"Sacre bleu'berry!  Dr. Stalk!  Why have you transported me here NOW of all days?" piped Chef Poire as he landed with a plop in the Lab.  "I was in the middle of constructing my world famous Eiffel Tower souffle- so delicate, so sensitive- when I was whisked away for no 'appearant' reason.  Timing is everything in the baking business, and by now it is a puddle of poof."

"But surely you remember what day it is, dear fellow," said the  usually unflappable Dr. Stalk as he exchanged his lab coat for an apron.  "It is January 23, National Pie Day!  It's the day you promised to come and bake your Blueberry Tart so that we Morphadoodles have a chance to redeem ourselves at this year's bake-off.  As you may recall, last year we were humiliated when our Frog Hair Pie suddenly grew legs and hopped of the judges' table.  Why, even the kind-hearted Rachel Ray of Sunshine laughed at our expense."  A tear trickled from his enormous eye.  Suddenly, Egg-Burto the Magnificent appeared out of thin air, and with a flourish, he pulled a handkerchief out of his magician's hat.  As he took it, the scientist said, "Clearly I can see that we'll need you, too.  After all, we'll need every trick in the (recipe) book."  Egg-Burto cracked a smile and looked over easy at the data that Chef Poire held in his hand.  "I'd rather not be here for the beating of the egg whites, but let me produce the produce."  And with a whisk of his wand, a magnificent mountain of blueberries appeared.

They were so sweet and so generous that they practically danced into the mixture. Except, that is, for one that hung on to the side of the bowl.  "I don't want to cause a stir," she said, "but if you want to win, you don't want to fold me in."  "My name is Puffles," she said.  "I can make your dreams come true."  Sticking his head in the bowl, Dr. Stalk bent down until this most charming blueberry was at eye level.  "Is it true?  Could you, my sweet, blue friend, have the recipe for success?"  Puffles waved her magic wand and said the three magic words:  "Easy as pie."

Chef Poire, Dr. Stalk, and Egg-Burto stared at the Lab's kitchen counter.  Not only had an enormous pie appeared out of nowhere, but it was held by a chipmunk and a monkey.  "Say hello to my assistants, Chip Chipmunk and Momo Monkey.  They have brought you my fabled Surprise Pie.  I've created a filling the likes of which you've NEVER seen.  Enter it in the contest and you will surely take the cake."

"Ma chere Puffles, you have been so kind," gushed Chef Poire as he dusted her wings with powdered sugar.  "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" asked Egg-Burto.  "Well," said Puffles, "you know the spider that scared Little Miss. Muffet?  He's been hiding in my closet, and I couldn't be more scared."  Egg-Burto nodded his egghead with understanding.  "Nibblet and I know eggzactly what to do.  It just so happens that one of my most famous magic tricks is morphing a scary spider into a delightfully docile duck.  You don't have a problem with ducks, do you?"  Puffles smiled.  "Ducks?  I love ducks.  They really quack me up!"  With a wave of her wand, she vanished along with Chip and Momo. 

Chef Poire looked over at Dr. Stalk who was gazing hungrily at the Surprise Pie.  "Now, now, Dr. Stalk.  This pie is for the bake-off.  And remember, your EYE is always bigger than your stomach!"