A/N: The ideas just keep pouring in for this short story series. Here's the third chapter, inspired by a silly little commercial that I've seen in the past. However, it still turns out heartwarming in the end.
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I did own Ricochet or Droop-a-Long?
Story 3: Real Homemade
Inspired by: Fake Friends vs. Real Friends
The sound of a pan crashing to the floor, followed by loud shushing noises, caused Ricochet to jump out of his sleep. At the sound of more metal hitting the floor, he jumped out of bed, grabbed his gun from off his nightstand and crept over to the door. This wasn't the first time someone attempted to rob his office in the middle of the night.
A third clang, and Droop-a-Long yelled, "YEEOWW! My poor foot!"
That did it for Ricochet then. Those outlaws could hurt him any time of the week, but nobody was going to lay a finger on Droop-a-Long, not if he had anything to say about it. He kicked open the door and swung over the landing, landing on the ground with a hard slap. All chaos stopped when he straightened up and leveled his gun at the intruders. "Alright, drop whatever you've got and nobody gets hurt!" he demanded.
Everyone in the room, including Droop-a-Long, screamed in terror upon seeing him. Ricochet was about to say something else when he noticed that the other people weren't dressed in outlaw clothing, or carried weapons on them. He also noticed that they were all wearing aprons and were holding whisks and mixing bowls.
"Shucks, I told ya you'd wake him up with all that noise," Droop-a-Long said, looking at one of the "intruders". He looked annoyed, and such an expression was rare on the coyote's face. "Now ya've gone and ruined the whole thing!"
"Sorry, Mr. Droop-a-Long," the man said. "The bowl slipped out of my hands."
"What the-how...I don't...what?" Ricochet was so shocked that he couldn't form a complete sentence. Droop-a-Long was working together with a group of intruders who appeared to be chefs? After a few more seconds of staring in stunned silence, he said, "Droop, what in the blue blazes are you doin'?!"
"Well, I guess since you're up now, I'll explain," Droop-a-Long replied.
"And what exactly do you need to explain, Droop-a-Long?" Ricochet demanded.
"Well, ya know how you love those homemade carrot biscuits from that diner across the way, but ya never eat 'em 'cause you're out fightin' crime?" Droop-a-Long started.
"Yeah, I do love those carrot cake biscuits," Ricochet said, his face taking on a dreamy expression.
"Well, I figured that instead of havin' to hurry and get breakfast from that place, I'd bring the folks over to the office to make 'em for ya," Droop-a-Long replied. "Then they'd be real homemade biscuits."
"Is this true?" Ricochet asked, turning to the chefs.
The man that Droop-a-Long had reprimanded nodded. "Yeah. He was nice enough to ask us instead of doing what those outlaws did last month," he said.
"What happened that time?" Droop-a-Long asked, cocking his head in confusion.
"You should remember, Droop. They kidnapped the owners in order to make food for them," Ricochet clarified.
"Ah, right. I plum forgot 'bout that one."
"But still...this is kinda odd, even for you, Droop. Why'd ya go to all this trouble to make biscuits for me?" Ricochet said.
"Well, you were talkin' about them so much this mornin', I figured you probably wanted some," he said. "And I'm not too good at bakin' things, remember?"
Ricochet had to suppress a shudder at that, recalling his deputy's attempt to make a carrot cake for his birthday. "Unfortunately, yes," he said. "So...you planned this all out as a surprise for me?"
"Yeah...but I reckon you're none too happy about it right now. I did wake you up in the middle of the night," Droop-a-Long assumed. His ears lowered in shame.
Ricochet looked at him in surprise. "Are ya kiddin', Droop? This has got to be the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me," he said.
"Y-Ya really mean it?"
"O' course I do. I admit, this is a surprise I never expected, but I ain't about ta throw your hard work out the window," Ricochet said. He gave a smile to his deputy. "Thanks, Droop-a-Long. And thanks to you folks, as well."
"You're welcome, Mr. Ricochet," Droop-a-Long said, and everyone else gave similar statements. "But next time, I think I'll just get 'em for ya instead o' bringin' the chefs here in the middle of the night."
"I agree with that sentiment, Droop," Ricochet agreed, and he and Droop-a-Long laughed.
"So, with that said," the baker said, "you wanna eat one of these biscuits while they're still hot?"
Ricochet smiled. "I thought you'd never ask!" He turned to Droop-a-Long. "Do you have hot coffee, too, Droop?"
Droop-a-Long nodded. "Sure do, Mr. Ricochet. You go on 'n eat yer fill."
"How's 'bout we all eat?" Ricochet said. "I've got a good appetite, but even I can't eat all these here biscuits by myself!"
"You've got that right, Sheriff," one of the bakers said. He pulled out a series of plates. "Well, what're we standin' around here for? The food's gettin' cold!"
With that, everyone made their way to the table, ready to eat and drink their fill long into the night.
The End
Friends will bring you that one food you've been craving for days. Real friends will bring the actual chefs to your house to make them for you. :D
The commercial that inspired this was a Hardee's biscuit commercial about how they make homemade biscuits...just not in people's homes. For some reason this took longer than I thought it would, despite it being the shortest of the two stories.
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