Unknown to the Twins, Persephone had placed them back in their beds after they had fallen asleep and the storm was well over with. So early the next morning, before Persephone and the Merovingian were up, the Twins dressed themselves and made their beds by roughly pulling the sheets off and wadding them up in the most destructive and disorderly way possible. While appearing to be only three years old, the Twins' minds were a little more advanced than normal human kids' minds are at that age, because of them being programs. Because of their advanced minds, the Twins could think, reason, and understand certain things as adults would and get along fine on their own if they had to. It sometimes amazed the maids and butlers in the chateau at how well and fluently the Twins could speak while appearing to be so young. However, despite their advancements, they still acted like normal three-year-olds.

After gloating over their success of harassing their beds, the Twins sat in the middle of the floor for a long talk.

"Daddy was really mad last night." One whispered to Two, careful not to talk too loud.

"Yeah. We were fortunate to get out of that one in one piece."

"Why don't we do something to show him we're sorry?"

"Yeah! That's a good idea." Two smiled. "What do we do?"

One thought a moment.

"We could clean the chateau."

"Nah, the maids do that."

One thought some more.

"We could fix up his car."

"Are you kidding! We don't know how to fix a car."

One wrinkled his forehead. Two had a point. The car might look worse after they got through with it. One continued to think of more ideas. Before he could say anything, Two got an idea.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Two nudged One's knee. "We could fix him breakfast!"

"Great idea!" One smiled. "How hard can it be to cook?"

"Looks easy. I've seen the cooks do it many times."

"C'mon then." One got up and grabbed Two by the coat and pulled him along.

In the kitchen, the Twins looked around them at all the many tall counters. It was about an hour before the cooks and butlers and maids started breakfast, so the Twins had the whole place to themselves.

"Where should we start?" One asked.

"I dunno, but first we need to decide on what we're going to fix."

Both Twins thought a minute.

"It's got to be somethin' easy." Two said.

"The cooks always fix breakfast. Why don't we just fix somethin' little to go along with it?" One suggested.

"Yeah! That would be better."

"So, any ideas?"

Two thought some more.

"What about a cake?" Two finally said.

"Perfect! I've watched Mummy make one several times. It's the easiest thing to fix!"

"What do we do first?" Two watched as One ran to the pantry doors.

"We've got to make the cake. Then after that we make the frosting. First we've got to get things to make it with though."

In the pantry, One ran to a huge sack of flour, grabbed a cup that was down in it and pulled out a cup full.

"Here, take this and set it on the counter. I'll get the other stuff."

Two timidly took the cup of flour and did what One had told him to do. When he came back, One shoved another cup into his hand, this one being full of sugar. Two took it and set it beside the flour then came back. One again gave him another cup, full of cornmeal.

"Are you sure this is right?" Two looked at the cup of light yellow powder.

"I dunno. I can't remember how many cups of powdered stuff Mummy put in it. I wish Daddy had enhanced our reading skills. I can't make out what it says on the bag I got that out of. Guess we'll put it in the cake anyway."

Two rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen to place the cup of cornmeal next to the other cups.

"Now we need butter and milk." One said, walking into the kitchen. He opened the huge fridge and struggled with reaching what he needed. He finally pushed a stool over and got up onto it and tried to lift the jug of milk. The jug proved too heavy for the young child, resulting in One dropping it. The jug burst as soon as it hit the hard floor, causing milk to splatter everywhere.

"Uh oh." Two mumbled, looking down at the mess. "What do we do now?"

"I saw some sponges in one corner of the pantry. We can get them and soak up enough milk to squeeze into a cup."

Two ran into the pantry and came back out with a couple of sponges. Handing one of them to One, he got down on his knees and started mopping up the puddle of milk. One joined him.

"Go get a glass and we'll squeeze this out into it."

Quick as he had been told, Two came back with a glass. When the problem of the milk being easily solved, One continued getting the ingredients needed out of the fridge. He handed the butter to Two, who added it to the collection of stuff on the counter. Then he grabbed several eggs and handed them to Two also.

"Is that all?" Two asked, watching One close the fridge.

"I think so. Now we need bowls and spoons."

It was long and hard, but the Twins managed to gather everything they needed and soon had a bowl full of what they called 'cake batter'. Though, any resemblance between it and real cake batter would have been purely accidental. The Twins looked down at their achievement with satisfaction, One stirring it slowly.

"Now what do we do?" Two asked, wiping a smudge of flour from his cheek.

"Let's put some of this in it to give it flavor." One said, reaching for a small box with the label 'Red Pepper' on it.

"What is it?"

"I think it's salt."

"Salt's not red like that is it?" Two looked curiously at the red stuff One sprinkled in the batter.

One stopped and looked at it.

"Maybe it's food coloring then." One looked at Two and grinned. "We'll have a red cake!"

After getting the cake batter just right, the Twins struggled with getting it into the oven, but somehow managed the difficult task easier than they had expected. Now all that was left to do was to make the icing. One got out a clean bowl and started pouring ingredients into it, not realizing what half of the stuff even was. If it looked like what Persephone or one of the cooks had used, he poured it in.

"Give me that bottle there, would you?" One pointed to a bottle on the top shelf of one of the cabinets, a bottle having a label reading, 'Nitroglycerin'.

Two climbed onto the counter and grabbed the small bottle and handed it to one.

"This has got to be corn syrup." One said, opening the bottle's lid. Two wrinkled his nose as he watched One mix the liquid into the glob of goo in the middle of the bowl.

The cake was done, everything was going as planned. The Twins bounded into the dining room where the Merovingian was seated and reading the morning newspaper. One playfully pulled Two's dreadlocks and took off running and screaming around the table when Two started after him.

"Hey!" The Mero's voice snapped. The Twins stopped and looked in his direction. "That's enough. Now sit down and behave yourselves. I'm not in a mood to hear screaming at this hour of the morning."

The Twins did as they were told. They nudged each other and whispered about the cake. The Mero peered at them from behind the edge of his paper.

"What are you two up to?" he calmly asked. Both Twins smiled innocently and shrugged their shoulders. At that moment, Persephone walked into the room and smiled when she saw the Twins. After giving each of them a kiss, she sat down at her place at the table.

"Daddy, can we be excused for a minute?" One said, gently touching Mero's arm.

"What for?" the Mero roughly turned a page of the newspaper.

"It's a surprise." Two grinned.

"Go on then." The Mero sighed and looked at Perse in a puzzled way. She smiled and shrugged, telling the Mero she had no idea of the Twins' plans.

"Daddy, we made this just for you." both Twins shouted together as they came back into the dining room. Between the two of them, they carried a small cake that badly leaned to one side. They placed it on the table in front of the Merovingian and giggled at his expression.

"It's to say we're sorry for all the trouble we caused yesterday." Two said, timidly. All the Mero could do was stare.

"We made it all by ourselves. No help at all from anyone."

The Mero slowly turned to look the Twins over.

"No help from anyone?" he finally got out, more whispered than anything. He turned to Persephone.

"I didn't program them with cooking skills." He gasped under his breath. Perse had to fight back a laugh.

"Don't you like it, Daddy?"

"Yeah, it's wonderful. Thanks a lot." The Mero forced a smile and ruffled both Twins' hair.

"If it tastes a little weird, don't worry it's probably just the soap that was still on the sponges we used to soak up the milk." Said Two. One nudged his side. The Mero's eyebrows raised.

"Perse, do I eat this?" The Mero whispered to Perse.

"If you don't they'll wonder why." She whispered back.

The Mero smiled again at the Twins and nervously picked up a knife and started cutting the cake.

"Aw, it's not red. I thought it'd be red." One sighed.

"What?" The Mero's head jerked up.

"Nothing."

The Merovingian placed a slice of the cake onto his plate and proceeded to eat a bite. Immediately after placing the bite in his mouth, his eyes widened. The fork he held fell to the floor and he grabbed onto Perse's arm.

"What's wrong, dear?" Perse asked. The Mero didn't say anything, but instead pointed at his mouth and gagged. While trying to reach for a glass and the silver flagon filled with water, he bumped the plate and the slice of cake onto the floor. Before he knew what had happened, a slight bang was heard and a puff of smoke came from where the plate had landed. Perse screamed and the Mero jumped up, nearly knocking the whole table over, while the Twins scattered for cover.

"Gahhh! I've been poisoned! What on earth was in that cake!" the Mero shouted after getting his glass of water and his voice back. He stared down at the singed mark on the carpet where the piece of cake had exploded. Perse shakily walked up to the table and stared down at the remaining cake then slowly looked at her husband.

"Did it taste good, Daddy?" One's voice came to the Mero's ears. He turned to see the Twins slowly making their way to the table again.

"I'm going to get both of you!" the Mero shouted. The Twins screamed and ran out of the dining room with the Merovingian in pursuit.