Have you heard the rumor? The one about the scientist? The one with the secret lab… The suspicious buttons… The very dramatic eyebrows… Down past the fences where the warning signs glow, There’s a funny little place that nobody knows. A tiny little lab with a giant red door, And a thousand little buttons on the basement floor. They said, “Don’t look!” They said, “Don’t stare!” They said, “Definitely don’t touch anything in there!” But curiosity danced with a mischievous grin, And everybody wondered what was happening within. Was it a rocket? Was it a spell? Was it a monster with a tiny bell? Was Del Demon planning something wild and strange? Or was he just baking something out of rage? Ohhh, Del Demon, what’s your secret recipe? You’ve got the whole world staring at your mystery! We thought you had a monster machine, A flying saucer, something unseen. But we opened up the doors and what did we find? A cinnamon stick factory blowing our minds! Cinna-cinna-cinnamon! Roll it up and give us some! Cinna-cinna-cinnamon! Del Demon’s number one! The scientists whispered, “Something’s going down.” The neighbors packed their bags and left town. They heard the alarms and the thunderous sound, Thought some alien creature was spinning around. But then came a smell through the pipes in the wall… Something warm and sweet that surprised them all. Not lasers. Not robots. Not a space parade. Just a cinnamon masterpiece Del Demon made. He wore his goggles, he stirred his pot, He said, “You should see what this button’s got!” The interns screamed, “This can’t be right!” Del said, “Relax… it’s snack time tonight.” The gears start turning, The machines start humming, Everyone wonders… “What’s coming?” The doors swing open, The lights go bright… And cinnamon sticks fill the night! Ohhh, Del Demon, what’s your secret recipe? You turned a scary place into a bakery! The rumors were wild, the stories were thick, But nobody guessed it was a cinnamon stick. You fooled the world with your clever disguise, With flour on your coat and sugar in your eyes. So raise up your mugs and celebrate the trick— Three cheers for Del Demon’s cinnamon stick! **Worker:** “Sir… should we tell them the truth?” **Del Demon:** “No.” **Worker:** “Why not?” **Del Demon:** “Because watching people panic over pastries is hilarious.” They expected doom. They expected fear. But cinnamon season has finally arrived this year! Ohhh, Del Demon, king of the cinnamon floor, Nobody’s scared of Area 67 anymore! Bring your friends, bring your family, bring your appetite too, There’s a cinnamon surprise waiting just for you. Forget the aliens, forget the fright, Forget the rumors that kept you up at night. The biggest secret, the greatest trick… Was Del Demon’s magical cinnamon stick! Cinna-cinna-cinnamon! Everybody’s joining in! Cinna-cinna-cinnamon! Let the sweet adventure begin! So if you pass Area 67… And hear a funny little sound… Don’t run away. Don’t hide. Don’t look around. It’s probably just Del Demon… Making the world a little sweeter. One cinnamon stick at a time.
