Vicky watches you in the glass while she eats her breakfast and even drops some crumbs from her toast that Timmy gobbles up. When she is done eating she turns the glass and Tommy spills out on to the table. "So many fun things we could do in here I don't know where to start." she tells him. "I could give you a ride in the microwave but you might explode or how about a nice tan in the toaster oven. I could try some hot oil in a frying pan and watch you dance. That would be fun. Or maybe I'll freeze you inside an ice cube and then put you in my drink. I could make us some coffee with you in the pot and then there is the blender or the garbage disposal. Maybe I could bake you in a cake and serve it to my friends to see who gets the prize inside. What do you want to try first?"
"None of it" Timmy responded "that stuff will kill me." She acts like she is pondering the ideas and tells him "You might survive a few of these if I'm careful. Let's check out this toaster oven. It looks pretty fancy." She picks him up and carries him the the kitchen counter setting him next to the toaster oven that is as big as a small building to Timmy. He wants to get away but she is right next to him and there is no way off the counter. "Check this out. This thing even has a rotisserie. Oh, I have an idea" she tells him as she grabs him and next thing Timmy know she is tying him with butcher twine to a frozen hot dog she got from the freezer that she then mounts the hot dog on the rotisserie and inserts it all with Timmy in the toaster oven. "Don't worry about the cold doggie. You'll be plenty warm in a minute. Have a nice ride.
Vicky punches in the oven settings as Timmy yells at her to stop. She hits the start button but nothing happens. She look at the toaster while Timmy continues to scream. She then says "Oh, yeah." and closes the door and the rotisserie starts turning and the oven is warming up. "I'm so smart" she says out loud, "Solved two problems at once. I hate hearing that screaming." She taps on the glass at Timmy and says "I'll have to gag you next time assuming you survive this." She leaves to go to the fridge to get a drink.
The heating element is now on fully and Timmy screams each time he passes by it but the frozen hot dog cools him down when he rotates around except the hot dog is slowly thawing and the heat isn't relenting. Vicky comes back and taps on the glass again saying "Don't worry Timmy. I'll let you out when my hot dog is done but you might be a french fry by then. She laughs at her joke and takes a drink chanting "Round and round Timmy goes. When he'll be cooked nobody knows."
She watches as Timmy starts really feeling the heat and now the hot dog is no longer cold on the outside. Then suddenly she opens the door and the oven stops. "I need a picture of this" she says as she snaps a shot with her phone. She admires the picture for a moment and then waves bye bye and closes the door restarting the oven.
Timmy screams as she laughs at him and chants again. After a few minutes Timmy fells like he is really going to be cooked when she opens the door again and reaches in with an oven mitt and removes him from the oven and immediately thrusting the hot dog with him still attached into her drink of water. "There, that should cool you off" she says as she waits a moment before pulling him out coughing and spitting water. She cut him free from the hot dog and throws it away before inspecting Timmy for any injury. "You are fine. That ride barely hurt you. You are such a baby." she told him "I know, maybe I should swaddle you like a baby."
Vicky carries Timmy to the bathroom and gets out a roll of gauze that she rolls around him leaving him immobilized. "Now what do do with you?" she asks herself out loud, "I know...