Change a letter and I'm a Baba that could fold you before you blink Unchanged, I come from Babas who could fold themselves

What has many keys but can’t open a single lock?

Rarely found Always makes a scene Betting on him is not the best idea Despise him Hate him Or love the laughs he gives He’s been everywhere far as I’m aware

Just a hint, a quick three I know it’s too much, but maybe just a bit? If you do a good job, I’ll give you a big one

A whisk wielding stowaway under a toque, I treat the fine arts as more than a joke. While cousins find comfort in dumpsters and drains, I’m pairing the fennel with saffron and grains. A tug on the tresses, a puppeteer’s hand, I’m the smallest sensation in all of the land. Though critics may sneer at my whiskers and tail, My sauce is a triumph that shall not fail.