Inside, however there was a party going on. The sticky chickies were rocking to various songs by the Dixie chicks and doing the chicken dance (which is quite funny with no arms.)
Somehow during the party an intruder made their way inside. The intruder was obviously not a big Dixie Chicks fan. The next morning when I awoke I found that the entire sticky chicky population had been murdered.
This poor guy was stabbed to death by a toothpick. I never knew sticky chickies bled chocolate.
I tried to quickly hide the evidence because getting the police involved would have been a major pain. Just for future reference...sticky chickies covered in chocolate blood are some good sticky chickies.
This is the murder weapon before I licked it clean got rid of the evidence.
This little chicky was obviously killed by a whopper cannonball. I got rid of this evidence as well.
This poor little chicky was hung by the neck by a strawberry twizzler. I quickly cut him down and gave him mouth to mouth, but it was too late....and I accidentally bit his head off.
So now the chickies are all gone and all that is left is the little piles of sugar on the countertop where they were dancing.
I really need to get a hobby to keep me busy when Superhubby goes out of town to work...