The Muffin Prophet

A tiny voice asked, "Is he the one?"
"Yes," another replied, "he is the one."
"But how can we be sure? Otis wasn't very specific..." A third, nervous voice.
"Shh," said the second. "He is the one. I can feel it in my crumbs!"
"So what do we do now?" Asked a fourth voice.
"We call Otis first. Then we'll go from there."
One of the voices called their leader and was given instructions to tell the boy why they were there. He was still sleeping, so the voices (which turned out to be muffins) crowded the boy and one of them nudged his face. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up.
"What, huh, who...?"
"Are you Jes?" The fourth muffin asked.
"Yeah, who, what?"
"We are muffins from the planet of Spunkmeyer. If you are who you say you are, then you are to be our savior. You will save our race from inflation and growing stale!"
Jes blinked and opened his eyes wide, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Really? Cool!"
"Indeed. Now let us begin."