Grandma left the tray of goodies on the table with a smile as Scott and Alan continued to chew the cookies she had offered to them, she turned the corner and the brothers got to work.

"Man, I can't eat another one, Scott," Alan winced.

"Give me the plate, I have an idea," Scott took the plate from Alan and walked towards Virgil's chute down to Thunderbird 2.

"He's going to kill you."

"I'm not putting them there," Scott hissed back as he chucked the cookies into the furnace. "Full power," he turned the gas fire on and watched the cookies turn to ash. "Mission accomplished," he hopped down the steps and grinned at the pie.

"Not another step," Grandma scolded entering the lounge. "Your brothers will be returning soon and will want some pie too."

"I haven't even had a slice," Scott whined as Alan laughed.

"Busted!"

The sound of roaring engines filled the air and Grandma smiled, "that's more like it." She tutted, "and you didn't leave any cookies for them? I thought I raised you better, Scotty."

Alan laughed again to the point he had to sit down on the sofa, "we were hungry."

Gordon and Virgil joined them eventually and sat down in the ring as Scott offered them bagels.

"I can smell apples," Virgil grinned at the pie. "Who baked that?"

"Grandma did," Alan smiled. "With a helping hand."

"Who?"

"Max, apparently," Scott smirked. "A robot that can bake. Brains really did design him for anything."

Gordon eyed up the warm treat, "well I'm not waiting any longer. Who wants a slice?"

Virgil smirked, "I'll take the whole thing."

"Over my dead body," Gordon glared at him.

"Considering how wet my co-pilot seat is thanks to you, that's tempting. I've been online looking at headstone prices."

"Wet?" Alan asked before bursting out laughing.

"Underwater rescue, idiot. I didn't dry off when I went up to the cockpit."

"Gordon Cooper Tracy!" Grandma shouted. "Don't call your brother an idiot."

"There was a good reason," Gordon muttered as she came down the steps with plates and a knife.

"You won't get any pie if you continue to behave like that."

"Did you stop the train, Scott?" Virgil asked as Grandma handed him a plate with a slice of pie on it.

"Not really. Alan was the one who saved us."

Alan beamed, "I hate school work usually, but it proved useful today."

"What was it?"

"Game theory. John would've never have checked the train's computer code if I hadn't mentioned it."

Scott rolled his eyes, "if there wasn't a damaged piece of code in there then what I did outside the train would have worked too."

"Yeah, but you had already failed by letting Thunderbird 1 shoot off. John told me the hologram image of her speeding off down the track was hilarious to watch."

Scott snorted, "if she had crashed I wouldn't have cared, as long as we had saved the passengers."

Virgil smiled, "you would've cared, then you would've called me crying and asked me to help you get her back," and the others, apart from Scott, laughed. "This pie is great, Grandma."

"I'll say," Alan nodded. "Delicious."

"Good. However, nothing beats my cookies."

Scott paled slightly, "no, nothing."