Can you guess the classic children’s book by its scathing one-star review on Goodreads or Amazon?
When Oliver Hardy cloned himself, he set up an underground bakery to employ his carbon-based copies. Notoriously, clones can be horribly defective and the rumness of Mr Hardy’s reproductions was evidenced by a slipshod attitude towards stock control and a cavalier attitude towards cannibalism. Luckily, the boy they intended to oven-bake could fashion flying escape mechanisms out of fat. Unluckily, nothing in this dysfunctional dream appealed to either of my children.