Anthropomorphic breakfast foods in a cartoon city street parade, with syrup spilling from a giant orange juice bottle.

make this a photo Last night, I dreamed I was running late for school—but instead of buses, the whole street was filled with giant pancakes marching in a parade. Each one wore shoes, hats, and had little syrup mustaches dripping down their faces. Some were fluffy like clouds, others were thin like crepes, but all of them were humming a marching tune that sounded suspiciously like the chicken dance. One pancake stopped, looked at me, and shouted, “Hop on if you don’t want to be syrup-squished!” Before I knew it, I was riding on its shoulders like it was giving me a piggyback ride. The pancake smelled so good that I almost took a bite out of it—but it wagged its buttery finger at me and said, “Rude!” The parade marched straight into the town square, where a waffle was giving a speech about “Breakfast Rights.” The pancakes booed, the waffles hissed, and then—out of nowhere—a giant scrambled egg bounced into the middle yelling, “Can’t we all just get along?” Just when it seemed like a full-on food fight was about to break out, a massive bottle of orange juice rolled down the hill, spraying everyone and making them slip and slide like it was a water park. I couldn’t stop laughing as I slid across the square, syrup in my hair, butter on my shoes. See more