The dangerous doughnut takes to wearing a fedora and starts a crime syndicate.
"This town belongs to me, see?" says the doughnut.
The doughnut's gun moll is an eclair named Clare.
They get a room at the Ritz and he licks her frosting.
"You're so sweet," purrs Clare.
The dangerous doughnut flattens the notorious Pancake Gang and ices Grapefruit Guido.
Just when it seems that nothing can stop him, a couple of cops come into the doughnut shop.
"Listen fellas," says the dangerous doughnut. "I'm on the square!"
The coppers look at him.
Then at each other.
Then back at the doughnut.
"But you're round," they say.
The dangerous doughnut goes for the tommy gun he keeps under the counter,
But the coppers pull out their pistols and fill him full of holes.
As Clare leans over him, crying big custard tears, the dangerous doughnut chokes out his last words.
"You're the cat's pajamas, baby. But remember...this town will eat you up!"