Gingerbread

"Wait…Frank? Izzatchoo?" "Izzy?" "The one an only! Where da hell are we anyway?" "Not a single clue. All I know is that we're edible…" "Already figured ‘at one out. Ate parta one a my arms…" "We're gingerbread men. We have no teeth. How did you…" "We could stan' aroun' askin question all day, but we gettin nowhere. How d'we ge' ou'a here?" "We've been tryin ta figure that one out…" "Can ya guys come o'er ta dis side a da cookie dray?" "We're covered in saran wrap…" "Ya guys ‘r a buncha pansies…" Next thing Frank and Ginger knew, Izzy was sliding along the plate on which they lay, using only his legs. When he came into view, Ginger couldn't help but notice that he had, in fact, eaten half of his left arm. When Izzy noticed Ginger staring at the half-eaten arm, he said, "Was righ' handed anyway."