Cake & Jake and the Bucket of Doom!!!

Once upon a time, the last-minute preparations for Cake and Jake's wedding were well underway.

Everything was going smoothly.

Guests were interacting:

While Al thought, "What was her name again?" Phyllis wondered, "Does his name starts with a 'T' or a 'P'?"

Meanwhile, in all the confusion, Matty realized, "Hey! If I move fast I can steal her wallet."

The family was in place:

"But your make-up tastes so good," said Gaby.

And a live chicken was removed from Jimmy's mouth:

"Hmmm!" mumbled Jimmy, "Hmmm! Hmmm!"

Suddenly, the guests disappeared!

The seats were all empty!

Even the rabbi was nowhere to be found!

"The horror!" cried Jack and Gaby. "The horror!"

Then, just as suddenly as they disappeared, everyone returned, having been unexpectedly detained in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, an 85-year old man who aged in reverse (making him appear only 7 years old) appeared before Cake and Jake.

"Locate the Secret Spy," he said, "to receive an important message."

However, in the craziness of wedding planning, they had left their "secret spy message-decoder songbook" back in the apartment.

Working desperately, Jake disappeared a moment then returned to sing every Broadway song nominated for a Tony since 1973, until the Secret Tune of the Week was located.

The Secret Tune captured the attention of the Secret Spy, who waved to get Cake and Jake's attention.

"Beware!" he warned. "An Evil Interloper seeks to disrupt your special day. Stop him before it is too late!"

The moment his message was complete, he disappeared in a cloud of gazpacho.

The escort cards were searched, but no one named Evil Interloper could be found.

Carol pondered, "We must have forgotten to make his card."

Meanwhile, back outside...

"Oh, what a nice day," said a mysterious, off-camera voice.

"Why, hello," Jimmy replied. "Who are you?"

"Never mind that," said the mysterious, off-camera voice. "You are now under my control and will do my bidding."

"Yes master," Jimmy replied. "Your will is my command."

"Find the Bucket of Doom and the Green Shovel," ordered the mysterious, off-camera voice. "Later, when you hear the phrase 'twin deer on the hillside' you will know what to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes master," Jimmy replied.

Jimmy looked around and dove into the wishing well...

... and retrieved the Bucket of Doom!

"Now that the Bucket of Doom and the Green Shovel are in my control," Jimmy cackled, "the world will be mine!"

"I must stop him," thought Jimmy's sister, Sammy. "But how?"

Later, during the wedding ceremony, in the middle of her reading, Aunt Jill said:

"Your shoulders are like twin deer on the hillside..."

Jimmy jumped up. "The code phrase!" he thought, then leaped into action.

"Go forth, my minion," cried the mysterious, off-camera voice, having revealed herself to be Fiona, Event Coordinator From Hell. "Go forth and wreak havoc."

"Disguised as rose petals," Jimmy explained to himself, "these miniature ink bombs will drench the party in ink! My name will live in infamy!!!"

Watching these nefarious events unfold, Sammy thought to herself, "I hope my plan works."

Will Cake and Jake notice the peculiar petals in time?

Many thoughts passed beneath the chuppah:

"I hope it doesn't rain," thought Steven.

"I hope the molten people from the earth's core don't erupt in a hail of lava," thought Daddy.

"Hmm?" thought Cake. "Those petals look odd..."

"Egads!" cried Cake. "Those aren't roses. Those are ink bombs from the Bucket of Doom!"

"Oh my!" Abby exclaimed. "My son has been transformed into an agent of evil! No more TV for him."

"Jake," Cake whispered, "don't look, but Jimmy is under mind control and laid petals from the Bucket of Doom in our path."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Jake said with a calming tone. "I already have a plan."

"It's too dangerous," Cake cried.

"All is well," Jake reassured. "Hold my hand and follow me."

"Everyone is safe?" Cake said, dumbfounded. "How'd you do it?"

"Remember when I disappeared," Jake explained. "During the photo shoot?"

"Yes," Cake said, as he drifted into a flashback...

"Jake, we look good up here," Cake said in the flashback. "Jake? Jake!"

"Then little Sammy tipped me off," Jake continued to explain as she returned to the flashback.

"That one?" asked Cohen. "No problem. I'll take him out."

"No," Jake said. "He mustn't be harmed. But here's the plan..."

"Will one cup really be enough?" Jake asked, still in the flashback.

"Yes," explained Arnie. "That's enough anti-ink repellant to protect the whole party. Then, the bombs can be set off and no one will be harmed."

"Ink, shmink," Ellen thought. "How does she get her hair to stay like that?"

"So," Jake said, "before the ceremony, we coated everyone's dresses with anti-ink repellent."

"So resourceful!" Cake replied.

"So, how did you stop Jimmy?" asked Jake.

"Well, I tripped him like this," Cake explained, "intercepted the ball, and scored the winning touchdown!"

"Um," said Jake, "I think that's a different story."

"Right," said Cake. "Sorry."

"So," asked Jake, "you mean to say, Jimmy is still running around possessed by pure evil?"

"Well," said Cake, "You could put it that way, yes."

"I think we need a volunteer."

"I got you," cried Jake.

"No, you don't!" Becky said. "Get Jack to volunteer for your dangerous mission."

"I'd love to volunteer for your dangerous mission to save the world," Jack explained, "but I, um, have dirty socks in need of a thorough washing."

"I've got him!" Gaby cried. "He'll do it!"

"Waaaaah!" Jack cried. "I don't wanna!"

Eight hours later...

"Is Operation SingSong secure?" asked Cake.

"Get him in place," said Jack, "and watch for my signal."

"I will steal your soul," said Jimmy.

"Okay, Jimmy," said Cake. "But first, come stand... right... over... HERE!"

Jack watched Cake's every step...

"Almost... almost... NOW!" Jack cried. "Operation SingSong! Go!"

At Jack's signal, each table began to chant...

... reciting the collected works of Shakespeare, in Pig Latin, four times.

It took nearly six weeks, but morale was high and the exorcism was taking hold.

After Gaby performed the interpretive cry of the highland chipmunk, it was all over. Jimmy was free.

Jimmy turned back into a regular boy, his bucket into a regular bucket, and his shovel into... a magic wand of awesome power!

"That was some weird trip," Jimmy said, scratching his head.

"Hmm?" thought Sammy, eyeing the shovel. "I think I can use that wand."

"I would have gotten away with it too," said Fiona, Event Coordinator From Hell, "if it weren't for those damn kids."

One could hear the swish of a particular green shovel before, moments later, Fiona turned into a pretty rose and never bothered anyone ever again.

The wedding resumed, everbody danced, and fun was had by all.