"MIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THE BLENDER IS ON!"
Mia dropped her pencil, eyes wide. "WHO TURNED IT ON?!"
From the kitchen came Amy's panicked voice. "NOT ME! IT STARTED BY ITSELF!"
Emma skidded into the hallway holding Chico like a shield. "It's possessed again, isn't it?!"
VVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The blender roared like an angry jet engine, rattling across the countertop as if trying to escape.
Blackie leapt onto the back of the couch, fur bristling. "I told you. I TOLD YOU it was the dungeon monster!"
Mia bolted for the kitchen, arms flailing. "SOMEONE UNPLUG IT!"
Amy was already crouched behind the counter, eyes wide. "I tried! It bit me!"
Emma froze. "...The blender. Bit you?"
Amy held up her finger, showing a tiny red mark. "IT'S GOT TEETH OR SOMETHING."
Blackie hissed. "And you people laughed when I said it was alive."
The blender gave an ominous CLUNK and then—without warning—spewed a geyser of strawberry smoothie straight into the air.
Emma screamed as Chico yowled in protest. "IT'S LAUNCHING STUFF AT US!"
Mia grabbed the nearest towel like it was a weapon. "Okay, we can fix this—Amy, distract it, Emma, grab the cord!"
Amy peeked over the counter. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DISTRACT A BLENDER?!"
Blackie rolled his eyes. "Sing to it, obviously."
"WHAT?!"
"Machines love music. It's science."
Emma, ducking another spray of smoothie, shouted, "DO IT, AMY! SERENADE THE BLENDER!"
Amy, pale, took a deep breath and broke into a panicked, off-key rendition of a lullaby.
To everyone's shock, the blender actually... slowed.
Mia blinked. "...It's... calming down?"
Emma, clutching Chico, whispered, "Don't stop singing."
Blackie flicked his tail. "Told you. Now hurry up before it demands a second verse."
Mia lunged forward, yanked the cord from the wall, and the blender fell silent with a pitiful whirrrr before collapsing still.
The kitchen was a warzone of smoothie splatters.
Emma exhaled shakily. "...I hate this house."
Amy groaned. "Me too."
Blackie hopped onto the counter, licking a paw. "I, however, am entertained."
Mia dropped the towel and slumped against the fridge. "Next time... we're getting takeout."
