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Author's note: This has been written by me and my younger sister, Lizzie. We were bored today so we decided to write this. This is Lizzie's first fic, and this is my second. Please R+R.
My name is Rocky. I am often referred to as "Rocky Horror", "Frank'n'Furter's Creation", or simply "The Creature". Those names suck. It makes me sound like a science experiment. It also makes me sound like a complete moron. I'm not stupid; 2+24. See? Anyway, this story is about the first time I made pancakes. I remember it well…
It was a rainy day in April. Frank had offered to help me make pancakes for the first time. I gladly accepted even though I didn't know what pancakes were. Frank took me into the kitchen and took out all the ingredients. Flour, sugar, baking powder, milk, margarine, eggs, etc. I didn't what these ingredients were for, so I was thinking this was pretty cool…it wasn't. It was messy.
First, Frank left me with the ingredients, thinking that I could handle it. He said to read the recipe and follow the directions. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't read yet. It was all so confusing. What was a ½ cup? Milk, what's milk? Magenta was about to help me, but Riffraff came into the room and her attention was then set on him.
Columbia then came into room. I tried to ask her for help, but she still sore because apparently her boyfriend and I share a brain. So, she just gave me an evil glare and walked away with her nose in the air. I was left alone indefinitely. So, I decided to wing it.
First, I took the bag of flour, and dumped the whole thing into the bowl. Big mistake. The flour went everywhere, covering me in the white stuff. Then, I dumped the whole gallon of milk into the bowl. The recipe only said 2 cups of milk, but I had no idea what a cup was. Then I added all twelve eggs (carton and all) into the mix. The rest of the ingredients followed, and Frank came back into the room.
When he saw the mess I had made, he laughed, threw out the disaster I had concocted, and helped me make a new batch of pancakes. He taught me how to measure amounts, read and follow directions, and how to properly make pancakes. In the end, everyone liked our pancakes. Especially Columbia, who eventually forgave me for being "half of Eddie". What a great day!
THE END!