A/N: *gasp* two chapters in one day? Well, I've been writing these on my phone and finally transferred them to my computer so I can post 'em (Is there a way to post them mobilely?) This particular chapter is dedicated to my little sisters. They were the inspiration for this particular story with them playing the role of Felix and me playing the role of Sadie.

You guys are so annoying, but so inspiring.

"Felix please pick that up."

I pointed at the mess of scrolls that his penguins had just walked through.

Felix ignored me and instead continued playing with his penguins.

Irritation began to gnaw at the back of my mind, "Felix. I asked you to please pick up those scrolls."

Felix glanced at the scrolls, glanced at me and shrugged, "I didn't make that mess."

I sighed, irritation dripping from my mouth, "I didn't ask if you made it, I asked you to pick it up." Great, now I sounded like my grandma.

Felix seemed to know he was skating on thin ice, but then again... He loved ice.

"I don't wanna." He laughed at the funny dance the penguin was doing.

If anything, that just made me even more mad, "Felix." He looked up, he had probably never heard his name spoken so hard.

"I'm too tired," he whined.

What was he? Three?!

"Pick. Them. Up."

He pressed his lips together and put his hands on his hips, [No, Carter, he was not imitating me] "No."

And then the penguins exploded.

Okay, okay. I didn't really explode the penguins. I just sent them back to Antarctica in a puff of smoke.

Felix's eyes went huge, "My- the- you-" He started to cry, "You exploded them!"

I felt vaguely bad, but I was still really riled up from his obnoxiousness behavior, "I asked you to do something."

He continued to sob, "You killed my penguins."

I massaged the bridge of my nose, "I didn't kill them."

"You- you-" he stopped as he processed my words, "You didn't?"

"No, I just sent them back."

"Oh." He immediately stopped crying.

"But-"

He looked at me, head bent.

"But you need to pick up those scrolls before you can have them back."

He pouted, "Fine."

He bent down to pick them up and I noticed we weren't the only ones in the room.

A whole audience had formed and Carter looked like he was either a.) sick from something he ate or b.) dying of laughter.

It turned out to be b.)

He wiped tears from his eyes, "Ex-exploding penguins!"

"You could easily meet the same fate."

He walked away, but not before one last jab, "Finally someone as obnoxious as you."