Better believe Betty’s Bakery business bakes beautifully.
Betty’s biscuits, buns, brownies! Behold! Blissful breathtaking banana bread! Bounteous breads beckon. Boring, bland, bourgeois baking begone. Baker Betty’s born. Booyah!
But before breakfast, Betty’s brother Boris be bopped beside Betty’s baking brioche. Brother Boris boasted, “Boogie, baby, boogie”. Bread batches buckled, broke, busted.
Betty boohooed, bawled, burbled. But, by brunch, Boris’s boneheaded boogieing backfired. Betty blossomed, Betty bristled, Betty blazed, bellowed, boomed. Baker Betty became Big Boss Betty. Bang!
Battles began. Betty’s brioche blasted Boris’s beak. Boris bumped Betty. Betty booted Boris back. Bitterness brewed. Betty barked, “Baloney! Balderdash!” Betty banished bewildered, baffled brother Boris.
Betty, Big Boss Betty, breathed, “Bye-bye, Boris. Bye-bye.”
