Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: Stories Untold

Pancakes

The Buckets lived an ordinary life. Mrs. Bucket got up every morning, to cook breakfast for the rest of the family. Since they could not afford most foods, every morning they had wheat bread, milk and on special occasions, fried eggs.

This morning she pulled away from the warm embrace out her husband and got off the floor. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket had to sleep on the floor, due to the elders laying in bed all day.

She walked slowly towards the cabinet, which held a partial bag of flour, a few grains of salt and one cup of sugar. She walked towards the fridge and opened it, to grab the milk out. Carefully she poured the milk into a large mixing bowl. Into the Sam bowl, she sifted flour and sugar in, broke two eggs in, put in a pinch of salt, and whisked it all together.

After the batter was smooth, with a few chunks in it, she grabbed a frying pan. After spreading butter in the pan, she poured the batter in. She carefully watched as bubbles rose to the top of the pancake. The grabbed a spatula, carefully pried under the pancake, logged one side, and proceeded to attempt to flip the pancake.

It instead, flew above her head and stuck to the ceiling. She looked up at the ruined pancake. 

"Aw, my pancake," she whispered, sadly. She then looked down at the batter and poured more into the pan. When bubbles rose once more, she carefully, with oh such ease, lifted the pancake and flipped it, onto the ceiling.

Three more times, pancakes were thrown at the ceiling. Yet she prevailed. She had just enough batter, to make a small pancake. She poured the batter in, waited for the bubbles, placed her spatula under the pancake, lifted it an inch above the pan, and flipped it perfectly. After two minutes, she had a small, 6 inch in diameter pancake.

It was at this time, that Mr. Bucket woke up. He yawned and stretched, and got up off the floor. He walked over to his wife, who was looking sadly and the plate. There he saw the small pancake. He smiled.

Suddenly, a half-baked pancake fell off the ceiling, and onto his head. He tilted his head downwards, letting the pancake slide off of his chestnut hair, and then looked up, to see the remaining four pancakes on the ceiling. He chuckled and looked at his upset wife.

"Aw honey, you made breakfast." He said sweetly. Virginia looked up.

 "I tried." She said, showing a faint smile. He kissed his wife, and proceeded to grab a fork, and divide the pancake into six parts. Everyone had barely a sliver. But they all agreed it was a great breakfast. Not even George complained.