WEEKLY STORY! September 3-9 2025

The Pancake Games Pt.1

It was a usual day back in Fort Bansworth. George was sitting on his sofa quite comfortably. He was, without a doubt, quite comfortable indeed. A hissing sound emerged from around the corner, and George stood erect. He eased down into a stealthy position and crawled around his couch. It sounded as if someone had broken in, with no other obvious possibility. Little did George know, a strange person was skulking around his kitchen looking for a spoon full of brown sugar. This man loved molasses, hence the name Molasses. Molasses was always getting into clandestine mischief, but was quite humble indeed. Despite his naughty behavior, he was quite indubitably one of the nicest men there was. Despite his quite-hideous expression, Molasses was indeed a likable one.

George was provoked by the illicit sounds in his kitchen, and he grabbed a crowbar, which he too had done some mischievious things with, and crawled around the corner. He used his peripheral vision to get a glance at the man Molasses. An unimpressed expression sweeped across George's pale skin as it came to his attention he was dealing with a sugar thief. By George's reckoning, his father was too a sugar thief. This did not make George any less provoked. George lashed his crowbar across Molasses's feet, and without any ambiguity, it was clear that the man Molasses was of no threat. He whimpered on the ground, smothered in molasses. Molasses forgot his true moniker long ago, so he had to improvise. Molasses crawled away like a swollen rat, and crawled out of a window. George chased Molasses, with a strong desire to injure him. Molasses leaped like a spider from the shingles on George's roof down onto the sidewalk below, seemingly unwavered. The man just kept crawling.

George drew in a great, deep breath. He was in no mood to chase a sugar thief of such petty proportions. George had empathy for that sort of petty criminal. After all, George was no such petty thief, but in reality he was a treason-commiting, vicious criminal with no remorse.

Since George could still see the thief running, he shouted loudly, "Find a better job!"

In response to George, Molasses spewed out a quote without meaning. "You see, I too was born without thumbs!" It became clear Molasses was illiterate.

TO BE CONTINUED... (But Not In Next Weeks's Story...)