Prompt: Piece'a Pancake

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Marley © Andrew “Saint Swooper” Ball

Marx © Alex “PT” Eden

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"MRX WE GOIN FULL RAT MOVIE GIVE ME HAND"

"bing ornag"

With nothing but those cryptic texts to go off of, Marx made a beeline to Marley's place. The small, grey little man cradled a box of oranges in his arms as he glanced around the foyer. He hurried towards the kitchen, following the sounds of clattering pots and the hollering of gobbledygook.

"Heyyy, Marley! You're in here, right?" Marx poked his head through the door.

"VROVMRVORMMMRRRR- Oh, Marxy buddy!" Her eyes lit up. Her silver hair was caked in dabs of what appeared to be batter as she straddled the top of a footstool. She had a large mixing bowl in her arms, and boy was she attacking that thing with incredible vigor.

"I brought the oranges!" Marx raised the box, shaking its contents.

"Ooh! They look good! I can tell, they're super orange!" Marley grinned, plopping her bowl on the countertop with an abrupt clatter, reaching for the biggest orange of the bunch. Her hand balled into a fist, trying to crush the orange.

"Fetch me a glass, gotta get this stuff in while it's dribbling!" Marley grunted. The skin of the orange ruptured slightly, the juice spraying out a bit.

"Oooh! Orange juice!" Marx's beady eyes seemed to sparkle with delight. "Ann's made that before! I think she's got some kinda machine for it."

"I am a machine! A juicin' machine, I mean. Not the " Marley declared with enthusiasm, smashing the orange against her forehead. That seemed to do the trick, a steady stream of juice dribbling into the glass. She snickered, tossing the orange aside, reaching for the other. "Just gotta use your head for this sort of thing, believe me!"

"Ohhhh, riiiiiight. That's smart." Marx smile.

"Ding dangy straight!" Marley smirked. "Alright, can you do me a solid? Mom's stuck in bed with a cold, so I'm makin' today! Absolutely destroying it! In a good way!"

"Awww..." Marx frowned empathetically, eyes drifting to the bowl of batter. "I can help with that! This looks like, uhhh..."

His eyes drifted to an empty box of pancake mix; he connected the dots in a hurry.

"Pancakes!" Marley beamed. "I gave the instructions a glance through, but got bored, so I figure, why make fifty itty bitty pancakes when you can make one biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig pancake? It's gonna be siiiiiiick! Just gonna plop the whole thing in the pan, mix some chocolate chips, mix some double M's, baddabing baddabooie we got ourselves a breakfast fit for a queen! Or even fit for Mom!"

SQUIRT! Another orange straight to the noggin. She didn't seem altogether worried about the juice getting in her eye.

"A big pancake? Woooow...!" Marx cooed, looking to the bowl. "Is all of that gonna fit in the pan?"

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh don't sweat the details." Marley shrugged. "Just dump whatever fits."

Upon closer inspection, it looked like the pan was already oiled and heating up on the stovetop; it seemed that Marley's mom taught her a few things about baking. Marx needed a few hops to reach the countertop, but he managed to bring it over to the pan.

"It's going!" Marx hollered over the sizzling. "Oh, there's a kettle up here, it's whistling!"

"Yeah yeah, making some hot tea for Mom!" Marley grinned. "Very fancy, infused with vitamins, gow-mett stuff!" Marley bounced on over to the pot, splashing a bit of piping-hot water as she brought it to a strainer! She plopped in some orange peels, some mint, a couple of multivitamin gummies, and then got to straining it all into a mug.

"This oughta put some pep in her step!" Marley's smile widened as she looked over her progress, her face sticky with orange juice residue.

"You smell great by the way!" Marx pointed out.

"THANKS! I'm trying out a new conditioner." Marley ran a hand through her hair. "And while the flavours get all down and dirty with each other, and the pancake bakes, we got plate up eeeeeverything else!"

Marley reached under the countertop and SLAMMED a carrying tray down, ready to assemble the disparate parts into a complete breakfast! As it turns out, oversized pancakes took a long time to cook on the stovetop, so there was plenty of time to get everything on there...

"Thanks for the hand, Marx! You've been a big help!" Marley raised a hand that was absolutely caked in batter, orange juice, cereal dust, and other vaguely breakfast-adjacent component.

Marx stared at the palm, his eyes widening. He smiled.

"AWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He raised his hand in turn...

KRAKOW!! A shockwave exploded as their hands met, his palm whipping forward to slam against Marley's. Marley glanced to her hand; did the sheer intensity of that high-five cook the batter on her hand??

She ate a piece from her hand.

"Mm! S'good!~" Marley nodded, going in for a bigger bite of hand cake. Her mouth paused just short as her eyes drifted up towards the ceiling.

"...hope that didn't wake up Mom." Marley muttered, a bit of pancake still in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully.

"Oh, I-I guess that was kinda loud..." Marx rubbed the back of his head.

"Ahhh, I'm sure she don't mind none." Marley shrugged. "She's tough. I mean, I think I've been doing pretty good and I came from her. She's just tired. All of us got our off days." Marley hurried over to the pan, trying to flip its contents with a single flex.

"She'll be back on her feet in no time after this Marley Special breakfast platter. Gotta eat right and be at our best, right?" Marley beamed, sprinkling some chocolate chips into the liquid batter.

At the end, Marley and Marx had dusted off a complete and balanced breakfast; a lavish pancake with a luscious liquid center, vitamin-infused tea, a bowl of choco-bombs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a veritage stack of fruit. Marley hoisted it up with a grunt, the fruit teetering dangerously. But Marley kept her balance just fine.

"I'll run this up to her!" Marley beamed. "And do all the usual nurse-like stuff. Hot towels, singing softly... singing loudly? ...Maybe softly." She grimaced. "When Mom conks out again I'll treat you to somethin' nice, okay? We can hit the Arcade and win one'a those little figures you like."

"The ones that look like little fish people!?" Marx's eyes lit up.

"Yeah. Those ones." Marley nodded. An apple tried to roll off the stack, but she caught its fall and tossed it right up top. "It was nice havin' you, man."