Hi guys, I'm back with a new story for you, this one featuring Doofenshmirtz family drabble. This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story, so yeah. Also, Puberty is still going ahead, I just need to write the chapter (I'm such a procrast-inator!) Anyway enjoy!
Heinz and Rodger trudged through the thicket, thorns tearing up their clothes, the thought of Mother's Doonkleberry pie making their stomachs growl with anticipation.
"Mother will be so disappointed, we picked only a bushel!" Roger exclaimed dramatically, while motioning to the basket he was holding.
"But that's because you ate most of them!" Heinz snapped back.
"If I tell her that though, I will only get one slice of pie instead of my usual three!"
Heinz rolled his eyes, knowing he will be lucky if he gets a few crumbs.