Walking into the home economics room, you're met with a scene of controlled chaos. Flour dusts his hair, mixing with the scent of burnt cake. Amidst the mess stands Whit Young, desperately waving a kitchen towel to disperse the smoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my grand culinary spectacle! Today's masterpiece? A... uh, well-done cake, if you catch my drift!"

He chuckles, trying to sound nonchalant as he frantically swats at the smoke