Brief Summery of what's taking place. . .Very important. ***And although finding a wife or girlfriend would seem like a good idea, Gru is dead set against it. This is due to failed relationships with women in the past, from his very complicated, deviant life style. After all, it's hard to understand the life of a super villain. . .or is it? Either way, that's one of the last things on his agenda. But. . . he does know that there are certain things that not even he won't be able to handle, as the girls get a little older. And just thinking about them makes him cringe, and
****Again I normally don't post summeries before my fictions, but this is extremely imperative.
For starters. . .I want to keep this story as accurate as possible. The reasons being. . .that they've already began to make a sequel to the "Despicable Me," Therefore to cover my tracks, I decided to make the plot at least two to three years after the 1st movie. It makes more sense that way. That way, whatever happens in the second movie, I won't have to make any changes. This will make the girls a little older. Edith will be ten, Agnes will be about seven or eight, and Margo will be a about to turn 13. Either way, she is already showing signs of maturity. Entering another phase that Gru is definitely not used to.
***At first, recalling the way he was treated as a child, Gru was truly worried that Marlena might do the same to the girls as she done to him. But to his surprise, she actually treated them more affectionately, and gave them lots of attention, just like a grandmother was supposed to do. Although Gru was relieved by that, it bothered him. For deep down inside he began to really wonder if his only mistake in existing, was being a boy. . .
and not a girl.
***But on this fateful occasion, Gru finds out that no matter how scarred his past may be, it's what happens now that counts.
Pt I
The story began when Marlena Gru paid him an unexpected visit on a Saturday morning. It was around 7:00Am, and he'd just gotten dressed and had started to fix breakfast.
Wearing his apron, Gru was busy flipping pancakes in the frying pan. On the side of him, two more waffles popped out of the toaster. With graceful timing he spun around, just as they stacked into the plate. Out the corner of his eye, he could see his mother shake her head, not impressed a bit. Used to that, he sighed and set the plate down on the cabinet. "You're heere awfully early today, mom." He stressed. "Any special reason?"
From the table, Marlena looked up from her cross stitching and nodded,
"Actually yes. But I want to wait until everybody's up before I say why."
Knowing it was pointless to push her any further, Gru shrugged and said,
"Well, you're here for breakfast. . ."
Cocking her head she mocked, "Yes. . .I can see dat. Pancakes, again. Hah. Dere's no way de girls are going to eat all dat." She cooed in a derisive tone. Determined not to get a rise from her, Gru flipped the last of the pancakes on another huge plate
"I don't know. . .Dey eat everything else in de house."
"Yes. . .But you always make de same thing. And after awhile, dey will get finicky. Just like you did." Just as she said that, Edith slowly trudged in the kitchen.
"Good morning sleepyhead." Gru's mother cooed, as she looked toward her with surprise.
"Oh, hi Gram. . .Morning daddy. . ."
"Good morning shreemp. . ." he mimed with a smirk. "I was just about to get you. . Where's de other two?"
"There coming. . ." she said, now scooting up to the table. Looking down at Edith, Gru asked,
"What'll it be? Pancakes, or waffles?" Still half asleep, Edith rested her chin on her hand.
"Cereal. . ." she muttered.
"Cereal?!" He scoffed. "I just spent an hour cooking dis. . ."
"I know. . .But I still don't want none. . ." she insisted, as he groaned with frustration. From across the table, Marlena began to chuckle. Shaking her head.
"Heh-heh-heh. . .What did I tell you?" Sighing heavily, Gru rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Oh, how he hated when she was right! By then Agnes and Margo had arrived, taking a seat at the table. Looking down at Agnes, Gru crossly asked,
"And how bout you? You want cereal too?"
"No. . .Waffles. . ." she said, as Gru smiled with satisfaction. As he reached for the syrup, she cried, "No. . .I wanna do it!" In no mood for her whining, he threw a hand up.
"Yeah. Fine. . .Fine. Just don't make a mess. . ." Looking toward Margo, he noticed how she tried not to grin. "What?"
"Um. . .I'm not hungry. . .sorry. . ." Gawking at her his mouth fell open. Again, his mother began to chuckle under her breath. Feeling like he was being picked on, Gru scoffed with frustration.
"Great. . .So what am I supposed to do with all dis?"
No sooner did he say that, a heard of about ten minions flocked into the kitchen. This included Dave, and Kevin, who ran up to the plate with great enthusiasm.
"Ooooohhh," Dave cooed, looking at Kevin. "Cakes!" Thereafter, their attentive gaze shifted to Gru, and all at once they began to bob up and down with excitement.
"Cakes. . .cakes. . cakes!"
Grinning at the exasperated expression on Gru's face, Margo playfully replied,
"Does that answer your question?" Sighing heavily, Gru rubbed a hand over his eyes,
"Alright, already! Heeere, for pete's sake!" He snapped, sliding the plate across the table.
Snatching it up, Dave quickly spun around and ran from Kevin and the other minions, who began to yell in protest. As they started chasing after him, Gru hollered,
"Hey. . .make sure you share dat! And bring back de plate when you're feenished!"
"Right. . .Like they really listen. . ." Margo mocked as he gave her a playful leer.
At the same time, Marlena lowered her needlepoint, and asked,
"So, Gru. . .Did you have any plans with de girls today?"
"Um. . .Not right off hand. Why?"
"Well. . .I was tinking. . .that maybe we can all go to de circus. . ."
For a minute, it was though hearing this woke the girls up completely. As they gasped and squealed with delight, Gru gaped at her with disbelief.
"Mother. . .you hate de circus."
"Ehh, well. . .It isn't too late to start. And it'll only be here for a few days, so I figured we can all go. It'll be my treat. . ." She stressed more to Gru, who continued to marvel down at her with disbelief.
By then the girls were literally jumping up and down with excitement. Latching onto his arm, Agnes cried, "Oooh, can we go?! Can we? Please?"
Lost in his own thoughts, Gru slowly pulled off his apron and mumbled,
"Sure, why not?" Then quietly turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Through the excitement and eager anticipation, Gru remained silent throughout the entire drive. For he suddenly found himself lost in a flashback from his childhood. He could remember him and his mother walking through the grocery store. He was about nine years old, following behind the shopping cart, when he saw the huge circus poster hanging in the store lobby. Gru could remember how excited he got, actually jumping up and down just like the girls had done.
"Oooh, mum! De circus is coming! I wanna go! Please teke me!" Not even looking up from her shopping list, she let out one of her unenthused scoffs.
"Ehh. Circuses are filthy, smelly and boring. . .Besides. . .they already got enough clowns . . ."
Immediately Gru could feel his heart sink with disappointment, then hurt. The very same way it felt now, as an adult. And as the circus tent began to loom in the distance, Gru could hear the girls cheering with excitement. . .and his mother laughing. By the time they pulled up into the parking lot, he was seething with resentment. Glaring ahead, Gru slowly turned watching as the girls jumped up and ran outside, then followed by his mother. Stepping out Gru found himself stopping, not going any further. Calmly looking down at his mother, he said, "Here is my phone, and money for a cab. Have a nice day. . ." Rather surprised, she innocently asked,
"You mean, you're not coming?"
"Nope. . ."
"But why?"
"Because dey already have enough clowns!" He coldly inclined.
By the way her eyes widened with shock, it was as though she couldn't believe he remembered that far. But, he did indeed. And within minutes, it changed over into a hurt expression. One that he couldn't bear to look at. At the same time, he heard Edith moan,
"Awwwwww! What do you mean you're not coming?"
Now he felt Agnes tugging at his hand. "Don't leave. . .Please stay." If hearing their pleads weren't enough, dealing with Margo surely was. In her preadolescent state she merely stood there, glaring up at him with her arms folded. Which was worse than any whining combined!
"Ohhh, no! Don't give me dat look! It won't wurk!"
"Then why aren't you coming?" she asked, voice clipped with disappointment.
"Because I have a lot of catching up to do today. And dis is de perfect time. . .while I'm alone!" Slowly shaking her head, Margo replied,
"But it won't be the same without you. . ." Hearing the marred tone in her voice hurt Gru's heart. Softening up he stooped down until he was at her level.
"I know, ok. Look. I'll make a deal with you, alright? Let me off de hook, and I'll take you anywhere you want on your burthday. . ." Indeed, Margo would be turning 13 in two weeks, officially a teenager. And he did want that occasion to be special.
By the way her head cocked, Gru could tell she was intrigued. "Anywhere?"
"Anywhere. . ." Stepping up to him, she held out her pinky.
"Promise?" Smiling at her, Gru gripped her pinky with his.
"Yes, yes. I promise. . .So I guess I'm in trouble, now?"
"Uh-huh. . ." she mimed, as he pulled her forward, and kissed her on the cheek.
Giving the other two each a hug and kiss, Gru stood to his feet, watching as they all walked away. "Have fun, girls. . .I'm sure Gram will show you a good time. . ."
he inclined, giving her one last cold gaze.