Week 8 EOC : The Adventure (letter)

When I saw the Eiffel Tower in the horizon from my balloon, Passepartout told me we need to stop somewhere. As we got lower the smell of fine cheese filled the air and then accordion became clear, we stopped on a building a street away from the Eiffel Tower. Passerpartout began flirting with some of the ladies on the street, I already liked where this was going so I decided to enjoy Paris too. I asked Passepartout why are we in Paris, and just like that he was focused. He said that what we were getting is important for our business, he then escorted the ladies and myself to a baker shop two blocks up. And from one block away the smell in the air was refined with the sweetest bread in the world, I got some wine and we passed a few bottles around and we went into the bakery. From here the plan was to have the ladies charm up the workers so my partner and I could get in the back, we crept around and got to the kitchen. I quickly packaged some of the bread and took the batches in the oven, Passepartout went into another room in search of the recipe. Suddenly I hear a deep voice yell "Hey!" and as I looked up, there were four buff men in baker apparel in front of my way out. Already drunk with their bread in my bag I grabbed some flour, slowly approached them and began the fight. Quickly I blinded two of them with the flour and called out to Passepartout, and we brawled for our freedom! It was a tough fight still with two of them handicapped, but the moment more came is when we fled. I knocked a fridge down and that caused the electricity to spark a flame, the sight of fire made me run out even quicker. My partner and I left while managing to save two beautiful ladies that helped us with the plan. We ran away and back to our balloon, and once in and floating away we had all had a good laugh. Passepartout told me that this recipe was his grandmothers before her business got bought out, "the bread they made is amazing yes, but grandma meant for pretzels that would make you forget your name if you did not write it down.", the thought of something so good had to be shared with the world. We drank some wine, had some bread and some good French romance with the two ladies. That experience that made this snack possible is in every crunch and bite taken.