"Pop, do you think dad will have time to teach me a loop de loop on my string plane today?" Linus asked, reaching for the syrup dispenser which slid across the tables Formica top, just beyond the tips of his fingers. "I don't know see why not," Bob said merrily flipping the latest batch of pancakes on the stove "Your father actually has the day off, so he'll be home with us all day. Isn't that great?" "Yeah, I'm sure I'll get it if we have all day" he reached for the syrup again and huffed as it slid away again Kitty stuck out her tongue and flicked her pigtail over her shoulder at his dismay. He threw her a glare, as she snickered. at her own trick, the one she mocked him with constantly, because so far at the age of seven and a half it was the only one she had up her sleeve. "You don't have all day. Dad has to come to my tea party later" Kitty huffed, indignant at the idea her father would ignore her in favor of her brother. Something she knew would never actually happen, but the thought still crept in from time to time. "A TEA party," who wants to do that the eleven year old huffs "Dad doesn't even like tea." "Yes he does!" "Really?" "Yeah he's from Georgia, he likes sweet tea duh, you idiot." "POPS, KITTY CALLED ME" "I heard," Bob called scooping bacon out the skillet, "Kitty you can not call your brother it an idiot. It's 1. Rude and 2. Not true. Now apologized." "I'm sorry, I called you an Idiot Linus" Kitty huffed slumping in her chair. "Good!" Bob cheered, "Now both of you be nice. Because neither one of you will have fun with your father if you're stuck in your rooms all day for being bad. Do I make myself clear. "Yes sir." They huffed in harmony. Linus found the syrup magically out of his reach for the third time he huffed before springing out of his chair to dart forward and grasp the handle before Kitty could move it out of his reach again. The squeak of the chair glides against the tile and the thud of his knees landing on the table top was enough to pull Bob away from breakfast again. "What are you two doing.?" "Nothing!" They said in unison trying to sound cheery. "Really?" Bob asked, raising an eyebrow, "Linus why are you halfway on the table?" "I…I…there was a fly!" He explained, the words fumbling out of his mouth in a jumbled rush "right Kitty?" He sent his sister a glare, she would get in trouble for using her powers without permission and he knew that if she got in trouble. She would defiantly tell Dad and Pops that he hadn't actually gotten his 1952 Mickey Mantle baseball card from Lindy Lee next door but had actually won it when he bet Vincent Visser that he could lift more than him. A bet he was destined to win from the start, due to his super solider strength and stamina. Mutually assured destruction the only thing that brought peace between brothers and sisters across the globe . "Right!' She singsonged back. Bob raised his eyebrow again before mumbling out an "okay" and turning back to the stove. Linus tightened his grip on the handle of the dispenser as Kitty once again tried to slide it away from him. The shiny silver plastic of the depressor beginning to crack as the siblings battle of the wills took place. Eventually the handle gave with a resounding CRACK and the jar flew across the room slamming into and shattering against the wall next to the kitchen's café door as John pushed his way through them. "WOAH" he exclaimed stumbling backwards, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was entering Canadian airspace I'll make sure to radio ahead next time!" he chuckled, as he stared at the commingled glass and syrup that was slowly inching its way down the wall and towards the floor. "HE DID IT!" "SHE DID IT!" Linus and Kitty both screeched, pointing at the other, the remnants of the handle clattering across the plastic table top the only other sound in the room. When both their parents gaze had finally landed on the pair.