In The Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak.
Being good ol' Maurice (ha! Beauty and the Beast! ahem. Sorry. I digressed into Disney for a minute) it is very similar in style to Where the Wild Things Are. A boy goes to bed and has a strange adventure, only Mickey's makes Max's look tame and domesticated.
Oh look. Some of my pictures did a head stand. How odd. Well, frankly it'd be much easier for me if you'd just turn your head ever so slightly than it would be to make me actually take these off now and start over. Believe me.
So, anyway, Mickey falls through some kind of space and time continuum and runs into some fat and happy bakers who end up baking him into cake.
Mostly Moose goes for this book cuz there's a lot of gratuitous nudity. And anytime there's nekkedness involved, a small manchild is gonna be there.
I love the red nosed bakers.
He escaped a run in with a loaf of bread.
Then he falls in some milk. And naturally his clothes fall off again. Cuz that's what happens fourteen times per day when you are a small manchild.
Don't think about a boy being in milk that will later be used to bake something. We all know what little boys do in the bath water that involves the golden arches and making a homemade jacuzzi.
Eventually, Mickey gets out of that strange dream land, shakes off his bread crumbs and hollers COCK*A*DOODLEDOO! We don't know why. Again, boys.
It's a classic. Read to your poppets and muppets and small menchild. You'll be glad you did.