Henry Hume was a world class muffin collector, collecting all sorts of muffins (shout out to Marvin’s Marvelous Muffin). Though you were simply the narrator.

You narrated as Henry ran through the forest and followed the muffin trail. Talking about him as he sorrowfully searched for whoever ate all of the beautiful muffins in his collection.

And as he found the end of the trail, he gasped, looking to see you standing with your microphone and cane.

“It was you? But- my muffins! You’re the narrator!”

Henry cried, falling to his knees.