"SAAAANS!" Papyrus yelled from the kitchen. Sans laid spread out on the sofa in the living room. Sans answered with a groan. Papyrus stomped his way to the living room, his apron, which had "One Cool Dude" printed onto it sloppily with marker, had his hands on his pelvis as he stood in front of his lazy brother. He leaned over him, chef's hat drooping.

"What on Earth do you think you are doing, lazy-bones!?" He asked. Sans shrugged and groaned again, a stupid grin on his face.

"Get up!" Papyrus yelled, grabbing Sans by his hood and lifting the smaller skeleton off of the couch and into the air, feet dangling over the floor.

"What's up, bro?" Sans asked, opening an eye socket towards his brother.

"Sans, you are supposed to go get the human from school today!"

"Oh yeah, why do I have to pick them up again?"

"Today is the human's birthday, Sans! I've been baking cakes all morning!"

"You know you only have to make one cake, right Papyrus?"

"Of course I knew that!" Papyrus dropped Sans to the floor, the skeleton landing on his feet. Papyrus clasped his hands together and held them to the side of his skull.

"I didn't know what flavor Frisk would prefer, so naturally I am making all I could possibly think of! It would just be terrible if the human did not like chocolate, so I made a vanilla cake! But then I thought, 'surely they want something sweeter than vanilla, so I made a strawberry cake! Then I thought, 'what if they don't like pink'!?" Papyrus could go on and on about the different types of cakes he had baked, even going on to say that when he ran out of room in the fridge, he started to set them on a table outside.

"Alright bro. I'll go get the kid." Sans said as Papyrus started to tell a story about a small white dog that had gotten into one of the cakes outside. Papyrus had totally ignored him, or just not heard him over his own words, so naturally, the taller skeleton presumed with telling his story. Sans's eye sockets became heavy and closed, his head bobbing as he quickly opened them again and stood straighter. Papyrus stopped talking, one gloved hand on his pelvis and the other pointing into the air, bent at the elbow. He looked down to see Sans, eye sockets closed, sleeping where he stood. The smaller skeleton started snoring.

"SANS, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!"

"Eh?" Sans said, eye sockets flashing open.

"How absolutely rude of you! You couldn't even keep yourself awake long enough for me to finish my story!"

"Sorry, bro." Sans walked to the front door and opened it, looking back at Papyrus.

"Now Sans, just get Frisk and come straight home! Undyne and the others will be here in a little while, so take your time." Papyrus said, lifting his glove to read the watch underneath.

"No problem bro. It'll be a piece of cake." Sans winked. The two of them exchanged looks, Papyrus crossing his arms. Papyrus stomped a foot hard to the floor and pointed outside.

"GET OUT!"