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"so the treats are just the cereal with marshmallows," the nearly eleven year old piped.

"yeah, simple as that," marvin smiled as he put the rice krispie cereal into the shopping cart.

marvin kept walking down the aisles, he really only came for pasta but you can't go out and just buy one thing, especially with a kid. speaking of a kid, "jason? jason where are you?" marvin gently shouted down the aisle.

the boy came running back with a plastic bag of miniature marshmallows, "can we make rice krispie treats then?"

"i- we could buy them made already!" marvin suggested, trying to save himself time.

"that isn't fun," jason nagged, "and it's not like we have productive things to do!"

"that- yeah that's fair. alright," marvin couldn't argue. they were rice krispie treats! and jason could list a million more manipulating, yet very reasonable reasons why he should has his way, but it was better to cut him off early.

the two left the store with their marshmallows and cereal and head home.

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it wasn't an urgent matter. when they got home, jason ran off to read a science-fiction novel which trina found inappropriate for his age and marvin unpacked the groceries with whizzer and spoke for a bit.

they were working on getting marvin and trina in separate living situations.

"why do we need marshmallows... that are so small?" whizzer laughed at the bag of sugar.

"jason wants to make rice krispie treats," marvin rolled his eyes but smiled. "jason come out here!"

"what's up?" the curly haired boy seemed unamused.

"want to do this now?" marvin asked, shaking the box of cereal.

"w-"

"yes, he wants to do it now," whizzer turned and grabbed jason's hand and dragged him over to the pots with him. "i am an expert at rice krispie treats," whizzer rose a small pot in his hand to the ceiling momentously.

"you also have a tendency to literally let things catch on fire on the stove, give me that," marvin struggled to snag the pot from whizzer's hands but eventually whizzer gave in and handed it over. marvin was right after all, but it was true. whizzer was very picture perfect. he would make those easter egg rice krispies filled with chocolate and sparkles. for who? for himself and he.

5 minutes later, there were marshmallows thrown across the room as a hectic jason and immature whizzer flung them at each other. marvin took glances behind him at the insanity as he melted the marshmallows.

"don't burn it, marv, keep it moving," whizzer commented between firing. 

"yeah, i know."

second later jason and whizzer had a new plan. it was called mission make a bigger mess.

poor marvin was stuck stirring cereal into marshmallows as he heart the clanging of clutter beside him, under him, behind him, everywhere around him.

"hey dad, throw some of these in there," jason sloppily poured fruit loops cereal into the pot of rice krispies.

"i-" marvin began.

"they're so beige," whizzer exclaimed as he violent squeezed a blue food coloring into the pot over marvin's arm.

"guys- come on now," marvin complained...,

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"you didn't even add in the lucky charms marshmallows what is wrong with you guys?"

jason and whizzer high fives behind marvin before getting the lucky charms.

-

on the tray before the three men was a heaping pile of blue lumps, sometimes you'd see a clump of yellow or green.

"what now?" marvin asked, shaping the pile of rice krispie into a cone. 

"you shape them," whizzer took a handful of the cereal mixture and rolled it into a ball.

"nothing phallic, please," marvin notes with a disappointed nod towards whizzer.

"i swear i wasn't!"

"mhm," marvin got up to get a box of plastic gloves tryna had that he'd seen her use when cooking.

when he returned, whizzer and jason has already turned their hands blue with food dye and rolling rice krispie spheres.

"fuck-"

"oh, hi mom!" jason waved his freshly blue hand towards the front door.

"what the living hell happened with you guys?" trina placed down her piece and swiftly walked into the kitchen. not even taking off her heels first, they pierced right into a marshmallow left on the floor.

"r-," marvin started but cut himself off. "the-."

"rice krispie treats happened," whizzer said, facing his also blue palm up to face trina.

"did you add chocolate chips," trina asked, smiling.

"oh my gosh- no, but we should! whizzer-?" jason stood up out of his chair.

"already on it-!"