Deep within the Haunted Woods, by the light of the full moon, you stumble across a quaint little shack, tucked amongst the skeletal trees and bushes of the wild and wierd forest. The delicate aroma of pancakes wafts from under the door. It seems too good to be true-- a pancake store in the thick of the forest! Against your gut instinct you step inside, sweeping the cobwebs away from before your eyes.

Steaming pancakes, flap-jacks and crepes are stacked before your eyes. Enough to satiate even Florg's bottomless stomach! Your mouth waters at the heavenly scent. But it is a gallery, and the pancakes are behind glass. They are not to be eaten.

Alas! The door will not budge from its ancient hinges again. You are trapped. Trapped within the walls of this pancake house, doomed to a pancakeless demise.