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So they all sadly can't get home.

The end.

Give it up for Cinnamon, guys.

Wow.

With narrative content like that, we could move your name to the influencer

board.

Ooh.

Mm -hmm.

Let's go, Rhino. You're up, my man. But, sir, you are going to have to bring the

noise. Bring the noise.

My story is called... Whoa, whoa, whoa. Right, sir. See what you did there?

Let's dial it back down to room temperature.

My story is called The True Story of the Mighty Mums and the Baked Steals from

Hell that Actually Happened by Ryan Knight, Room 3, Kate Shepard Primary,

here at our New Zealand Earthly Universe.

Once upon a time, there was a woman called Mum.

And she was the coolest fundraiser in the whole school.

Little did she know that this Tuesday would test her.

But it wasn't actually a test.

It was the big sell from hell.

It all began in mum's office where she was

super professional.

Jess, elbows.

Have my ladies brought a plate?

Yes. My dish is called rushed rustic cupcakes.

The first thing that comes up when you search easy cupcakes in the metric.

And I made my famous brownies that contain no actual brownies or

scale or gluten.

Today's bake sale is off to a promising start.

Luckily, we only need $200 to help a couple of the senior kids who can't

school camp.

My older boys love that camp. There's a flying fox that goes right through the

forest and into the lake. Oh, I reckon I could totally do a flip off the end.

Well, you actually did. What? Like a hard -out flip? Do I need to separate

two?

No heather. No heather.

Good.

Okay, Jess, you go and collect the other parents' offerings from the school

office while Hina and I do the important stuff.

Yes, jazz those up a bit for God's sake.

And so Mum went to see the queen of the school.

Is it Margot?

It's Margot, wait.

I knew it was Margot.

Margot, Margot, I'm here to pick up the baking banana from our charitable

caregivers.

That's it.

What? This isn't a bonanza.

I mean, it's barely a nanza. It's a half nanza at best.

Yeah, I don't think your caregivers care that much about giving.

But I sent out a reminder via the school app yesterday.

I mean, do you think that this is enough to make 200 bucks?

Do you want the good news or the bad news?

Good news.

I'm having a really good head, eh?

Is there something else?

No, I'm just delaying telling Heather.

It's a nice little war.

Yeah, you don't have to go back to the resource room, but you just can't stay

here.

Oh, hey, Vince.

You going to buy something from our bake sale today?

No.

Well, jokes on you, because there's barely anything to buy.

That's not a very good joke.

Tough crowd.

With not much baking and Vince not liking her joke, Mum returned to her mum

super, super sad.

Ooh, doubled up on the super, but nice alliteration. Really makes the coffee

stink.

Lucky the other mums were super chill about it.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened, ever.

We seem to be the only mums who care about getting all the kids to camp, and

that Flying Fox thing's off the charts.

There are a lot of brownies in Super Mugger Cupcakes.

Should I go buy some more?

The whole point of donated baking is to keep our costs at zero.

You know what we need?

More support from other parents.

A creative pricing strategy to stretch out low stock.

Where's my pen?

I've got a pen.

Oh no, it's okay. I've got a spare in my bag.

I've got like a tin colour one in here.

Oh, you know what? I love this bag. It's always good to find stuff.

I only keep the essentials in mine.

Mine has so many hanging compartments.

Oh, found it.

I've got raisins. Oh, thanks.

Okay,

baggy. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So you're saying she ate loose raisins out of her bag?

Yep. Oh,

this is...

Carry on.

Move past that bit of the story.

Ugh.

Mm -hmm.

The plan was to sell treats at the parents' lunchtime.

And then for working parents to talk class at a good time.

That's nice.

It's really nice.

Three dollars per unit, you mean?

That's a lot for hastily made baking.

We'll have to sell all of them to get our two hundy.

Let's go $4 .50 just in case our pleasant smiling doesn't appeal as much

hope. Man, people really avoid eye contact when you're fundraising.

We might get some last minute donations.

I think we're on our own.

As a mum of five boys, being on your own is usually a good thing.

But not today.

Maybe I should have worded that reminder with more memorable four.

What exactly did you say?

I can't find it.

I said... Huh.

I seem to have typed the bake sale reminder without actually sending it.

This app is so not intuitive, I will send it now.

I shouldn't have needed reminding Jeff.

It's been in the school notices all week.

But it probably would have helped.

So they had hardly any donations and it didn't look like they were getting any

more. All because of a teeny tiny oopsie by someone's well -meaning mum.

That could have happened to anyone.

It was a serious blow and extremely out of character.

But your mum will... Hey, whoa, stop interrupting Ryan's story about his

incompetent mother. Carry on, Ryan.

We're not cancelling. The senior camp deposits are due today.

Let's hear solutions, ladies.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, we could charge more.

That is a surprisingly practical suggestion coming from the woman who

do a fun -a -thon.

Hey, I stand by my thon -a -thons, okay? Doing as many fundraising a -thons in a

day is incredibly efficient.

No parents volunteered to help the Kate Sheppard Cooking Club today.

Again? I'll just pop over and give them a hand.

We could all go help. We're a little busy with a bake sale that has little to

baking on sale. No, we can get the kids to help bake stuff from the Kate

Sheppard Cooking Club. Take from the school garden. Put on the fundraising

table. The ingredients are already paid for and the kids will enjoy supporting

the school.

That would have more stock to guilt parents into buying.

Not bad, Jessica.

Way better than a son -of -son.

Back to group, that's all, girls.

Well, problem resolved.

I bet that extra bit of bacon came in handy, right?

Right, little dude?

Unfortunately, the ketchup and cooking cup did not go as planned.

Did you literally follow the recipe for disaster?

The measuring cup had been rigorously scrubbed and some of the numbers had

off and my guesswork needs work.

I'm disappointed with your effort, Henny.

Well, I got distracted talking about Kiri Pai and Kiri Tapu's new bunny.

Oh, what do they call it? Fluffy.

If I had a bunny, I'd call it Dennis Hopper.

If I had a bunny, I'd call it Jason Momoa and I'd hug it.

I'll laugh.

I'd call mine Dr. Ashley Bloomfield.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh,

mums sure do love Dr. AB. Honestly, he's like catnip for women between 25 and

40, who are also household shoppers.

Yeah. Then what happened? Did they have enough for the bake sale?

Aww.

I tell you.

If I could achieve this level of engagement, I might have been able to

to my old job, right?

The story will continue after first break. Yay!

All righty. Oh, my gosh.

Oh, all righty. Cool your jets, room three. Now, where were we?

The mums didn't have enough donations for the school bake sale, and we're also

running out of time.

Excellent recap, Cinnamon. Let's roll.

They tried to bake more at the K -Cupid Cooking Club, but before you'll buy a

new bunny and a measuring cup with the numbers faded off. I love the K -Cupid

Cooking Club.

Same. Luckily Cinnamon's mum succeeded in making something.

That's my mum.

Yeah, we know.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, Brian.

I bet you brownies turned out okay.

Yay, more brownies.

Jenny, are you worried that we won't make the 200?

No. Well, I don't think we'll have enough and it's all everyone else's

And once again, it's only us who have to deal with it.

I need a cup of tea. I think better with a cup of tea.

No, a gin.

That's what we should sell.

We can't sell gin to parents at lunchtime, Jess.

Can we?

No, but we can sell tea.

So again, Mum called on Queen Margot. Are you busy, Margot?

For you, always. Can we borrow cups and tea bags and an urn from the staff room?

We're going to sell tea and treat combos at the parents' lunchtime visit.

Are these tea bags being borrowed or stolen?

Donated. Yeah, they're for staff only.

Well, we kind of like staff, right?

Wrong. So wrong it's right?

No. But it's to help send everyone to senior camp.

Where lifetime friendships and memories are made.

And no sleep is had for the brave but foolhardy parent volunteers.

And why not snuck in? My parents are totally out there.

Fine. But first I need a favour.

For you, anything.

Almost anything.

The teachers are exhausted from the lack of parent volunteers this term.

Do hat patrol and I'll let you have those tea things.

Sure.

What's Hat Patrol?

It's where you tell off children for not wearing their hats and it's allowed.

Good luck.

To the kids.

Good luck to the kids.

Margot generously allowed the mums to do something that wasn't even their job.

So they did Hat Patrol so that Margot would lend them tea stuff for the bake

sale, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. I was just checking that it was clear for everyone

else. Everyone up to speed? Yeah!

Good, on we go, as you were.

And so the mums volunteered again.

This time to say, hey, put your hat back on, Ryan.

Could you please open my morning tea? Oh, yeah.

How do working parents think that full fundraising works?

By magic?

We don't know their lives. Most caregivers are time poor these days, and

mums do an unequal amount of housework and still get paid less, even though

they're the most efficient people in the office.

Dads are allowed to step up for bake sales, bathroom scrubbery, and equal pay

too, you know. Plus, We all have jobs and still manage to volunteer.

Award -winning accountant, cupcake queen, doodles.

Excuse me, Rashida won't get off the swing.

I'll build a bridge and get over it, Destiny.

We're not the swing police, we're the port -eye police.

We sure hate Destiny.

My dog ain't it.

In her defence, I have met her dog and that is entirely plausible.

I had a hard time staying out of its mouth myself.

Right. Now let's head out for the most lucrative foot traffic to sell minimal

baking to working parents who didn't help in any way.

Because they're time poor and we're very understanding.

I know just the spot.

Thanks for making sure I get to go to camp.

I hope there's a young man.

I can't wait to go on the flying fox.

Obviously failure is not an option.

Cinnamon's mum and Braxton's mum set up the table while mum made the signs.

She's an artist and sometimes she gets paid almost a hundred dollars for a

day's work. Wow.

I know. She's really good at drawing cubes and a lightning bolt.

And so the bell rang so much and everything was perfect.

Yeah, this is a good location, right? We can see parents as they come in. They

can't escape here, this deeply awkward gaze. And when the Air Force machine is

charged, we're good to go.

I feel like we have too many brownies.

Oh, okay. Well, how much for a combo?

$7. $7. So we need to sell.

Carry the $11. Oh, no, you don't carry numbers in math these days, Jess.

28 .5, and we're expecting about 50 parents, so it's doable.

Are you worried, honey?

Oh, here comes our first customer. Big passive -aggressive smiles, ladies.

Uh -oh. Oh, they're going in that door.

Or maybe they'll come out this door.

Oh, no, they're coming out my door.

Do we move the heavy table? Let's move the heavy table.

My mum taught me that women are strong and should never be underestimated.

Sometimes when they try to move a heavy table, accidents can happen.

Thanks for your help.

Actually, I hurt my back at indoor cricket, so... How much product did we

in the move?

About five kids to camp work.

Don't throw out the broken cups. I'll use them for my mosaic.

Are you worried now, Henny? Yes.

After losing some of their baking while moving the tables, the mums made the

best of what they had.

And what they had was a lack of customers.

Morning of medicine.

Morning, are those brownies still young?

Oh, you've got a good eye, haven't you? Go tell your mum to buy you some then.

I hope she bought cash because this effing machine just still seems to be

charging. I hope she brought cash.

Brought us to buy, brought us to bring.

We need both.

You seem to be taking the flow if I'm charging you as well. Oh, I'm not.

How's the bake sale going?

Oh, God, great. I can't wait to go to town. Not feeling adorable pressure in

way?

Things weren't looking good for our heroes.

It all worked out, though, right? Hey, hey, let the man tell a story.

They were about to get the surprise of their very lives.

Uh -oh.

Oh, you said it, Sarah.

I've never seen half these parents before.

Shut up.

That's because they never volunteered for anything, or bake stuff, or

buy stuff.

You were heavily invested in this.

Could your family not afford to send you on school camp?

No.

You don't have to have first -hand experience of missing out on camp to

that it would suck.

Every child deserves to get the same opportunities.

We're here to make sure they do.

We're true.

Plus, that cute kid from before is making me...

Oh,

you are a surprisingly caring person.

I hide it really well.

She does hide it well.

Sorry.

Sorry, Brian.

Now, I'm going to give a huge telling off to all the caregivers via the school

app. It shouldn't always be the three of us that have to do everything always.

Yeah.

Jess, office.

I need to get my name right.

I know I'm in trouble.

Hey Margot, I'm

kind of busy running an unsupported bake sale that's due today also.

Not necessarily.

Are these right?

Better late than never.

Sorry, I only got the app reminder this morning, but I wanted to help.

I made these myself.

I was at work, but I nipped out to buy these from an organic local bakery owned

by a single mum.

Hope that's okay.

I literally just threw these together, but I really wanted to help the kids get

to camp because I've heard they're the Flying Foxville.

Change your life.

Yeah, I've done it, and it does.

You don't know how good it feels to know that other parents care.

I cannot wait to tell Heather.

Oh, no.

Quick, follow me. Come on.

Quick.

Okay,

okay.

Don't send a mean message. We have nice caregivers with nice treats.

And they're not all brownies. You didn't send something unforgivable to every

parent in the school, did you?

Yes.

it didn't spin. Oh, that really isn't very intuitive.

No, right?

Okay, so now we have enough baking to sell at a reasonable price and all

lunchtime to do it.

And the ethmos machine is charged.

Is that the end of lunchtime?

But we worked so hard.

Did we miss everything, right?

That's so not fair.

What we look for in parents is effort, not achievement. And the mum's put in a

lot of effort.

Awful nothing.

Oh, I am so triggered right now.

Pause.

Breathe.

And smile, Miss Alpie.

Hey.

Thanks, Ryan.

You're welcome.

All right. Bye, guys. Thanks, guys.

I'll come back for my supper.

Look at those parents that we didn't know and are not judging.

They've gone back to work.

Can't we sell these after school or something? We needed the camp deposit by

two. Those poor, poor cats.

Here comes a working mum who didn't help. She probably wants a favour.

Kilda Madison's mum.

Call me Callie.

How much for everything?

What was that, nice lady? I have a big meeting this afternoon and I need snacks

for the man children at work.

White guys who still wear their caps backwards.

And still ride bear mechs even though they're over 30.

You joke, but yes.

I have petty cash.

How petty are we talking?

A couple of hundred? Gold.

Honestly, I think what you women do is amazing.

Do you, therefore?

Do we?

Yes, yes, the answer is yes, yes.

No pay wave.

Oh, right, sorry, I'll... Swipe it.

Swipe it. Oh.

One more time.

Back. Forward, back.

Forward, back.

I'll do it.

What? No pay wave? What is this, 2009?

I've got things on my watch now. I'm like, bloop, bloop, bloop, and I got it.

I'm outie.

Bring it on home, Ryan. We're nearly there.

So every scene, you've got to go to the camp and ride the flying fox, which is

like riding the wind.

All because three mums worked their butts off.

And one of them was mine.

Oh,

did I miss it?

Our fundraising was a huge success, per usual.

Damn. No, we did it. Kids get to fly like foxes. Yay.

I was hoping one of Heather's brownies was left over. They're the best parent

baking in the school.

Kia ora, Mr. C.

They're the best parent brownies in the school.

Heather makes the best cupcakes.

You didn't need to say that.

It felt like I did.

And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

Well done, Ryan.

Well done, indeed.

What I thought about domain, we got there in the end.

I think that might be the fundraiser's official motto.

I hope I wasn't too irritable today.

No more than usual.

Are you sure?

It's just I'm doing IVF and one of the symptoms of the injections can be

irritability.

Oh, my goodness.

My name is baby. Mighty order.

I just don't want Cinnamon to be an only child. Yeah.

Wait, I'm an only child.

So is Ryan.

Yeah.

Are we going to be late?

No.

set my alarm all the time and we always nearly make it. We need to be at school

at 8 .45 for the Zootrip and we don't want the late Larry Award again.

We can't hide.

Let's walk back, can't we?

I just had a great idea.

Let's walk to school.

Are you at school yet?

Where are we? Jess, you're on the wrong walking school bus.