"Hey, be quiet!"
Dante shot an annoyed look at his twin, and stuck out his tongue, while carefully picking his foot up off of a single creaky board on the hallway floor. Vergil rolled his eyes, listening hard for any noise from their parents room upstairs. There were none.
Turning his attention back to his brother, Vergil held one small finger up to his lips, and Dante scowled, but nodded, then followed his blue-pajama-clad brother through the living room and into the kitchen.
Looking around, Vergil spotted something that would come in handy-- a small step-ladder, just light enough for him to carry, and just big enough for him to climb up on the counter. Grinning, Dante went ahead of his twin and grabbed the ladder.
"Come on!" Dante carried it carefully over to the counter, and opened it carefully. Then, placing it against the counter, he climbed up, followed closely by Vergil.
Once they were up on the countertop, they looked up at the cabinet that was their goal. It loomed high over their heads, but the distance seemed small in comparison to the prize-- a new, unopened package of cookies.
And not just any cookies-- graham cracker cookies, wrapped in chocolate.
Neither boy could think of a better food for breakfast.
Studying the problem, Vergil came up with a plan. Whispering quietly, given their father's hearing ability, Vergil told Dante his plan. Nodding, Dante squatted down, and Vergil scrambled onto his shoulders, then Dante slowly straightened, raising Vergil ever closer to their goal. After a few agonizing moments, Vergil steadied enough to reach the cabinet door and swung it open. And there, sitting as it were waiting for them, sat the package.
Half an hour later, a very sleepy Sparda came downstairs, headed for the kitchen, and his morning lifesaver-- coffee. When he pushed the door opened and cracked one eye, he was instantly awakened by the sight of his two small boys sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, surrounded by cookie crumbs and an empty package resting between them. They were both stuffing the last of the cookies into their mouths, little faces covered with chocolate.
Sparda crossed his arms, looking very stern, and asked, "What do you boys have to say for yourselves?"
Dante glanced at Vergil, who grinned as they swallowed their last mouthfulls of cookies, and answered,
"Jackpot!"