Bagelman woke from his drug-induced slumber with a headache, and a throbbing pain throughout his body. He tried to get up, something was holding him down, he couldn't really think straight... What time was it? How long had it been? He collapsed again on the bed. Hours later his mind was still foggy , until finally after nearly a day tied down and weak, Bagelman started to feel like himself again. Bagelman peered around his cell, while small, it was surprisingly modern, with sinks and a shower, along with a meal area, where 3 meals over the last day had piled up. He was still tied down, but he was Bagelman! As he pulled against the heavy metal chains, he felt the strength come back, he was the strongest bagel and wouldn't be held down by anyone or anything! The chains snapped and Bagelman was freed from the uncomfortable bed he was bound to. As Bagelman walked around his cell a voice came over an intercom on the concrete ceiling crackled out, "Hello, how are you holding up as my captive? I seem to have foiled your plans, and taken you prisoner. Also, you will need to be unconscious for this. It's deemed necessary for my experiments. Thank you for understanding, your worst nightmare, Donut Dude. Not like that matters to you anyway... "

Bagelman shook in anger, but couldn't muster anything against him. He slumped in defeat, and at that same moment knockout gas filled the room.

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"BAGEL FOOL WAKE UP!" A voice cut through Bagelman's sleeping mind. Bagelman jerked awake to see Donut Dude, he tried to move his hands...bound, legs...bound...head...pointed forward...mouth..gagged... Donut Dude looked at Bagelman with a fury, a death glare. He picked up a weapon and pointed it at Bagelman's head. "You know what will happen when the bullet hits your head right?" Donut Dude grinned.

"Hmmp.." Bagelman tried to speak.

"Did I ask you to speak..?" Donut Dude started to chuckle. "Because I don't think I did.

Donut Dude kept laughing while giving orders, "Guards, take him to his cell."

"Yessir." The guards droned on in unison.

Bagelman was blindfolded and pushed all the way to his cell. While being shoved and beaten Bagelman tried to memorize the way back to Donut Dude's office with no avail. Once at his cell Donut Dude's guards took off his blindfold, and he seems to be back at the cell he started in. But wait there's something off. This cell is even nicer than the last one with a fridge and a queen sized bed. Is Donut Dude trying to imprison or give him a hotel room? Bagelman sat on his chair, and thought about what he did wrong. He couldn't really remember too much. It was a blur really, he shot someone and a dart hit him in the back of the head. How long had he been here? A couple days at most..? It had been longer than he had wanted in the first place, he should escape from this villains prison, he was Bagelman, he could do it, right? After a little while of clearing his head, and quenching his hung Bagelman looked up on the pristine wall and found a digital clock, with a date. It was the twelfth of July, it was the third when he left, right? "What will my mom think?" Bagelman questioned while smacking the floor. He knew his mother would understand once he got out. He had to get out of here. Bagelman began to formulate a plan to escape his cell, and the complex. Having no floor plan or any idea where he was, Bagelman was winging it for the most part. After about a day of planning, and you know, sleeping and eating, and the works. He started by punching out the camera monitoring him, and starting the alarm. It turns out a bagel that is nearly seven feet tall, and lifts 300 pounds deadlifting before breakfast can push down a reinforced steel with ease. With a punch to the rye here and a gluten-freed kick to the stomach, both of the guards were moaning on the floor for mother or at least a bullet to the head. Picking up the Fortuna Fireballs they wielded, he began to walk down the cell block, quietly shooting down any guards who dare to question the bagel running around with a scowl. Soon he had a bag full of advanced weapons along with thousands of bullets for each weapon type, because what's a gun without the ammunition to use it. Shooting and punching his way through the lowly guards, he ran out of the prison block into the guard barracks. It would be a fight ot the death from here, and he would fight hard. Running into the dormitory were thirty Baguettes all pointing dart guns at him. With a Fireball in one hand, and an Advanced Auto Cupcake Cannon (AACC) in the other. A blast from the AACC into the middle of the swarm of guards split a path open. Turns out guards poured into the hole newly made to get a shot at this rotten bagel who was causing them all this trouble. Darts flew at Bagelman, and you may think that being so tall would be a death sentence here. But you're wrong. He's is so large he can take a tranquilizer dart if it doesn't hit a major artery, and when their dart plan failed the Baguettes, masters of the gun, charging him with Police-Issue Pretzel Rods. Now at close range Bagelman could strike. Bagelman hit one of the Baguettes so hard with a well placed punch that he flew through a window, and now he could escape! If he can get these annoying Baguettes out of his way, he would be free! With another cupcake soaring towards them the guards had little way to survive this shot but to hit the deck. With the baguettes on the floor, and a few seconds of safety Bagelman leaped out of the window and fell a measly five feet on to the next level of roof. With a view of the outside he saw where he really was, a famous skyscraper owned by the real estate giant, Lance Glazedale. He was in the middle of Bread City with nothing but a couple of weapons and no plan. Although outnumbered and threatened the sun would shine again for Bagelman,or Bread City would be in darkness, eternal darkness, even outer darkness.