After dusting the walls and furniture and vacuuming the floors in every room of the house, Phil patted off his French maid's dress and repositioned his headband. He looked around in awe of his work, seeing everything shiny and admiring the great job that he had done.
"Bueno! Dopi," He complemented himself. After Phil put the vacuum cleaner and dusting equipment back into the utility closet in the kitchen, he came back into the living room, eyes growing wide and a bit of a twitch coming over him. Kevin and the fatter Phil were playing golf off of the couch, Dave and Stuart were throwing roles of toilet paper over the furniture and the chandelier hanging on the ceiling, and Tim was on an ice cream sugar rush, running around the living room and breaking a vase in the process. Phil puffed his cheeks as he grew angry and even stuck part of the bow on his dress in his mouth to bite on.
"Oopitaaaaa!" Tim yelled, bouncing back and forth from the couch to a small stool. Kevin placed a golf ball on the mount in Phil's mouth as Phil laid on the floor and Kevin stood on the couch, readying to hit the golf ball.
"Un, dou, heheh, tre!" Kevin smacked the golf ball and a huge shatter followed shortly afterwards. Phil sat up on the floor as Kevin gasped and Tim had passed out as his sugar frenzy disappeared. Stuart tripped over toilet paper and got wrapped up in it, panicking as he struggled to get free. Phil had spit the bow out of his mouth and slowly tipped into the room, catching Kevin's attention. Kevin gasped again and looked down at Phil on the floor. He had spit out his mound. Kevin looked around frantically, trying to find a place to hide his golf club. He couldn't find a decent spot, so he threw it aside, hearing another shatter from the other side of the room. He and both Phil's looked to their left, seeing another window busted open, glass continuing to fall and bust against the sill.
"Ha…heheheh…" Kevin nervously laughed, turning back to a steaming Phil. The Phil on the floor had gotten up and ran out of the room screaming and waving his arms above his head. Kevin started to whistle and kick his feet at the couch as Phil snarled and clutched his fists as his right eye twitched.
"Uh... Bedo." Kevin apologized, folding his hands behind him and putting his head down. Phil's snarls stopped and were replaced by whimpers. Kevin looked over at him, seeing tears had formed in his eyes. He didn't realize how hard Phil had worked to clean the house, and now he had ruined his work. Phil ran out of the room and through the front door as he cried, maid's dress flowing wildly. Kevin ran for the door and outside, almost bumping into Phil as he sat crying on the front step. Kevin sat beside him, patting his shoulder.
"Nadie aprecia lo que hago!" Phil cried, putting his hands over his goggles to hide his teary eyes. He didn't feel appreciated. Phil put hard work into making things perfect for Gru and the others and they just always got ruined in some way. Kevin narrowed his eyes at Phil and grabbed his other shoulder, turning him towards him as he whimpered.
"Yo aprecio!" Kevin said in a calm tone. Phil sniffled and wiped at tears that had leaked from his goggles. If Kevin appreciated Phil's hard work so much, then why was he one of the minions who always messed it up? Phil stood up and angrily shoved Kevin, pushing him off of the step and making him fall into a bush. As Kevin struggled to climb out of the greenery, he watched as Phil ran away, somewhere down the street.
"Phil!" Kevin yelled as he looked back and forth from the street to the bush. He grabbed his pants as the bush started to tug on them. A shriek came from down the street making Kevin gasp.
"Phil?" He called, and got no response. Kevin started to panic and struggled out of the bush, jumping to his feet and bouncing to pull up his pants and tighten his belt. He ran for the street and a big white van passed him. Kevin knew that van from somewhere, it had an orange symbol on both sides; a circle with a V in the center. It was Vector's van. Looking down the street, Phil was no where to be seen. He couldn't have gotten that far. His little legs would have taken him most likely three houses down. There was only one explanation: Vector had caught Phil. Kevin looked back towards the white van as it drove on further and his pupils shrunk as he screamed and ran after it. He would get Phil back.
