EverShall: Mute but Cute

Chapter 6:

6:05 AM...

Marshall waked up in the morning surprisingly early! Despite having slept late last night.

*Yawn*

Stretching up a bit he looked around and saw that Chase was already gone from his bed.

Not bothering to wonder where he went he got up and headed straight for the shower.
However he was surprised to see that everyone was there in one line. They looked like living zombies to be honest. Hair messy, eyes drowsy, clothes all ruffled up.

Rocky noticed him and said while yawning,
"to the back..."

Marshall scratched his head and complied.
Everyone else turned around and noticed him.

"Good morning Marshall." Rubble greeted.

"Mowning dude." Zuma greeted two.

"I'm surprised to see you wake up this early. Normally you never wake up unless I literally shake you." Chase said.

Note:  (*" insert sign language"* )

*"I mean I'm still in the last row so I don't what you're complaining about."* He shrugged.

"I really need to learn sign language or I'll just assume Everytime that Marshall is doing ninjutsu. " Rubble commented.

" Hahahaha... " All of them laughed.

*"Hey wait if we're all here, what about Skye and Everest?"* Marshall asked Chase.

"They're using the downstairs bathroom." He replied.

Marshall just nodded with an Oooh... Expression.
Right after all of them finished and got dressed they headed down to greet the girls good morning.

"Do you guys smell something burning?" Ruble asked sniffing something with his nose.

"Yeah I think I smell it too." Chase replied.
They're gaze landed in the kitchen.

"What the-?!" They needed to double check if they were seeing right. But it was real. The kitchen. . . . Is a complete fire hazard.

Burnt marks on the stove, black smoke from the pans, and black burnt... What ever that used to be.

While standing alone in the middle of all this mess was a young pigtailed girl with an pink apron who smiling nervously at them. Which was a total contrast to everything around her.
They're mouths dropped at the sight.

"Ehe he he.... Uuummm... Good morning guys..." Skye greeted nervously.

That snapped them back to reality but still couldn't keep they're eyes from the damage.

"What on Earth has happened here?" Rocky asked still with his mouth open.

"Weeeeell... I was planning on making breakfast for everyone... But turns out it's a bit harder than I thought." She explained.

"'A BIT?! What did you use to cook a FLAME THROWER?!" Rubble couldn't help but exclaim.
Worried that his parents might get him in trouble for this.

"Relax. Just be thankful she hasn't set off the smoke alarm." Chase casually said. All of them looked at him with a 'are you serious?!' look on their faces.

He ignored them and picked up a rag, washed it in the sink, and started scrubbing the burnt marks on the stove. Noticing that no one else was moving he turned back. "Hey, are you guys gonna help or what? Come on grab something and start scrubbing! We won't get breakfast if we don't clean up first!"

"Rubble, you wash the pans with the steel wool.
Zuma, Rocky the floor, Marshall help Skye set up the table. Move it!" He instructed them.

Rubble was the first to snap back and quickly grabbed the burnt pan and steel wool and started scrubbing it vigorously.
Zuma and Rocky both grabbed a mop and a rag and started cleaning the floor where there was spilled food.
Marshall went to clean up the table from some cooking utensils Skye left behind.