Twenty Two Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler is not really all that troubled about the recent ageing events. After all, he already knows he's going to live to be an old man, and honestly he's glad he's not a complete jabbering wreck as an old guy. Given his decades of solitude, it seems he won't turn out all that bad.

So, he's making pancakes in the little kitchen in his room, his journal open to one side as he cooks. Of course, any good chef knows that you need a great song when you're making a breakfast concoction ]

♫ Just mix your flour, baking powder
Add salt and sugar
Sift twice into a bowl
In another beat together eggs and butter
Add in milk and your on your way to
Mallow pancakes, makin' mallow pancakes
I get some mallows and I put 'em in a pancake
Mallow pancakes that's what it's gonna make
Mallow pancaaaakes ♫

[Look, it's a rare moment of the Once-ler being happy about something. Someone should ruin that. Or stop him from putting himself into a sugar coma. Either or]

Comments

[findatree]

[can he instead put himself in a sugar coma with you?]

Are they for everyone?

[whichwayyoulean]

[NO THEY ARE HIS MALLOW PANCAKES.

...Oh wait, it's Ted. Ted is the exception of every rule]

They can be for you, if you want.

[findatree]

This time we're definitely having milkshakes.

[whichwayyoulean]

Sure thing. We can drink it until we make ourselves lactose intolerant.

[kalinda]

[First Hellboy and now this.]

What's with my friends and pancakes?

[whichwayyoulean]

Is that a rhetorical question? They're delicious.

[kalinda]

You and Hellboy both treat them like mana from heaven.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Said in the most obvious tone ever. The sky is blue, Kalinda]

...That because they are.

[theabjectauthor]

[ACCOMPANIMENT NECESSARY, SIR?

you're getting it anyway]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Yes good, The Once-ler grins a little, continuing to sing with the accordion]

♫ And each day that passes without pancakes
Takes away all the joy that we could've made
With some mallows covered by a pancake
Mallow pancaaaaaakes ♫

[theabjectauthor]

[he's glad this was a simple chord progression to pick up, but wow is it ever going to be stuck in his head. he'll just embellish a little once he gets the melody down, and play him out through ...however long he decides to sing about his pancakes. it is, after all, difficult to converse with someone who is singing, and neither one can write, as he has his accordion and Once his pancake implements]

[whichwayyoulean]

[That seems to be it, for the pancake song, but he'll hum the tune a little as a SIZZLE sound passes through the journals ]

Nicely done, Accordion Guy.

Dictated

[sugarwaffo]

Mallo'... pancakes?

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

Only the most delicious meal ever!

[sugarwaffo]

Really? [The pancakes she had before were pretty good. But those weren't mallow pancakes.] What makes them different from normal pancakes?

[whichwayyoulean]

Because they have marshmallows in them.

[rose_of_battle]

[Sheena doesn't say a word. She merely smiles at hearing how happy he is before shaking her head and closing the journal.

Then stepping away from the book. She's not going to ruin this for him.]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe laughs]

I can't say I've ever had mallow pancakes before.

[whichwayyoulean]

Really? They're the most delicious things in the world.

[kungfuwitch]

They sound good, though it sounds like a lot of sugar to me.

[whichwayyoulean]

That's okay, sugar is good for you.

[No, Once. No it's not]

/late late late

[heal_theworld]

...Marshmallow pancakes? [Once-ler, what are you doing...]

NO SUCH THING

[whichwayyoulean]

Hey Martel. And yes, marshamllow pancakes, otherwise known as the best food: ever.

[heal_theworld]

How do you make them? [She's curious.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, you make the pancake batter, and then once it's sorta-solid, you dump a handful of marshmallows on it.