The case of the missing lunch box / science project

3 pancakes

A/N PLEASE VOTE

"Friday, Melanie" Ian called.

The two girls (more so Melanie) excused themselves from there ever so boring conversation with Ivan and tottered over to Ian.

They were met with a somewhat pleasant surprise to see Harvey; out of the sickbay and back to working on the science fair.

Ian however didn't look to happy.

"What's up with you" Melanie asked in a concerned tone "you're brooding more than usual."

"Ian won't let me eat three delicious pancakes, oozing with maple syrup, slathered with butter and shaped as cute little dogs" Harvey cried, hangry cause he really wanted those pancakes.

"THERE IN THE BIN" exclaimed Ian lifting it up and showing the girls.

"So!" said Harvey.

"So, there going to be covered in germs," said Melanie.

"So" Harvey exclaimed again "why should I care."

"You should care because germs carry bacteria that form diseases, and you've just spent a weak in sick bay recovering from one. You don't want to risk catching another that would be stupid" Ian stated as if he were quoting an old medical book "Isn't that right Friday."

Friday said nothing. She was elsewhere. To busy staring into the abyss of the sticky bin liner to listen to Ian's antics.

"Charlie" Friday called out, staring into the bin.

"What" Charlie cried out in reply, as she walked over to the group.

"You said Riley had 3 pancakes today" Friday asked pulling them out from the bin.

"Typical Riley" Charlie said shaking her head in disgust "what a waste of food."

"Why would get more pancakes if he didn't finish the others?" Ian asked, smacking Harvey's hand away from the pancakes as he was again trying to attempt to steal them.

"Riley's eyes are bigger than his stomach" Charlie laughed "He always does this at home. Half-eaten bananas, cookies, chocolates."

"But these haven't even been touched" Friday said lifting up the plates.

"Why" Ian asked.

"What a waste" Harvey muttered.

"Where is Riley" Friday exclaimed.

"He's looking for his lunch box" said Charlie rolling her eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Back to real time.

"I know who did it" Astrid cried slamming her fists on the table, knocking her bowl of ice cream over on its side.

"So do I" Leo exclaimed, picking up Astrid's bowl because it was leaking all over the table.

"Who?" Ian asked.

"It was tIrVeAaN" The two said in unison before glancing at each other with disgust.

"It was Trea" Astrid cried, at the top of her lungs.

"Inside voice" Friday snapped, bringing her finger up to her lips.

"She was so shifty" Astrid whispered, somehow managing to project enough noise to still be considered loud.

Leo protested "NO!"

"Inside voice" Friday cut in.

"It was Ivan he answered most of the questioning in Spanish" Leo hissed.

"Trea!"

"Ivan!"

"Trea!"

"Ivan!"

"Trea!"

"IVAN!" Leo bellowed, stepping onto the table.
"TREA!" Astrid hollered, joining him on said table.

"INSIDE VOICES" Friday cried in a way that will never be considered an 'inside voice'.

"But you're not using your inside voice" Astrid.

Friday gave her the look (you know the one your mum gives you when she's reconsidering your birth).

Ian sat back in his chair laughing his head off. He was laughing so much he almost fell of his chair.

"What so funny, Ian" Friday asked now giving him the look.

"Yeah dad" Leo added "why are you laughing."

"Nothing, nothing. It just reminds me of conversation me and Melanie had about this..." Ian chuckled, lifting Leo of the table and onto his lap.

"You call it conversation; I call it a dangerous event that we should avoid at all cost" Friday murmured helping Astrid down.