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Chapter 1 – Food Shopping

Mr. Sinister pushed the grocery cart through the crowded grocery store and threw some random food items in. "What are Twinkies?" He flipped the box over and read the ingredients. "No food value. The veritable Morlocks of the food industry."

His young granddaughter sat in the shopping cart and smiled at him adoringly. "I like Twinkies!" Her eyes sparkled at him.

"These are not healthy." He said, trying to be firm.

She suddenly frowned and looked down. "Okay, grandpa." Her slight whine and submission to his request forced a sigh out of Sinister. "Dr. McCoy lets me eat them."

Hating any and all competition for Becky's affection, he caved under the pressure. "Just this once!" He said, throwing the Twinkies in the basket and watching the girl smile. "Where are the twins?"

Ka-Boom!

"Cleanup Aisle Five! Cleanup Aisle Five!"

Sinister gripped the basket firmly. "Well, I'm sure 'aisle five' is a good guess. What do you think, Princess?"

"We could leave them here." The girl said sweetly. "There's plenty of food!"

Essex chuckled at the girl. "That is a very good idea, but Mommy wouldn't like that." He still wasn't sure how he'd been stuck watching Remy and Liz's three kids for two weeks, but they'd only been gone for six hours and he was feeling old.

"Neither would the other people that shop here!" Becky said to her grandfather, who laughed harder as they made their way to aisle five. "Laun…dry det-t-ter-gent." The girl said, reading the sign, making Sinister smile proudly before confronting the hellions.

"Etienne, Adam, Come here." He said to the two boys that were covered in a strange white powder. "You are covered in powdered soap. Why?"

Etienne spoke first. "We ummm…spilled some soda and wanted to get it out."

"And we thought the powder would be less messy!" Adam added, as he purposely dusted some of the powder onto Becky, who started to cry, unsurprisingly. Sinister was fairly sure he'd have spent a lot of time crying with brothers like those. No amount of discipline could tame them in the least bit. They were like wild animals.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to start fights with your sister?" He barked angrily at them. "And to stay with me?" The boys shot the trademark Lebeau smirk at him and shrugged. "Don't give me that look, you are both grounded when we get home!"

Sinister looked up and saw two teenaged girls watching him scold the boys. "Tampons are four aisles over!" He hissed at them as they rolled their eyes and walked away. "I can't take this." He said, turning back to the twins, who had already disappeared. "Is that everything off the list?"

He looked over to see that Becky had drawn something he couldn't quite make out all over the list. Scribbles! "Do you like it? I made it just for you!"

"Of course I like it, Princess." He said, masking his disappointment that his well-organized list was hidden under a picture of…something.

"It's a picture of you, Grandpa!" She smiled widely at Essex, who smiled back at the girl and looked down. 'I hope I don't look like this. A big pile of scribbles. Red crayon scribbles.' "Where did you get crayons since we left home?"

"Adam." She replied. Sinister groaned. He and Remy were having some severe conflicts as to teaching the children about theft in general. Adam tended to agree more with Remy's opinion of it. "What's wrong, grandpa, you don't like it?" He looked down at the girl's watering eyes and quickly changed modes.

"Becky, it is a darling drawing. But grandpa's list is ruined and he doesn't know what to…" Becky's little hands turned the drawing over and there was the list, still intact, on the other side of the drawing. He kissed the girl on the forehead and let out a sigh of relief as he looked over the list.

"Is there a Grandpa Sinister in the store? Please report to the Management Office. That's a Grandpa Sinister to the Management Office!"

Sinister looked back down at Becky. "If we left them here, would you tell on me?"

"Nuh-uh!" She said over-enthusiastically, making Sinister laugh as he went to go claim the twins and get them out of whatever trouble they'd gotten into.

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