Although he left determined to make a point, Gru's conscience already started to nag at him. And by the time he got home, he was actually thinking about turning around and going back. It actually had him leaning against the steering wheel, deep in thought over what he should do.
In all the years of his life, it never mattered what his mother done or said. Whether he found it cruel, insulting, or unfair. Gru hardly ever said anything to her. Just constantly took it in. But the one time he actually had enough and stood up for himself, he felt awful. Yet. . .even though he was miserable. . .he was still justified!
Frustrated, Gru blew out a breath and flung open the door. Determined to stand his ground for once. One way was to keep himself busy, just as he said he would. And that wouldn't be a problem.
Within a matter of minutes, he appeared in Dr. Nepharios lab, where he was greeted by about 100 minions. "Hello boys. . ." he said as they flocked around him.
"Ahh, Gru? I'm surprised to see you ere! I thought you be with the crew, feedin the elephants!" he mocked with a chuckle.
"No. . .I decided to stick around here and catch up on some tings."
"Good. . .then maybe you can give me a hand?"
"Oh?" Gru asked, getting a little closer to the lab table.
"Yes. Since I'm so busy, I thought maybe you want work on that spybot we stole from Vectors pad." (Brief summery: Not sure if Vector will be in the second movie, but I'm sure his rich father had enough money to get him off the moon!)
"Yes. That's perfect. . ." Gru said full of intrigue. "I've been wanting to get de diagram so we can make more like dis one. Dat way, we can send dem back to Vector's lair, to do our spying for us." Letting out an evil chuckle, Gru replied, "De little nerd will think dere his, but dey'll really be ours!"
"Just keep in mind that you'll have to disable the security lock first. One wrong move can fry the whole grid. So you must stay focused. . ."
Easier said than done. For the next couple of hours the bot remained on the worktable, but it was never touched. Instead, Gru found himself walking throughout the house, still consumed with what happened between him and his mother. Not to mention that the solitude also starting to get to him. And to think three years ago, peace and quite was something he really enjoyed with a passion. But now that he had the girls, it just wasn't the same anymore. He couldn't imagine himself ever being alone again.
Within minutes he could hear a car pull up in the driveway. Knowing it was them had Gru hurrying to the door just as it opened up to the sight of his lovely girls. All at once they came pouring in, carrying balloons, popcorn, and cotton candy.
Full of relief, Gru watched as Agnes ran up to him, hugging him around the waste.
"Hey dad!"
"Hey leetle girl. . ." he said, hugging her back. "You had fun?"
"Yeah, it was awesome!
"And I got to ride on an elephant!" Edith announced rather proudly.
"Reeally?" he asked, rather impressed.
"Yeah. . .But not without me. . ." Margo added, now joining the three of them.
"She was too scared to get on by herself." She mocked, as Edith stuck her tongue out her. "Well at least I wasn't scared of clowns!" she mimed, looking down at Agnes. "Every time one would come up to us, she'd cry like a baby. . ." No sooner did she say that, Gru watched as his mother began to approach them. Getting a knot in his stomach, he hurtfully looked down at Edith and muttered,
"I don't blame her. . .I hate clowns too. . ." As Marlena began to walk up to him, Gru hurriedly replied, "Girls eet's getting late. Go get cleaned up and you can tell me everyting when I tuck you in."
Sensing the friction between him and his mom, Margo gave him a reassuring smile and nodded.
"Come on, Edith. . .Agnes." she said, shooing them off. As they walked away, it truly occurred to Gru just how mature Margo was starting to get.
By then she had approached him, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
"So. . .What did you do while we were gone?"
"Oh, I've been busy. . ." He lied. Looking up at the goggles on his head, she let out a scoff. "Heh. Yeah, working on another one of your ridiculous contraptions?"
She mimed, as he let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes. And I'm not stopping till I'm done!" he said, irritably turning away from her. Just as quickly he heard her call out,
"Son, wait. Don't leave. . .I. . .want to give you something. . ."
This had Gru stopping, turning back to her in confusion. Now he watched as she awkwardly approached him with a ball of cotton candy. Touched beyond words, Gru watched as she fidgeted a bit, then said, "This used to be your favorite. . ."
Deeply overwhelmed with guilt, Gru took it from her. "It still is. . ." he replied, barely able to look her in the eyes. "Thank you. . ." Now for a minute, the both of them merely stood there, at a loss of what to say. Deeply overwhelmed with guilt, Gru slowly shook his head and whispered, "Look mom. . .I-"
"Son . . ." she gently cut off. "It's been a long day. . .And I'm feeling a little more worn out than normal." Now she hesitated a bit, then feebly asked, "So. . .I was wondering. . .if I could stay here, tonight?" Marveling at her, Gru shook his head.
"Mom. . .you don't even have to ask. . .Of course you can."
Now she smiled, and nodded, "Good. I won't be any trouble. . .I'll be in de front knitting. She said, holding up her needlepoint.
"Ok. . .
"Goodnight, son. . ." As she turned and walked away from him, Gru stared hard at her back.
"Goodnight mom. . ."
