Let me start by saying that this is my first Despicable Me fanfiction and I'm really enjoying it. I've been wanting to do a holiday-theme fic for a while and this one is it since this movie is AMAZING. Next, I originally wanted to upload a chapter a day since the title is "Seven Days of Christmas", but obviously it's not Sunday, so I'm a little behind. Bear with me, will ya? Let's see, what else? I sorta just made up the minion's language in hopes that it sounded like the stuff from the movie. Did I do well in that area? Well, that should be it...I think. I hope. Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Despicable Me or any characters from the movie blah blah blah. I'm not trying to make a profit off of this thing.

Seven Days of Christmas, a Despicable Me story

Chapter One: Sunday, December 19

Edith shoved aside the smaller Agnes, trying to get a better view of the beautifully adorned homes that lined both sides of the snowy street. "I like that one!" the older girl said, pointing at a house with blinking candy canes that hung along the roof.

"That one's better!" shouted Agnes as she climbed on top of Edith to look out the window of the chrome tank-like vehicle.

"You can't even see anything, Agnes!" Edith nudged her sister off her, the movement causing her fuzzy Santa to flop over one of her blue eyes. She blew at it with irritation as Agnes tried another route to the window. It had been Margo's idea to wear the holiday hat instead of the pink one because of the suiting time of year, but at least the tasseled hat hadn't block her vision.

"Edith, she's just trying to look outside."

"Well then let her climb all over you, Margo."

"Gurls, gurls!" said a stern voice from the front of the tank's cab. "I am trying to drive and eet ees very deefficult to do so when there ees bickering een my ear."

The three quieted down immediately and sighed almost simultaneously.

"Sorry," commented Agnes in a whisper before clutching her stuffed unicorn tightly in her arms.

The rest of the ride home was, for the most part, calm. For the most part. At one point, little Agnes had caused a panic in the vehicle when she thought that someone had a herd of lit-up unicorns on their lawn when, in fact, they were simply Santa's reindeer. Gru almost drove off the icy road then and he was sure his heart had jumped into his throat before he'd swallowed it back down.

Thankfully for everyone, though, home was in sight and Gru backed into his driveway minutes later.

"Hey Dad, when are we going to put up lights on your house?" asked Edith as they entered the dark house that offered protection from the biting cold of winter.

Gru was unprepared to answer that question because he had never really thought about it. His mother had never decorated the house when he was young, so never did he make his own home cheery come the winter season.

He took the girl's coats and hung them on the head of a large, dead snake that acted as a very tall coat rack. "Um, well, I don't really do much for the holidays."

Instantly, the three girls' faces went downcast. "What do you mean you don't do much? What about a tree? Or lights?" questioned Margo.

"What about presents?"

Staring into Agnes's big brown eyes made it only slightly more difficult to say, "I do things deefferently here. You should know that by now. What ees important ees that we are together, right?"

Margo was the one to finally give in. Sighing, she responded, "Yeah, you're right." The older brown haired girl smiled, but she knew that Edith and Agnes wouldn't understand a Christmas without gifts or a tree. They were too young, after all.

Turning away, the Gru finished the conversation with, "I will be back up in a leetle while to make deener." Then he disappeared into a cannon that fell from the ceiling and consequently lowered him into his underground lab to do work as usual, leaving the girls still and unhappy.

"Don't worry, you guys. Christmas will still be great," said Margo reassuringly, trying to comfort not only her sisters, but also herself. She knew her father had not been kidding about him doing things differently than everyone else, but the older girl had still hoped that maybe Gru was a little more…normal.

With slumped shoulders, Gru entered his lab with an air of sadness. He saw that Margo was upset about the whole Christmas thing—or lack thereof—but weren't the holidays supposed to be a time of enjoying family? You don't need sparkling lights or a tall, green tree to have fun for the season, right? Gru was trying to convince himself of just that, but it wasn't working. Ever since he had begun bonding with the girls and actually feeling something deep for them, he had wanted nothing less than the best for them. Now this was his first Christmas ever with them and he hoped they would want to remember it. But already the once evil-mastermind had the feeling that his girls would not be feeling the joy that people should feel during the current season. Gru didn't want the touchy balance of heart between his life and the girls' to become suddenly thrown out of whack. He had to come up with a plan.

Straightening himself into a confident posture, Gru shouted, "Jon!"

Moments later, a short yellow bean-looking creature appeared and stood before Gru in a pair of blue overalls with a "G" sewn into the fabric and a pair of goggles that covered his one eye. He held a plastic cup of water up to Gru kindly, asking, "Un ah poke ah?"

"Uh, no thanks. I need you to assemble the others. I have a plan that I think you will all enjoy very much!"

The minion's eye went wide with excitement and he literally jumped with joy. "Ah, depoi!" It had been months since there had been any real work to do.

Grinning, Gru added before the minion could hurry away, "I will take that water now."

As promised, Gru returned sometime later to fix dinner for the girls. It had been getting dark when he went down to his lab and by the time he was back, it was already seven o'clock at night. And by that time, he knew they would be famished.

He was right. The moment he stepped onto the ground floor of the house, he was rushed by a tidal wave of hungry energy. "Dad, we've been waiting for so long! We're so hungry!" hollered Edith as she circled Gru's legs, one of which already had Agnes latched onto it.

"Okay, okay! I am going into the keetchen now," Gru said, wobbling under the strain of having his arm being tugged at by Edith and his leg being clutched by Death-Grip Agnes. Margo hurriedly tried to pry off Agnes, asking her to let go, but she stuck to Gru like cement. A curled corner of the hallway rug finally did him—he tripped and came crashing to the floor, girls and all.

When he opened his eyes only moments later, he was greeted by a smiling, brown-eyed Edith. "Can we eat now?" she asked in impatient voice, obviously unharmed.

Gru moaned as he pushed himself onto his elbows. He was going to be achy in the morning. When he was finally back on his feet, he quickly said, "Let's not grab Daddy's legs and arms anymore for now, okay?"

Edith giggled and nodded in truce.

"Now I can make—Wait a meenute. Where's Margo?"

"I'm right here," she said from behind him, holding Agnes's hand, but in reality she was restraining the giddy girl from tackling Gru's leg again. "Can we have dinner now?"

Gru was relieved to see that the once unhappy child had become a little more cheerful since their last conversation, for her eyes had most of their pleasant sparkle back in them.

"Yes, we can have dinner now. What do you guys want to eat?"

Immediately, Edith and Agnes jumped up and down excitedly as they both shouted their suggestions. Gru heard pancakes, pizza, burgers, and even sushi in there somewhere—although he was pretty sure neither of them knew what sushi was—but in the end, after much deliberation and a nonchalant shrug from Margo, it was decided that it was going to be breakfast for dinner, which would have been way more enjoyable had Gru been able to tell the girls what he was planning for the days ahead. But what is a surprise if you spoil it?

Ta-da! Chapter one is done and on to chapter two! Whoot! What did you think? Comments and reviews are always welcome and I'd really like to know how I'm doing on Gru's accent and pronunciation and the minions' language. Phew. Okay. Onwards, my despicable followers! Do I even have followers?