A crazy snow day with a side of breakfast
Yesterday
Timmy stood atop a chair to look out his bedroom window, it was nearing his bedtime and when he'd wake up the next day it'd be the first day of December. He glanced up as he watched a minuscule amount of snowfall to the ground, Timmy sighed in frustration and hopped off his chair.
Poofing into existence in the air above Timmy were Cosmo and Wanda, the two fairy godparents offered encouraging smiles before Wanda spoke up first. "What's the matter, sport?" She asked her fairy godchild as she held her wand up to magically change Timmy's clothes into pajamas.
Cosmo held his wand up and used it to magically levitate a bored looking Timmy onto his bed, "I don't get why you're in the dumps Timmy, is it the snow?" He questioned the boy.
As Timmy sat up in his bed, he looked up at his fairy godparents with a bright smile after coming up with an idea. "Tomorrow's the weekend, but I want more snow than what's falling out there." The boy complained while facing towards the window.
Cosmo and Wanda glanced at each other with smiles while Timmy stood up with his hand on his hip and his other arm up with the index finger out. "Cosmo, Wanda, I wish tomorrow would be filled with snow! An ocean of snow! So much snow that school won't be able to open for a week!" He asked his fairy godparents.
The two raised their wands up with the stars at the tips shining, and with a poof of magic, the effects would soon begin while Timmy layed down on his bed. With his eyelids drooping in tiredness, "It'll be the best snow day!" He yawned while Wanda used her wand to magically lift the covers over Timmy, while Cosmo raised his wand towards the light switch to switch the lights off.
As Timmy began snoring to a deep slumber, Cosmo and Wanda poofed out of sight and reappeared as Goldfish in Timmy's fishbowl. The two fairy godparents then disappeared into their castle within their fishbowl, and soon began to get their shuteye for the night.
Back to the Present
Dimmsdale City, Apartment Flats
Jeffrey, otherwise known as Bouncer to the popular kids, yawned as he stretched his arms up and dragged his feet as he walked towards his kitchen. As he entered his kitchen, he made his way towards his coffee maker that he programmed earlier to make coffee while he freshened up in the bathroom. Clad in only his boxers, worn out bathrobe and blue night slippers, Jeffrey reached out to the countertop cupboards that were built above the countertop.
From out of the cupboard he opened up, the bouncer took out a coffee mug and moved towards the coffee maker just off to the side to pick up the carafe and pour himself a cup of coffee. Satisfied with the amount poured, Jeffrey put the carafe back and allowed the smell of the coffee from his coffee mug to seep into his nose. With a deep whiff, the bouncer let out a contented sigh and took a small sip.
As Jeffrey lowered his mug down from his lips to savor the flavor of the coffee running down his tongue and into his stomach, he glanced out his window that was above his kitchen sink. The bouncer walked over to lean over the sink and look down from his fourth floor room apartment, Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow up as he bared witness to the sight of an ever growing amount of snow piling up on the ground. "This is gotta be the most snow we've had, that looks like ten feet of snow out there!" He remarked before taking a sip once more of his coffee.
The man then turned to face his fridge and stepped over to it a bit and grabbed the handle, "I'm feeling sunny side eggs today." He murmured to himself with a smile as he opened the fridge door up.
Just as he opened the fridge door up, all his items from inside it fell out while he made a look of a deer caught in headlights. Inside his fridge was the front end of a plow and a truck's grill just squeezed in, the sides of his fridge now began to buckle outwards while Jeffrey glanced down at his coffee. The bouncer then glanced back up and down a few more times, before the man finally closed the fridge door gently to step back and ponder what sort of coffee he was drinking.
With a listless expression, Jeffrey walked over to his sink and dumped his coffee with a sigh. "Doctor was right, I do need to cut back on the coffee." He murmured to himself while he finished cleaning his mug and put it aside on the dish rack at the side of the sink.
The bouncer went back to the fridge to open the door up and get his eggs, but just as he was about to open the fridge door in belief of what he saw was a hallucination, the door flew off and crashed into his body; with Jeffrey now sprawled on his back with the fridge door on him, the sound of the truck in his fridge burst out and zoomed over him through the air. The entire process of the massive truck squeezing itself out ignored the physics of such the possibility, and crashed into the wall opposite of the fridge while a large grappling claw flew out the back.
While the truck descended back down from the fourth floor to the outside, Jeffrey groan as he heaved the fridge door off of him; the bouncer let out a shout of surprise as the grappling claw on a tether line grabbed him by the torso, and yanked him out of his apartment through the new hole in the wall while he made a shout of disbelief.
Dimmsdale Highway
The scene is treated to the sight of a large Truck with a snowplow shoving large amounts of snow to the side like a tsunami, occasionally the displaced snow would somehow fall and become a snowman while the Truck plowed its way through the deep snow. A man was being slowly reeled in by a cable and claw that originated out from the cab of the truck, its top was open with the sound of a crank reeling him in. It was Jeffrey, and he let out shouts as he was yanked through the air as the truck continued to be driven through the snow.
The view is then taken inside the cab of the vehicle, Ricky had his feet on the steering wheel while a plate of eggs, pancakes and bacon were in his hands. Vicky sat over on the front passenger seat, with an expression of disbelief as she looked at Ricky driving with his feet. "There's no way it's legal to drive like that!" She exclaimed incredulously with her arms out in disbelief.
Ricky glanced over at Vicky with a cheeky grin, "Mcmhmemckm tmhmem bmomokm." He spoke through a mouthful of pancake.
Vicky gritted her teeth and leaned over to slap Ricky upside the head, "Swallow your food before you speak!" She yelled angrily.
Ricky did just that and grinned as he spoke, "Check the driver's pamphlet in the glovebox, it's legal." He argued back cheekily.
With a skeptical look from Vicky, she turned and reached to the compartment of said dashboard to open the glovebox. As Vicky picked out the aforementioned booklet, Jeffrey continued to make shouts of shock as the tether and grappling hook finally pulled him into the truck. The man was promptly plopped right between An excited Timmy and an Annoyed Trixie, the latter of which leaned against the window to gaze out while the former had his own plate of breakfast to eat.
While Vicky studiously skimmed through the booklet, and went through it again slower, Jeffrey groaned as he felt like stars were swimming around his head. Once he finally regained his bearings, he shook his head and glared over at the driver of the truck. "What's the big…oh…Hey Ricky!" He perked up after a quick realization, "Uh…is that bacon?" He questioned eagerly with an expression of hunger.
Ricky perked up and leaned over and stood on his knees while keeping his foot on the steering wheel, "Yeah! It's Bacon, Eggs, and Pancakes this time!" He said while his back faced the front as he faced Jeffrey the Bouncer.
With a perky smile, Jeffrey stuck his finger up with a look of hunger, "I'll have a plate, juicy bacon, blueberry pancakes, and Eggs sunny side up!" He requested while rubbing his palms together in hunger.
Ricky grinned back and returned to sit normally, "Order coming up!" The teen excitedly hollered while leaning forward towards the dashboard to press a button by the radio, in the next instant, the Truck's dashboard flipped around to present a breakfast cooking setup. A coffee machine bubbling with fresh coffee, a waffle iron in the process of cooking a waffle, and two induction stove tops with pans of sizzling bacon and lightly browning pancakes were being cooked.
"What kind of coffee is that?" Jeffrey the Bouncer idly asked with his gaze homing in on the coffee and its aroma wafting to his nose.
"Arabica." Ricky responded back happily while working the setup, his plate having been put to the side to fix the man up some breakfast.
"I'll have a medium cup!" Jeffrey added to his request.
Meanwhile with Vicky, her expression was that of disbelief as she read more thoroughly of Dimmsdale traffic laws. "Why's it say you can't drive while spanking a donkey! Who'd even do that!?" She shrieked, before glancing at Ricky with a look.
Said teen glanced back with a look of confusion while he worked on making another plate of breakfast with one hand, and kept his other hand on the steering wheel. "Hey, I'm not that crazy!" He exclaimed before grinning cheerfully, "And besides, even if I'd Have a donkey, I'd brush its hair while driving instead. Whoever goes around spanking donkeys and driving is a lunatic." Ricky scoffed at the insinuation Vicky was giving him.
Vicky rolled her eyes and went back to reading the driver's booklet with a furrowed brow of disbelief the further she read, "I mean, didn't you read the book before getting your driver's license?" Ricky added while finishing Jeffrey's plate of breakfast and handed it back to him along with a cup of coffee.
Vicky looked up and glanced over at Ricky, "No! Who bothers to read this sort of material anyways!?" She questioned Ricky annoyedly.
From the back with Jeffrey, "Check page thirty two, traffic rules state that you can't wear sundae ice cream on your head on a sunday." The bouncer chimed in before he began to dig into his breakfast meal.
"What!" Vicky shrieked and flipped through a few pages, "No way…" she then lowered the booklet with an expression of deadpan disbelief. "What is wrong with this city?!" She stressed out.
Meanwhile with Timmy and Trixie, the boy leaned over to look at Trixie with a smile. "Come on Trixie! This stuff is good!" He encouraged the popular girl of Dimmsdale Elementary.
With her chin resting on her palm and her elbow leaning against the lip of the windowsill of the backseat passenger door, Trixie glanced over at Timmy through the corner of her eyes and scoffed. "Puhleese, I refuse to eat that gruel." She responded and sat up to cross her arms while directing her nose up. "And besides, I only eat the finest of bacon and eggs, with pancakes made from the finest of ingredients." She explained.
"Oh for-" Vicky began to say with irritation and picked a piece of bacon from the pan of the stuff, she then maneuvered her body around to lean and shove the bacon into Trixie's mouth. "Eat the stupid bacon you pompous brat, I had enough hearing that crap from the Valley Rich Girls at my High School, I don't need to hear it from you!" Vicky shrieked in anger at the shocked face of Trixie, before returning to sit back and read the driver's booklet.
As Trixie chewed the bacon and swallowed it down with an expression of discomfort, she looked over and up at Jeffrey the bouncer and gestured towards Vicky. "Do something bouncer, she just stuffed that gruel into my mouth and made me eat it!" She yelled incredulously.
Jeffrey sipped from his cup of coffee before he responded, "I'm off the clock as your bouncer kid." He responded without a care, and resumed eating his breakfast.
Trixie proceeded to grab her hair and groan in anger, "This was supposed to be my day of showing off my new Cheska brand winter clothes and Coat!" She shrieked in anger.
"Shut up!" Vicky yelled heatedly while still focusing her attention on the booklet, "Cheska is crap, anyways!" She disputed.
Trixie glowered and gritted her teeth as she scowled over at Vicky, "Take that back you low class skank!" She bit out.
The atmosphere seem to change while the males present within the vehicle quieted down, from Trixie's view, Vicky slowly turned and leaned into view of the popular girl with an expressionless face. Before Trixie could say another word, Vicky's face was directly in front of Trixie's with a look of fire in her eyes and teeth sharp as a shark's.
"MAKE ME YOU ENTITLED BRAT THAT CAN'T WIPE HER OWN BUTT , SHUT UP AND EAT SOME BREAKFAST BEFORE I BREAK YOUR LIMBS AND FORCE FEED YOU THE GRUEL YOU HATE!" Vicky yelled violently into Trixie's face, the sheer force of Vicky's yell caused Trixie to be forced back and sink a bit into her seat.
After Trixie blinked her awareness back, she glanced to her side to see Timmy was a bit too focused on his breakfast and Jeffrey the bouncer simply let out a burp as he finished his coffee. Trixie then glanced over to the front to see Vicky back to reading the driver's booklet with an annoyed look, she then shakily lifted her arm up and her index finger pointed up with a cautious smile. "Um…bacon…not burnt…please?...uh…eggs over easy…and one blueberry waffle…" Trixie requested softly with a tremble in her tone, while she tried to offer a shaky smile.
"Will do!" Ricky excitedly hollered over.
AN; Yeah, I'll have eggs cooked with bacon fat, over easy, lightly salted with some Tabasco.
Oh, and I'll have a cup of freshly cooked pancake soup. Lather it over my blueberry waffles.
What do you mean you don't have pancake soup?