In this story, a piece of toast named Buttersy has an uncomfortable bus ride to work. How will she deal with the terrible smell? This is Part 3 of 5. The bus kept going as the morning sun rose higher and higher. The candy passengers begun to seem uncomfortable. They wiped sweat off their foreheads and fanned themselves using their wrappers. The temperature was rising. Buttersy had a painful look on her face as she sniffed. “What’s that smell?” She scanned the bus and found the offender. In the middle of the bus was a middle-aged piece of cheesecake. He sat at the window and almost took up two seats because of his size. He was sweating, breathing heavily and groaning. The passenger next to him left her seat and decided to stand at the front. “Ugh, it’s disgusting,” said Buttersy, now holding her nose, not worried about what others will think. “How can he be so inconsiderate? A thing like that shouldn’t leave the house without a wrapper!” Choco laughed, knowing that Buttersy wasn’t serious, but only expressing her frustration. He said, “This is public life. Just keep breathing through your mouth; we’re not far from our stop.” Buttersy held her nose, getting angrier and angrier. She noticed the bus was equipped with a huge air conditioning system, but it was only blowing a tiny breeze. “What’s going on!? Are these candies all crazy?” she said, noticing how the others just tolerated the sour smell that filled the bus. “I’d prefer to have a bird peck out my eyes than this.” As the journey continued, the smell only got worse and worse.