> Cute at the jam until it releases you.
You scrunch your face up into the cutest widdle expression of adawableness
that you can possibly muster, and ask the nice Mister Jam if he would pretty-please-with-extra-sprinkles-on-top let you go?
It worked! The evil jam withers into nothing in the face of your sheer cuteness. Ha! You’re all the world to meeee—
…ouch. What an excellent idea! You swiftly doff your Cartographer’s Cap and refold it into—
…the Cartographer’s Crumpled, Jam-Covered Sticky Mess.
It does absolutely nothing. The jam is too thick and sticky!
You’re starting to get a trifle concerned. Of course! This is the same kind of evil jam that was favored by the mysterious filly who
destroyed the moonflower garden and chased away the bat pony colony.
It has the reek of wrongness about it!
This trap must have been set by her! 
