AN~ I kept the original concept because, you know, funny little pointless oneshots are kind of nice sometimes. But I edited it. A lot.
Everyone in the Grimm family loved toaster waffles. Daphne liked them because they were a lot easier to stuff into one's pocket and carry along for a snack than pancakes were. Relda liked them because she had enough cooking to do in a household that varied between four and eleven people for most meals, and providing toaster waffles meant that the family would have a warm, filling breakfast without making more work for her. Puck liked to eat them raw because of the looks the rest of the family gave him when he bit into a frozen waffle. Mr. Canis enjoyed the speed and ease of the food. Everyone else liked them because they were a lot more regularly edible than the rest of Relda's food. And Elvis just liked all food. The more the humans in the house liked it, the better.
So when Sabrina went for breakfast her second day at Granny's for the summer, she immediately headed for the box of toaster waffles. The box was almost empty, even though Granny had made scrambled ostrich eggs and tofu bacon the day before for breakfast. Sabrina glanced around the empty kitchen and grabbed the one remaining waffle. She was alone. It was safe to eat the thing. So she headed for the toaster.
Daphne entered the room and also headed for the freezer, only to be met with an empty Eggo box. She turned to glare at her sister. "Sabrina?"
"Hm?" Sabrina asked as innocently as possible, keeping her body between her sister and the waffle.
"Have you seen the toaster waffles?"
"The what?" Frick.
"You know, the toaster waffles. Round? Blueberries? Ring a bell?"
"Oh, those. Nope haven't seen em." Sabrina put her hands behind her back and started edging for the toaster again. She'd never been as good at lying to Daphne as she'd been at lying to other people, and she'd been surprised out of losing her cool today.
"What's in you hand?"
"Nothing."
"Show me."
Sabrina held out her empty hand.
"Your other hand."
Sabrina put the original hand behind her back and put out the opposite one.
"Show me both," Daphne demanded.
Sabrina did so, sticking the waffle on the counter behind her.
Daphne, of course, noticed this. "Sabrina!" she shrieked.
Sabrina winced. "Did you have to yell?" She hated getting between her sister and food.
"You liar!"
"Look, I was here first," Sabrina said. And Daphne liked Granny's food. Nobody could fault her for looking out for herself in a situation like this.
"What's with the shouting, Peanut?" Uncle Jake asked, popping his head into the room.
"Sabrina's got the last toaster waffle ans she lied about it!"
"Really, girls, is this necessary? I'm gonna have to confiscate this now." He held out his hand for the waffle.
Sabrina pulled it away from Uncle Jake's extended hand protectively. "Mine!" she hissed.
"Are you two or something, Grimm?" Puck asked, following Jake into the room.
"Where did YOU come from?" Daphne asked.
"Like you're one to talk Mr. Picks-his-nose-and-eats-it?" Sabrina shot back.
"Give me the waffle, 'Brina."
"No," Sabrina said.
"You finished the last box!" Puck complained.
"I did not! That was Uncle Jake!" Sabrina protested.
"Was it?" Daphne asked, turning a thoughtful, somewhat predatory look on her uncle.
Uncle Jake glared at Sabrina. "You promised not to tell!"
"And you promised that I could finish the next one!"
"You said Sabrina ate it!" Daphne was apparently still stuck on Uncle Jake's lie.
"You are such a liar." Puck shook his head.
Sabrina took advantage of their distraction to shove the waffle in the toaster.
"Oh no you didn't!" Puck said.
"You do that scarily well." Daphne shook her head.
"Oh yes I did!" Sabrina retaliated.
That was when Puck jumped on Sabrina. The two of them started scuffling on the floor by the refrigerator. Uncle Jake scooted towards the toaster, not noticing Daphne step in front of him.
"Oh no you don't!" she said. "That waffle's mine!"
"Look, Daphne-"
The two of them continued arguing, neither getting any closer to the toaster. Unnoticed by everyone else, Elvis entered the room.
The toaster popped up. Uncle Jake had recently repaired it, though and the springs sent the toast up five feet into the air, almost to the ceiling. All motion in the room stopped as everyone in the room turned to watch the arc of the waffle, a glorious flight through the room. Everyone stopped moving, that is, except for Elvis. He jumped up and caught the toast, swallowing it in one bite.
The end.