systems go,â answered Mr. Mechanico, and he reached down to the control board and pulled a green lever.
At first, nothing seemed to happen.
Then, on the enormous video screen, Rose saw the cake-shaped building from the outside. From its top, swirls of white smoke curled into the air. âWhatâs that?â she asked.
âA launch pad,â Mr. Butter replied.
âFor what?â Rose asked.
Mr. Butter eyed Rose with faint disdain. âFor the rocket ship. Which we are now launching. Which will go to the moon. And fetch us more cheese.â His broad, thin smile reappeared. âEasy. As. Pie.â
Rose clutched Gus in her arms. The mason jars began to rattle on the shelves, and there was a whirlwind of noise. The smoke on the screen thickened, and the rattling grew fiercer and fiercer and thenâ
All of a sudden, it stopped.
For a moment, Rose thought she could make out a tiny rocket ship soaring into the dark-blue sky on the video screen, but she wasnât completely sure.
âThere it goes,â said Mr. Butter with an elated sigh. He pinched his own cheeks and smacked his nonexistent lips together. âWe should be all cheesed up in two weeks or so.â
Roseâs heart sank. With her help, thereâd be no stopping the unholy alliance of the Mostess Snack Corporation and the International Society of the Rolling Pin.
âCome along, Rose,â said Mr. Butter. âThatâs not even the main attraction. Thereâs still more!â
âMore?â Rose repeated weakly. âIsnât that enough?â
Mr. Butter wagged a stick-thin finger. âThereâs something else I need to show you. Something very important.â He folded himself back into the front seat of the golf cart, then scowled. âDonât look so down in the mouth! Weâll have your Moony Pyes out there in the world lickety-split!â
Thatâs what Iâm afraid of, Rose thought to herself. But she got into the back of the cart without another word.
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It wasnât even noon yet, but Rose could see heat waves piping up from the road as Mr. Kerr pulled up in front of another building. This one was in the shape of a giant pastry bag, plumped up at the bottom but narrowing to a fluted glass tip at the very top.
âYouâre going to like this one, Rose,â said Mr. Butter as Mr. Kerr parked outside the towering glass doors.
âIf you say so,â Rose muttered, following Mr. Butter and Mr. Kerr through the buildingâs grand lobby. In place of flower arrangements, there were bouquets of candies and cookies. âThis looks almost like a hotel,â she said.
âThatâs because it is a hotel,â said Mr. Kerr.
âAnd people say children arenât observant!â said Mr. Butter.
âA hotel for who?â Rose asked. âThe families of the bakers?â
âCertainly not,â said Mr. Butter. âThis is a hotel for guests to the compound.â
They boarded a
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