Desert
Danny stared at the apple pie that was cooling on Sam's window sill. Cinnamon...pecans...
Sam made the best apple pie in all of Amity Park, but she only made it for her family, and her friends. Tucker had said he would be late, leaving no one to pull Danny back from the sugary temptation.
"Must...eat...pie!" Danny snagged the metal tray of the copper ledge, ignoring the scalding on his hands. He downed the pie in three minutes, pecans and crumbs dusting his shirt and mouth. Danny stared at the empty tin.
"Uh oh."
"Hey Danny, are-MY PIE!"
Danny yelped and dropped the tin, running away from the angry Sam. "I have no will power when it come to sugar! You know that!"
Tucker hopped from his mother's BMW and watched Sam chase Danny with a wooden spoon. He trailed his gaze to the empty pie tin.
"DANNY!"
Danny ran five blocks before he was beaten senseless by a wooden spoon and a sharp stick.