Thank to Lemonpoptart for lending me Ben and betaing this for me.

PEEPS!!!


"Are you ready to confess? It will go easier on you, if you tell me the truth." Don loomed over the suspects, pointing his finger at the evidence before them.

Both suspects looked at each other. Their guilty faces revealed everything to Don.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Well?"

"It was DJ's idea. He told us to do it, Dad," confessed nine-year-old Grier.

"Yeah, Uncle Don. It was DJ's idea. He told us to do it," added Benjamin, also nine.

Don raised an eyebrow, "Really? I thought we were past this phase of you taking your brothers' suggestions, Grier."

"No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir."

"Ben?"

"Yes, Sir?"

Don rubbed his forehead. "Okay, well, you two are punished for the rest of the day. Go into the dining room, and sit at the table. Uncle Charlie and I will be deciding your punishment. Hands folded. No talking."

Grier whined, "What about DJ, Dad?"

"Don't worry about him. Worry about your own punishment. Now go," he barked. Don watched the boys trudge away silently.

Charlie walked in. "Don, there is no way to save the microwave. Combined with the melted sugar, and fire damage, you're gonna have to get a new one. Who knew peeps could cause this much damage?"

Don swore under his breath.

Slightly amused he added, "Elle is gonna kill you."

Don snorted, "Oh, no Chuck. You'll be blamed too. If I go down, you're going down with me. She's gonna kill us both."