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By the time Bob said nobody touch the cake it was too late.

Whatever that fruitcake had been laced with was hitting Lace hard and Theodore was feeling the effects pretty quickly himself. His own pupils grew wide and he stumbled, nearly toppling onto his side like the small kitten beside him.

Everything was suddenly so colorful that it was nearly overwhelming.

Bob was close enough that Theodore stumbled towards him, lifting a pink paw to press against a furry orange shoulder. "You...are incredibly orange sir." He stated, with a dazed nod before he was scampering away and attempting to climb up the kitchen counter to get to the rest of the goodies.

He managed to get up, mostly, with his furry butt dangling over the edge, back paws scratching at the finished wood as he attempted to get all the way up.

Silk stared at his sister with a growing look of horror. He batted her paw away from his face, and then could only stare after her. Then at Theodore, who also was not acting like his usual a*****e self, and then he turned to stare at Bob, also worried the older cat was going to start losing his marbles soon.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT CAKE!?" He yowled.

While he could not say how he had done it, Theodore had climbed his way to the top of the counters looking as proud as lion over looking his pridelands might. Paws lifted to straighten his bowtie but then he was puffing his chest and nodding, to himself, before he scampered back and launched himself across to the island where everything tasty and good awaited.

"Let it be known that I am King Candy!" He declared, a decisive nod before he was clawing into celophane and releasing cookies and sweets from their plastic cages.

There was a mouthful of chocolate chip in his mouth before he was batting things off the counter left and right and onto the floor.

CRASH!

A tin clattered to the floor but Theodore didn't seem deterred or bothered. Instead, he tromped over to the edge and peered down at his subject.

"Feast, pesants."

"Relax?" Silk echoed, his voice getting high pitched. "RELAX!?" He echoed once more, as Theodore was now at the top of the counter and knocking s**t over, and his sister was still running circles like a hamster on a tinsel covered wheel. "HOW CAN I RELAX, BOB!?" Silk exploded.

"They've both gone nuttier than usual! They're turning this kitchen into a disaster zone!" Not to mention they were both making a serious mess of the kitchen. Chase wasn't going to be mad at him, was he? This totally wasn't his fault! Even though Bob had brought the cake, he was definitely going to throw Theodore under the bus...after all, it was King Stupid Candy up there that was making it rain sweets like it was Halloween or something.

He wasn't paying any attention to what was going on down below. No, Theodore was preoccupied, gorging himself on candy and sweets and sometimes other things. There was no finesse to the way he chomped down and if anyone thought to get close enough they would hear a noise between a growl and furious chomping.

It was gross, it was unpleasant, and it was undignified.

Perhaps that's why his stomach went from delighted and happy to upset and angry like someone had flipped the light switch. Panic filled his eyes as he felt bile crawl up his throat and he clambered over to the side of the counter.

No, no--

He projectile vomited, straight in Silk's direction.

Everything was falling around him. Silk could only look on in horror as like...the world ended. Bob had lost his mind. He was laughing non-stop, and then he was throwing up. Lace had stopped, and now she was throwing up. At his sister's pitiful plea, he was about to move towards her, but he was staring up at Theodore, watching as a---

A---

"Oh...UNHOLY MOTHER OF FU---" The next sound was the loudest yowl out of Silk up to date, as the stream made contact with the floor and a single nasty disgusting drop touched him. Silk went up and sideways so fast, his fur poofed out to the max. "---AWWWWWKING GOD YOU GROSS---" He landed away from the danger zone, eyes wide as that spot he had occupied became dead to him now. The kitten huffed from breathing heavily, and quickly padded his way over to his sister.

He leaned, and nudged her head gently with his nose. "Well---well maybe you shouldn't have eaten fruitcake." He said lamely, because at this point, he honestly didn't know what to do. "Guess you might as well just throw up some more and get rid of it."

Bleh.

There was barely anything left in the contents of his stomach after he finished upchucking, but somehow he managed to make it down from his counter throne without hurting himself.

Dazed paws carried him over to where the orange tomcat had passed out. It didn't take him very long before he was crawling up the larger cat's body and plopping himself atop the soft fur for a well deserved nap.

"Your king is going to nap." He declared, voice hoarse before he followed Bob's lead and zonked right out.