Sundays are for pie!

Phillip and Marble were minding their own business when they were beckoned into the kitchen by a snerky pie that lay cooling on the stove. Phillip warned Marble to ignore its' taunts for everyone knows that cherry pies have tart personalities. Phillip could no longer hold himself back. He made the first move out of Marble's door and into the kitchen. Marble, being the good bear owner that she is, had to go and make sure he stayed out of trouble. The moment they reached the kitchen, both were subdued into a cherry trance. The pie knew exactly what he was doing. He had them in his clutches. Phillip whispered something to Marble and Marble nodded. Working on instinct, Phillip led the half comatose Marble to the side of the oven for he also knew that pies have terrible peripheral vision. They stood their unnoticed, until Marble's mother's voice startled them both,
"Don't you two touch that pie. It needs to sit and cook a bit longer. You'll get worms you know."

The worm trick worked every time.