T2: Attempted Pie-jacking.
21 Days Later...
November 23rd, (2024)
In the middle of the night, in the Oberg Mountains, inside a 19th century yellow victorian house, Cameron Duff and Mickey were sneaking downstairs to the kitchen to get two pieces of pie that Cameron's Grandmother had made earlier today.
Cameron held an off flashlight, he wore a gray short sleeve shirt, red pajama pants, and white socks.
After school had let out for Thanksgiving, Cameron's parents took him and Mickey to the airport on November 19th and boarded the first plane to Trofte-Minnesota, to gather with the whole family and spend the hilodays together. Trofte was Cameron's Dad's home-town and was where he was born and grew up as a kid. The victorian house was his childhood home and was now inhibited by his mother only, since his father had sadly passed away at 71 years old in 2020.
Cameron and Mickey made their way through the dark living-room, down the dark foyer, and entered into the dark kitchen where Cameron turned on his flashlight. They then turned around to see if anyone was coming into the kitchen as they backed up further into it. They then bumped into someone who was standing in front of the refrigerator.
"AH!" Cameron and the person screamed before they, and Mickey, turned to face each other. It was Cameron's father, Bill Duff, in his blue house robe and black slippers.
"What on Earth are you doing down here?" Bill asked.
"Oh, um, Mickey and i thought we heard somebody breaking in. What are you doing down here?" Cameron said.
"Uh, the same thing." Bill said.
"Pie's in the fridge." Cameron said.
"Yep." Bill said before he turned back to the fridge, opened it, got out the saran wrapped pecan pie, then he closed the door. "Nothing like sneaking a little pecan pie before Thanksgiving." He said as he carried the pie over to the kitchen counter in middle of the kitchen, with Cameron and Mickey following, and he sat the pie down on the counter.
"Shh! Shh!" Cameron shushed.
"Don't shush me. This is not the first Billy Duff pie-jacking. Son, son, i'm 37 years old, and i have been jacking pies since i was 10 years old on Thanksgiving-1997. I got away with that one un-noticed. 1998, I got sloppy. Got busted. 1999, We got a dog named Sparky. From then on, the dog ate the pie." Bill explained.
"Hahahahahaha!" Cameron and Bill laughed as they high-fived each other.
The kitchen lights then came on.
"AH!" Cameron and Bill screamed as they and Mickey turned to see 75-year old Monica Duff, Bill's mother, standing in the kitchen in her pink robe and pink slippers, as well as revealing Cameron's flashlight to be red and the refrigerator to be a 70s yellow fridge. She had neck-length blond hair, blue eyes, and she was a little heavy-set.
"Hey." Cameron greeted nervously, a guilty smile on his face.
"So, i guess it's your nose i should've been shoving in the pan." Monica said.
"Well, actually, keeping his nose out of the pan would've been more of a punishment." Cameron said.
"Oh, quiet, Cam." Bill said. "Mother. My sweet Mommy."
"Ah, save it. I've got a few secrets of my own. I have been stashing away a pie or two ever since i saw the size of your sweet tooth." Said Monica.
"Oh, Grandma Monica, the pie-hider." Cameron said.
"And don't you forget it. Now out of here. All three of you. Out of the kitchen. Out." Monica said.
Cameron, Mickey and Bill exited the kitchen and headed down the foyer to return upstairs to bed.
"(Sighs) Boy, i tell ya." Monica said before she went over to the counter, got the pie, carried it to the refrigerator, opened the door, placed it back inside, closed the door, walked over to the light- switch on the wall by the exit, turned the lights off, and then made her way down the foyer to return upstairs to bed.
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