A/N — tonight our elves return from the North Pole to haunt, er, "watch" us for Santa. Last year, then four-year-old kept trying to knock them down with a stick. We're hoping for a safer experience this time around. xoxo — kals
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Name: Pies
Setting: Sometime between season 3 and season 5; AU
Prompt: Baking Disasters... Use the line: "Why is the oven on fire!?"
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"The oven is beeping." Danny's voice was casual, as though the thing hadn't already been beeping for the last five minutes.
Nobody moved. Finally, Carlton opened his eyes. "I think we left a pie in there. We should probably get it out."
"Pie? What kind?" Tex asked.
Danny frowned. "Cherry, I think. Or maybe pecan."
Tex set his arms on his knees, leaning forward, before slumping back against the couch. "Today is a sad day, my friends. I have eaten so much that even the lure of pie is not enough to get me off this couch."
The oven beeped again, the sound getting closer and closer together, but nobody moved.
"That monkey bread," Wolf sighed. "And the peppermint cheesecake."
Carlton groaned. "The key lime meringue pie."
"The apple crisp," Miller added.
Danny snorted. "Really, Miller? It's the one time of the year that you can eat anything and you pick apple crisp?"
"Says the man who filled up on fudge," Carlton retorted.
"I smell smoke, Green, you may want to check on that pie." But since Wolf didn't bother lifting his head, the words lacked something in the conviction department.
"Eh," came the reply. "The fire alarm hasn't gone off."
"But man, that fudge was good," Tex noted. "Gooey and chocolatey and those sprinkles were like pure sugar."
"They were pure sugar. Kara made them herself," Danny explained. "Just like those s'mores. I had no idea there was such a thing as gourmet marshmallows."
Just then, a high-pitched shrieking began. Miller half sat. "Is that the fire alarm?"
Before anyone answered, the door opened to admit Kara, Andrea, and Alisha, all of whom were carrying various bags and packages. For the briefest moment, they stood there, frozen, and then Kara went flying across the room. She stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, shooting Danny an incredulous look. "Why is the oven on fire?"
Danny frowned. "Oops."
As Kara disappeared, Andrea set her items down, toe tapping as she put her hands on her hips. "The oven caught fire and you didn't notice?"
"Red," Tex drawled. "After those rum balls, you could burn the house down around me and I wouldn't care."