"Mount Fudgesuvius is going to--" The gingerbread man initially turned, still shouting through the megaphone, before he realized how close they were and lowered it. "Sorry. This isn't a safe place to be, friends, we have an impending eruption on our hands."

He pointed up to the top of the mountain looming over the town, which was sending up dark billowing clouds of what looked like burnt sugar.

Molly looked dismayed. "Is that a volcano?"