Sorry it's taken me this long to do this little story, but I haven't been able to use the computer. And sorry it's a little short, but I'm doing another chapter as well. That one's about Alan and Tin Tin. So here's the first chapter of 'Apple pies, Girls and Guys.' (Really random title, I know)
Apple pies, Girls and Guys
Chapter 1 - Caught redhanded
Grandma had only turned away from the oven for a minute, but when she looked when she looked back she could see her eldest grandson helping himself to what had been cooking. She was annoyed. He and Alan had been away for over two weeks, with everyone worrying sick about them, and the first thing Scott was doing now that he was home was scoffing her apple pie.
"Scott Carpenter Tracy!" she yelled. He turned round upon hearing her shout.
"Oh, hi Grandma," he said shakily, then turned round and headed for the door.
"Wait right there, young man," she called to him, and he instantly stopped.
Scott knew he was in for it now. He'd always had a sweet tooth and it frequently got him into trouble with Grandma. He remembered when Lady Penelope had come to the island, desperately wanting to go on a mission. He had gone into the kitchen and 'sampled' Grandma's cake, as his brothers had put it. He had heard later that they had made a practical joke out of it, telling Lady Penelope that he needed rescuing.
"Scott, you need to learn to wait for dessert," Grandma said, bringing him back to the present.
"You could have had that apple pie after dinner if you hadn't have started to eat it."
"Could have?" Scott asked.
"Yes, I'm not letting anyone eat it now. They'll just have to make do with no pudding." Scott immediately felt ashamed. Because of him his brothers wouldn't be able to have apple pie for dessert. They'd be annoyed at him too. But then, they had grown used to not getting dessert for someone eating it. Whether it be him, Gordon or occasionally their father, there was normally someone tring to nab Grandma's brilliant cooking.
"Can't you bake another one, Grandma?"
"Bake another one?" Grandma's tone was harsh. "You know full well I can't. At least, not before dinner."
"I'll help," Scott offered.
"You're not coming anywhere near my oven," she told him, remembering all the times his cooking had gone wrong, resulting in the food being incinerated and a fire breaking out.
"So, what are we going to have for dessert, then?" Scott asked.
"You're not having anything. Everyone else can have chocolate mousse."
"What? Aw!" Scott loved chocolate mousse! Things just weren't fair sometimes.
"You can go now, Scott," Grandma said, getting the chocolate mousse out of the fridge and turning back to the meal she had been cooking.
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