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One of the great things about living in Gru’s house was that it was a constant source of entertainment. There was a surprise around every corner and an adventure at every bend.
Margo consulted her notebook. She’d been systematically mapping Gru’s fortress since they’d moved here six years prior. She’d be going away to college soon, well soon enough, and she meant to leave the map for her younger sisters, Edith and Agnes.
“You weren’t there yesterday,” she murmured and glanced backup at the door. It was unassuming, but it looked old. She studied her map again. “No, I’m sure of it.”
Something tapped her on the back and she gave a little scream.
“Whaaat seg?” Kevin was standing there, looking less than impressed.
“You surprised me. This door wasn’t here before.”
Now he looked even more unimpressed. He blew a raspberry at the door and started to walk away.
“Don’t you even care that it wasn’t there yesterday?”
He considered it for a moment and then shook his head. “No.”
“But, Kevin, what if the King of Bananas lives there?” She was just yanking his chain now.
“Ope? De bananas?” His eyes grew wide and he started to shake. Suddenly, he screamed and ran away, arms flailing.
Margo panicked immediately and started after him. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Kevin ran through the lab, still screaming, still flailing and Gru looked up from the connection he was soldering, accidently soldering Dave’s fingers to the board. He gave a shout and pulled his hand out of the glove.
“Copa whaa to nama mido!” he yelled as he ran. Suddenly there was another shout and another and then a minion stampeded flurried past his legs. Gru looked up at his oldest daughter who smiled weakly at him.
“Margo, what did you do?” He sounded overly harsh with her and regretted it almost immediately. He never had any real trouble with her. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing. I mean, I did, but it was nothing. I was joking.” She plopped down on a stool and tossed her book on the lab bench.
Curious, Gru picked it up and thumbed through it. “You did this?”
“Uh, huh. At first it was just to get around and it got to be a hobby.”
He sat down next to her. “This is very good, but potentially dangerous in the wrong hands.”
“I know, that’s why I’m careful.” She took the book from him and showed him the door.
“What is this?”
“I’d never seen it before and I know I’ve been through that part of the lab before.” She sighed. “Kevin was with me and I joked that the King of Bananas might be behind it. He screamed and took off.”
“Ahhhh,” Gru said, nodding sagely. “That explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“As you know, bananas are the favorite food of minions.”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, I’ve heard stories that there is a race of bananas and their favorite food is,” Gru paused.
“Minions?” Margo guessed.
“Indeed. They will eat anything, but they prefer minions. Although between you and me, I made it all up.” He climbed off the stool and offered her his hand. “Show me the door.”
She took him to the back of the lab… and stopped. The door was gone. “It was there, Gru. I swear. I’m not making this up.”
“I believe you, Margo, but, perhaps, it would be wise not to mention this to Kevin.”
“But, Gru, doors just don’t vanish.”
He smiled at her. “Normally, I would say it is not door like, but here…” He spun and stared off into the shadows. “What is that?”
“What?” Despite her age and her poise, she clutched to his waist like a child. “What do you see?”
From the shadows stepped a giant banana and it looked hungry.
“It looks… no, it’s not possible! Run, Margo, run!”
Bob watched them run away and sighed. Now who was he going to show his costume to? And this one was so much better and lighter than that stupid door outfit…
Whaaat seg? - What's wrong?
Ope? De bananas? - King? Of bananas?
Copa whaa to nama mido! - Watch what you are doing!