Back at the cottage, Marie was humming and lighting all eleven candles on the cake, which was too tall, very crooked, and, of course, runny. She carefully lit each candle by breathing a puff of fire on them. "There! Whoop!" she said, quite satisfied, after she blew out the fire. Then she noticed the cake was starting to run and held it up with a broom. She turned to Vixey and asked, "Well, what do you think of it?" "Of course, dear. What do you think of the dress?" Vixey asked nervously. Marie nodded. "Mm-hmm, I think so. What do you think, Sandy?" Sandy began, "While I..." "Where?" asked Sandy.