Disclaimer: My lawyers have informed me that even though I own the Despicable Me DVD, all of the plushies, and Jimmy, I do not, in fact, own Despicable Me. Yet.
Author's Note: Okay, WOW, I want to apologize for something you guys probably didn't even noticed. The summary for my last story, The Old Days, was actually the summary for this story. So yeah, sorry about that... and now on to the story ^_^!
Toss, flip, fall, sizzle...
Toss, flip, fall, sizzle...
Toss, triple flip, fall, sizzle...
"That is so cool, Dad!" Edith exclaimed from her spot at the breakfast table. Gru allowed a small proud smirk before he returned his attention to the pancake currently in the air; it landed perfectly in the middle of the pan with a satisfying sizzle. Gru tipped the fluffy masterpiece onto Agnes's unicorn shaped plate and she quickly drowned it in syrup. "Me next! I want one next!"
"Okay Edith. Yours is next." Gru started pouring the thick batter into the pan.
"WAIT! I want mine in the shape of a sword!"
Gru quickly added more batter to accommodate this new want.
"With blood!"
More batter.
"And tiny spikes!"
A sigh and more batter.
"And-"
"Edith, there is only so much that can be done with batter." Gru said, carefully checking the bottom of the heaping amount of batter. It was slowly browning.
Edith sat back in her seat and watched as her pancake was flipped high into the air and expertly caught by her dad in the pan. After it passed his critical exam of whether it was done to perfection, the pancake was tossed onto her plate. She licked her lips at the golden brown piece of heaven and reached for the butter. A heavy spoonful was smeared around on the surface, quickly melting into a yellow ooze. The butter was followed by its close cousin, peanut butter. The sword's blade was now a thick brown sludge covered blade. The batter made blood was covered by strawberries, the handle by banana slices, the entire thing by whip cream, and then topped with chocolate syrup.
Edith sat back to look at her creation, and had to remind herself not to drool.
"Ehh, Edith, be careful with the sweets; remember what Dr. Nefario said about your teeth..." Gru warned, eying the mountain of sugar warily.
Edith shrugged the comment off and picked up her fork. She reverently cut a large piece of the pancake, making sure to get everything on it, and stuck it in her mouth. It wasn't ten seconds later Edith ran from the kitchen and bolted into the bathroom. The sounds of vomiting were soon heard.
Gru stared after his middle child, confusion and worry fighting to show on his face.
Margo and Agnes stopped eating, looking towards the bathroom as well, before Margo said,
"That's right. Edith hates pancakes."