Home of the Screaming Cupcake

Barista’s Bakery home of the screaming cupcake I had to rush inside to see what this meant. Screaming was happening in two corners of the room. One boy was devouring a purple cupcake. It was screaming bloody murder. Another couple was gnawing on a carrot cupcake. It was shrieking as if it was in labor. I have to have one I said. Which one is the loudest screamer? That’s the mother-of-all-screams lemon cupcake, the baker said. Before I even got started the cupcake began to yell “HELP! POLICE!”