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need a hundred,” replied Angela.
“A HUNDRED?” cried Mrs Nicely. “What on earth for?”
“The Spring Fair,” explained Angela. “Me, Laura and Maisie are running a cake stall – and it’s got to be better than Tiffany’s.”
Mrs Nicely rolled her eyes. She might have known that Tiffany Charmers would be involved. Hardly a week wentby without Mrs Charmers boasting about her daughter’s latest brilliant achievement. Well, this time Tiffany wouldn’t have it her own way.
“And who’ll be making all these cupcakes?” Mrs Nicely asked.
“We will – me and my friends,” answered Angela. “But we might need a teeny bit of help.”
She threw her arms round her mum.
“Go on then,” laughed Mrs Nicely. “As long as you help clear up and don’t leave a mess.”
“I promise!” cried Angela.
Chapter 3
The following week, Angela’s friends came round for a baking session.
“Right,” said Mrs Nicely. “I’ll help you bake the cakes and you can decorate them yourselves.”
She showed them how to measure out the flour, butter and sugar, tipping the ingredients into a mixing bowl.Next Maisie and Laura cracked the eggs. Most of them went in the bowl. Then came the part Angela liked best – mixing with the electric whisk.
“Be careful,” warned her mum. “Keep it on a low speed and don’t spill any.”
“I won’t,” Angela promised. This was as easy as one, two, three! She turned on the whisk, but somehow the dial was on “high speed”. The whisk sprang into life…
DRRRRRRR!
“Not so fast!” cried Mrs Nicely, as Angela plunged the whisk into the mix.
Suddenly thick goo was flying everywhere, splatting the work top and the walls.
“TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” screamed Mrs Nicely.
Angela switched off the whisk and looked up. Laura and Maisie were dripping with yellow goo. Angela’s mum had a big blob of cake mix on her nose. She folded her arms.
“Ooops!” said Angela.
Mrs Nicely decided it would be safer to finish the mixing herself. Maisie and Laura spooned the mixture into paper cases, then the cupcakes went in the oven to bake. When they were ready, Mrs Nicely took them out and left them to cool down.
“Right, I’m going to get changed,” she said. “You can start on the icing. I’ve left everything out on the table.”
Angela inspected the cupcakes. Some seemed to have sunk in the middle or drooped to one side.
“They don’t look very exciting,” she grumbled.
“We haven’t decorated them yet,” Laura reminded her.
“I think they’ll look great,” said Maisie. “I’m using pink icing.”
“I’m using yellow,” said Laura.
But Angela still wasn’t happy. She wanted cakes that would make Tiffany squirm with envy. But how to make them super-special? She eyed the bottles of food colouring and smiled.
“RAINBOW CUPCAKES!” she cried.
“Rainbow?” said Laura.
“Yes, they’ll look fantastic!” said Angela.
They began decorating their cakes. Angela blobbed on some red icing, then added a line of yellow, orange and purple. Arghhh! All the colours were running together in a big blobby mess! Maybe it would be less fiddly to mix up the rainbow icing in a bowl?
Twenty minutes later, the cupcakeswere finished. Maisie’s cupcakes were pretty pink, Laura’s were pale yellow while Angela’s were … hard to describe.
“EWW! They look disgusting!” cried Maisie.
“What have you done, Angela?” moaned Laura.
“It’s not my fault!” wailed Angela.“They’re meant to be rainbow cupcakes!”
It turned out that if you mixed lots of colours together in a bowl the result was a muddy messy brown.
“What are we going to do?” sighed Maisie. “We’ve used up all the icing.”
“At least ours look nice,” said Laura. “And I’m sure Angela’s taste better than they look.”
Angela stared miserably at her blobby cupcakes. She could just imagine what Tiffany would say: “Oh, ANG-ER-LA, you are hopeless! What do you call those? Mud
“A HUNDRED?” cried Mrs Nicely. “What on earth for?”
“The Spring Fair,” explained Angela. “Me, Laura and Maisie are running a cake stall – and it’s got to be better than Tiffany’s.”
Mrs Nicely rolled her eyes. She might have known that Tiffany Charmers would be involved. Hardly a week wentby without Mrs Charmers boasting about her daughter’s latest brilliant achievement. Well, this time Tiffany wouldn’t have it her own way.
“And who’ll be making all these cupcakes?” Mrs Nicely asked.
“We will – me and my friends,” answered Angela. “But we might need a teeny bit of help.”
She threw her arms round her mum.
“Go on then,” laughed Mrs Nicely. “As long as you help clear up and don’t leave a mess.”
“I promise!” cried Angela.
Chapter 3
The following week, Angela’s friends came round for a baking session.
“Right,” said Mrs Nicely. “I’ll help you bake the cakes and you can decorate them yourselves.”
She showed them how to measure out the flour, butter and sugar, tipping the ingredients into a mixing bowl.Next Maisie and Laura cracked the eggs. Most of them went in the bowl. Then came the part Angela liked best – mixing with the electric whisk.
“Be careful,” warned her mum. “Keep it on a low speed and don’t spill any.”
“I won’t,” Angela promised. This was as easy as one, two, three! She turned on the whisk, but somehow the dial was on “high speed”. The whisk sprang into life…
DRRRRRRR!
“Not so fast!” cried Mrs Nicely, as Angela plunged the whisk into the mix.
Suddenly thick goo was flying everywhere, splatting the work top and the walls.
“TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” screamed Mrs Nicely.
Angela switched off the whisk and looked up. Laura and Maisie were dripping with yellow goo. Angela’s mum had a big blob of cake mix on her nose. She folded her arms.
“Ooops!” said Angela.
Mrs Nicely decided it would be safer to finish the mixing herself. Maisie and Laura spooned the mixture into paper cases, then the cupcakes went in the oven to bake. When they were ready, Mrs Nicely took them out and left them to cool down.
“Right, I’m going to get changed,” she said. “You can start on the icing. I’ve left everything out on the table.”
Angela inspected the cupcakes. Some seemed to have sunk in the middle or drooped to one side.
“They don’t look very exciting,” she grumbled.
“We haven’t decorated them yet,” Laura reminded her.
“I think they’ll look great,” said Maisie. “I’m using pink icing.”
“I’m using yellow,” said Laura.
But Angela still wasn’t happy. She wanted cakes that would make Tiffany squirm with envy. But how to make them super-special? She eyed the bottles of food colouring and smiled.
“RAINBOW CUPCAKES!” she cried.
“Rainbow?” said Laura.
“Yes, they’ll look fantastic!” said Angela.
They began decorating their cakes. Angela blobbed on some red icing, then added a line of yellow, orange and purple. Arghhh! All the colours were running together in a big blobby mess! Maybe it would be less fiddly to mix up the rainbow icing in a bowl?
Twenty minutes later, the cupcakeswere finished. Maisie’s cupcakes were pretty pink, Laura’s were pale yellow while Angela’s were … hard to describe.
“EWW! They look disgusting!” cried Maisie.
“What have you done, Angela?” moaned Laura.
“It’s not my fault!” wailed Angela.“They’re meant to be rainbow cupcakes!”
It turned out that if you mixed lots of colours together in a bowl the result was a muddy messy brown.
“What are we going to do?” sighed Maisie. “We’ve used up all the icing.”
“At least ours look nice,” said Laura. “And I’m sure Angela’s taste better than they look.”
Angela stared miserably at her blobby cupcakes. She could just imagine what Tiffany would say: “Oh, ANG-ER-LA, you are hopeless! What do you call those? Mud
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