After eating an actual breakfast (he could only stomach toast now), he then banned Pinky from the kitchen, with much protest from the latter. Then, he had to clean it, which took a while because he didn't want Pinky within 5 feet of the area.

With that done, Brain fixed himself another piece of toast and sat down with the paper. Pinky watched him curiously, resting his head on the desk.

"My bad, you probably want the news. Go ahead," he said as he handed the paper to Pinky.

"Thanks, poit!" Pinky took the paper, went to the back, grabbed a page, and gave it back to Brain. "I only read the funnies."

"Now that's a word I haven't heard in a while," Brain said absentmindedly while skimming the international news section. "Glad to see that new stem cell treatment in Turkey is getting good results."

"Oh look, Garfield kicked Odie off the table again."

Two different worlds.

"So, what's your plan for today, Mr. Brain?" Pinky asked.

The title felt odd. Especially since Pinky nearly burned his kitchen down and was yet still being formal.

"Just call me Brain, Pinky. And I'm planning to do some shopping to get some ingredients. I wanted to try a new dish."

Right, Pinky probably had weekend plans too. Good question, what did he even do on the weekends?

"Did you have any errands you need to run?"

Pinky nodded. "I need some supplies of me own too. A plan of mind backfired, so I need something new."

"I see. We could grab something at the store-"

"Oh no, no, no! I know a fabulous art store with the best supplies. The paste is superior!"

"Nice to see you know your art supplies. Hobby of yours?"

"Oh no, I meant the paste is delicious! No longer eat it, but back in the day, it was a 5-course meal."

Brain made a face. "Certainly, explains a lot."

"It's on the other side of town. It's a bit of a drive."

"I don't mind. Grab your coat, we'll be leaving in 30 minutes."

After getting the groceries (half was Brain's, and the other half was for Pinky, mainly just candy with ingredients lists more saturated with chemicals than a nuclear accident), he stacked them in the car. One was a frozen sherbet, which was sensitive to temperature. It could only be out for over an hour.

They set to driving and Brain pulled out the GPS once they were on the highway.

"So, where's the address for this store again?" he asked.

Pinky punched in the name and the address showed up.

"That can't be right. It says it's in the next town over. That's an hour away."

Pinky nodded. "Nope, that's the right one. Right next to the bakery."

Brain's face lost its color. "B-But you said it was on the other side of town," he fumed.

"It is, it's on the further side," Pinky answered innocently.

The sherbet could only be out for over an hour. The sherbet, the goddamn sherbet-

Calm down Brain. Worse case scenario, it's a little melted. Pop in and pop out of the store. Slightly melted sherbet is not the end of the world.

He gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas. Speed limits be damned, he wanted to get home before it was dark.

After an hour and a half, they arrived at the store. Pinky went inside, and Brain went to check on the sherbet.

He opened the package, praying it wasn't melted. At this point, let him have one win this weekend.

The universe hated him. Inside was orange soup, beyond the point of saving. It taunted him, laughing at the fact that he was a buffoon for thinking it would last an hour in this heat.

Brain sat in the trunk next to it and curled his hands into fists, pounding them against his head. A scream was building up inside of him, but he suppressed it.

He cursed quietly, muttering things that would make the people at the lab raise an eyebrow. Or call the police.

He checked his watch. It was 30 minutes. It was getting dark.

5 more minutes and he was leaving. Let him catch an Uber or something, anything to get him out of his sight. Anything to get this massive headache away.

But in less than 2, Pinky popped out again, placing the bag in the backseat. Suddenly, there was a lot of yelling.

"Hey, you, you knocked over the display! Come back!"

Mere threats. Didn't seem that important. Wonder what pissed him off?

But then Brain saw a gun. With bullets flying from it. They got into the car and he pressed his foot on the gas and gunned it, bullets littering his trunk, none getting into car, thankfully.

A siren was in the background, very faint. Seems like they caught the guy. They kept their speed above 70, just in case.

"What happened back there?" Brain asked. "What did you do?"

"I dunno!" Pinky yelled. "I saw a flower and touched it, then the entire thing went plop! I tried to pick it up, but he had the gun and kept yelling at me. And I'm banned, narf! No more paste!"

He crossed his arms and pouted.
"You were nearly killed, Pinky, and you're worrying about that?"

"I liked that store!"

Brain let go of the steering wheel momentarily and popped another two aspirin without water. Then, he put his hands back on it and drove them home.

Then, they were greeted by traffic. At this point, they'd make it home with an hour to spare.

That aspirin better start working. He could feel a massive headache coming on.

By the time they got back, it was nearly an hour before the special. He decided against it and set the DVR to record it. Then, he prepped the dinner he planned, although it wasn't as extravagant as he wanted, mainly because it was supposed to be prepared over hours.

But it was still good. Pinky seemed to enjoy it. Steak was steak after all. At least the garlic butter turned out good.

They washed and loaded the dishwasher and Brain headed off to bed. Perhaps he would wake up early tomorrow and watch the recordings of the films.

The TV was still blaring when he went to bed. Seemed like it was movie marathon. He didn't recognize the voices. Probably something silly.

He went to bed and fell asleep. Hopefully Sunday was a lot more peaceful.