Okay, what if we just send Martha an E-mail,
so we're not just standing in her office, begging some receptionist?
That won't do anything. Yes, it will.
I craft amazing business E-mails. I went to Wharton.
Please don't, Max. That's all I have left.
Max, Caroline, I found something at the restaurant trade show you might be interested in.
The only restaurant trade I'm interested in is if we can exchange you for anybody else.
You won't be laughing in a minute.
Look, it's a cupcake from the new state-of-the-art cupcake ATM machine.
Sprinkles cupcakes plans to be put them everywhere.
Soon, everyone will be able to just push a button.
Day or night, and get the cupcake.
So, I guess what I'm saying is, you might be screwed.
Delicious... And no attitude.
Well, more bad luck. I thought you were kidding, but the machines are taking over.
We can't compete with that. The business is done. Game over.
Man, you are never gonna make it in the future.
This is where the humans fight.
This is where we march down to Martha Stewart and demand a damn blurb.
So we can compete with the machines... Just like in "Terminator 2: rise of the desserts."
Fine. Let's go see Martha. She's our only hope.
My lucky necklace is gone. We can no longer just wait for magic to happen.
Uh, thank you, by the way, for never telling me that our former plan was magic.