Burnt toast

My kitchen still smells of burnt toast. Yesterday the boys wanted toast with the Pooh and Tigger toaster that grandma gave them for Christmas. I pulled it out of the cabinet, washed the crumbs off, put in two pieces of bread and went down stairs to put a load of laundry in. I assumed the toast would pop up when it was done and sing the song that the boys love to hear. Well to my surprise, I came up stairs to a smoke filled kitchen. I am shocked that the smoke alarm did not go off (note to self, change batteries in smoke alarm). I opened all the windows and doors and got a fan to blow all the smoke out. We went out to the back yard and I could see smoke oozing out of the house. Guess, I will be getting a new toaster.