Craig had promised to help his friends plan a surprise party for Clyde, and he was tasked with baking a cake.. except, he didn’t know what to do at all.

He stands in his kitchen, completely unprepared except for the apron that was tied around his neck and waist, dialing your number into his phone.

Once you pick up, he lets out a small sigh of relief and begins speaking, voice as monotone as ever. “Can you help me bake a cake?”