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Tango shrieked as a pan nearly fell on his head. He looked up at the person who had dropped it. "Jimmy!" He snapped. "Watch where you're dropping those! Ya almost hit me on the head." Jimmy looked down at him.
"Heh... sorry..." Jimmy said, looking down at him from the countertop. He'd crawled up there, not being tall enough to easily reach them, or the cabinets above them. "I knocked a few on my way up here." Tango huffed.
"Alright... just be more careful, ok?" He said, crossing his arms. "You're gonna get us caught..."
"Nuh-uh! You said X- X..." He fumbled over his words, trying to pronounce Xisuma's name. "Xisuma-" He eventually just said it the same way Tango does. "-is still watching everyone else! we're out of the game... they won't know we're out here."
Tango shook his head. "Nuh-uh!" He said back. "Xisuma's not here right now. E.X. is watching the others. I think he fell asleep again though..."
"wait- why don't we just ask him to help us? I bet he knows how to make food!" Jimmy suggested.
"We can't. He told me once Xisuma said he's not allowed to cook or bake us anything." Tango explained.
"Oh... w-why not?" Tango shrugged.
"I don't know," He admitted. "It's just kinda been like that."
"So, they can't make us anything, but we're allowed to get ice cream from the demon running that ice cream truck that comes by every now and then?" Jimmy questioned, raising an eyebrow. Tango flattened his ears.
"What...? The ice cream truck man isn't a demon-"
"Yes he is!" Jimmy said. "The one with the purple hair and scary horns."
"He doesn't have horns... he has antlers. Like Gem's." Tango responded, confused at what Jimmy was talking about.
"Well, the others at my place say he is! They've seen him driving around at nighttime." The two started arguing about whether or not the ice cream man was a demon, both pretty persistent on their answers. All their yapping must have gotten someone else's attention...
"I'm gonna drop a pan on you for real-" Jimmy threatened, before suddenly stopping and looking up. were those footsteps?
"Hm? what is it?" Tango asked, tilting his head.
"Someone's coming... we gotta hide!" They both scrambled to find a hiding spot, being rather unsuccessful in their searches. Jimmy covered his eyes, waiting to be caught.
"Oh- Jimmy!" Tango called out to him. "Don't worry... it's just BigB." He gave a friendly wave to him. "what're you doing out here? Aren't you and Ren still in the game."
"Ah..." He sighed. "No. Not anymore. I guess I'm not the only one who snuck away then, huh?" BigB giggled.
"Yeah! Me and Tango are making pancakes~" Jimmy said. "why did you sneak away?"
"I'm looking for the cookie jar..." He looked up at the counter, staring for a few moments. "It's up there! Do you mind giving me one?"
Jimmy nodded, walking over to the jar and picking it up. He walked over to the edge of the counter. "Here ya g-"
"Jimmy wait!" Tango snapped at him. "what's wrong with you? Don't drop the /entire jar/! It's glass, it'll shatter!" He said. "Just drop him a few cookies from the jar." Jimmy blinked a few times, then silently set the jar down, dropping a few cookies down for BigB. He caught most of them, Tango catching one that he was too far away to catch.
BigB nodded, giving Tango a little hug as a 'thank you'. "Hope you guys make the best pancakes!" He said, before running off.
"Hm... what do we need to make pancakes anyways?" Jimmy asked, sitting on the edge of the counter with his legs dangling. "I know we need pans and stuff, but what else?"
"Whenever Xisuma makes them in the morning, I see him use this pancake batter. It's in a box, somewhere in the cabinet, I think. Try there!" Tango said, pointing to one of the cabinets. Jimmy opened it, looking around for a few moments before pulling out a box.
"Aha!" He exclaimed. "I've got it... hm..." He read the instructions on the box. "This looks really complicated, Tango."
"Really? Can you throw it down here, I wanna see!" Jimmy tossed down the box to him, and he glossed over the instructions. "Uhhhh-" Tango tilted his head. "Maybe we could ask Ren for help? If him and BigB are out of the game too, they can't be too busy! Ren would know how to understand these instructions."
"Oh, ok! you should go get him, then." Jimmy said. Tango nodded.
"Right! I'll be right back-" He said, dashing off towards the play area. Him and Jimmy were out of the game, but they could still wander around here, pretending to be a 'ghost'. That's what BigB and Ren seemed to be doing, as the both of them were sitting over at box (which was, in fact, a random cardboard box they claimed as their base).
They were sharing the cookies BigB had gotten earlier, watching what the others still in the game were doing. "Hey, Ren!" He called out to the dog-hybrid.
“Hey Tango!” Ren waved to him, climbing out of the box. “You come to haunt Grian with me and BigB?” Tango shook his head.
“No… is that what you’re doing?”
“Yeah, man!” Ren exclaimed. “We’re tossing cookie crumbs at him… I don’t think he’s realized it’s us.” He giggled.
“I think some are getting stuck in his feathers…” BigB said, sighing. “We better help him when we’re done. Little things in his wings always bothered him a bunch.”
“Right, right, he’ll be okay.” Ren insisted. “Anyways, if you didn’t come over here for that, what /did/ you come over here for?”
“Oh!” Tango perked up. “Me and Jimmy are making pancakes, we thought we could use some of your help…” He said. “The instructions on the box are… difficult.”
“Of course dude!” Ren looked back at BigB. “Will you be fine without me? I’m just gonna go help them for a little bit.”
“Yeah, I’ll be alright!” BigB said. “I think I need to help Grian, anyways-“ He clumsily climbed out of the box, approaching Grian.
“Alright then… you’ve never made pancakes with Xisuma before?” Ren asked.
“No… I’m usually in my room until he calls us all for breakfast.” Tango said, leading Ren off to the kitchen. “Impulse and Zed have to drag me out of bed sometimes.” He giggled. “But I-“
“Eek!!” A yelp followed by a crash interrupted Tango. That sound like it came from the kitchen… oh no Jimmy, what was it now? Tango and Ren rushed over to the kitchen, only to find Jimmy laying on the ground with his face to the floor.
“Jimmy?!” Tango exclaimed. “Are you alright? What happened?”
“I-I-“ Jimmy mumbled. “I fell…” Tango sighed. “I’m okay though!!” He shakily sat up, huffing. “My nose feels weird though… ack.”
“Er, you’re bleeding- your nose is bleeding-“ Ren said, pointing to Jimmy’s face. “You sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah! It doesn’t really hurt. I should get some tissue though.”
“Aw… what about those pancakes?” Ren flattened his ears.
“We’ll make them later! Jimmy is more important than pancakes.” Tango said, grabbing his arm and helping him to his feet.
“I dunno Tango, pancakes are pretty tasty, probably better tasting than me.” He said. Tango huffed.
“Be quiet! You are not gonna compare yourself to a /pancake/.” He started to drag Jimmy off to the bathroom. “How did you even fall…?”
“There was a bug on the counter, it scared me and I tripped over the edge…” Jimmy explained. “It was a scary bug! I promise.”
“Right, right,” Tango said. “Just be more careful again, alright?” He handed him some tissue, which he stuffed into his nose to help with the bleeding.
“Yeah I will! Definitely!”
“That’s what you told me when you said you wouldn’t get us out first.” Jimmy huffed.
“Hey… it’s not my fault! I told you guys I was cursed! And I already said I was sorry.” He frowned.
“Oh, Jimmy-“ Tango pulled him into a gentle hug. “I’m not mad at ya buddy! I was just joking.” He pat Jimmy’s head. “C’mon, lets go make those pancakes, alright?”
“Okay!!” Jimmy said excitedly.