"You poor dears! Lost and Hungry? That just won't do. Come to my bakery, I'll give you some sweets."
"Hansel, it's very naughty to throw breadcrumbs at your sister. If you won't sit in the corner, You'll stand in the display case until your parents get here. Gretel, watch him while I put the kettle on."
"Pssst! Gretel, let me out."
"Why should I do that?"
"That old witch plans to eat us! She'll bake us into one of her pies."
"Hansel, you watch too many Tim Burton films." She retorts.
"Sweeny Todd is a true story!"
"No, it's a musical. I'm not listening to you."
The baker woman enters the back room. "Gretel! Would you tend the fire?"
As Gretel checks the oven she overhears the old crone; "Here you go Hansel, have some gingerbread. You're nothing but skin and bones. I'm going to fatten you up!"
Over his shoulder Hansel shoots Gretel a look of terror.
"Did you need help sweetie?"
The little girl freezes as the witch nears her and stammers; "I-I don't think the fire is hot enough, you should check." The cannibal cranes her neck into the flames.
Faced with the ultimate decision of life or death little Gretel places her bets.
Her story is never questioned.
