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Wake-Up Call

Edith stirred, pulling the covers over her head as the annoying birds chirped outside her window. Margo was standing over her with an annoyed expression. "Edith, this is the third time this week you've missed breakfast! Get up!" she snapped.

The blonde groaned and buried her head under her pillow. "Do you have any idea what time it is? I'll eat later. Now let me sleep."

Margo sighed. Getting her sister up before noon was a battle she often lost. "Suit yourself. Come on Agnes."

The five-year-old clutched her unicorn toy to her chest and smiled happily. "Pancakes!"

Edith let out a sigh of relief when her sisters finally left, clicking the door shut behind them. Finally, she thought. Now I can sleep.

Gru glanced up from his cooking when Margo and Agnes walked into the kitchen. His smile was soon replaced with a frown when he noted Edith was missing. "Where ees your seester?"

Margo rolled her eyes as she poured a good amount of syrup on her pancakes. "Sleeping."

"She ees misseeng breakfast."

"She says she'll skip it and eat lunch," she said. "You should know by now that Edith won't leave that bed until noon."

"Dis ees not healthy. She should be eateeng breakfast, not wasteeng away de day. I will go wake her up."

Margo snorted. "Good luck. If Miss Hattie can't do it, then I doubt you can."

Bristling slightly at being compared to that awful woman, Gru stormed upstairs and banged on the girls' bedroom door. "Edith!"

"I'm sleeping!" came the tired, annoyed response.

"Eet ees breakfast time! Get out of bed dis instant!"

Edith turned over and glanced at the glowing numbers on the digital clock on her nightstand. "It is eight in the morning. You are interrupting a good four hours of sleep."

"Young lady, eef yoo are not downstairs een the next five minutes, dere will be consequences!"

Edith groaned. "Yeah, yeah. The consequences. Got it."

Listening as Gru's footsteps retreated down the hall, the blonde hauled herself out of bed and stretched. Yawning, she stumbled over to her dresser and she inspected it. "This should do it."

She gave a tired grunt as she began shoving the heavy furniture unit until it barricaded the door. Smiling with satisfaction, the blonde toppled back into bed with a contented sigh. "I love sleeping."

Gru stormed back upstairs five minutes later with an irritated scowl. That girl was warned, and now she will face my wrath.

He kicked the door firmly and gave a yelp of pain when it didn't budge an inch. Rubbing his throbbing foot, he gripped the doorknob and turned, and was shocked when he discovered it was stuck in place.

"You do realize she pushed the dresser in front of the door, right?"

Gru whirled around to see his eldest daughter smirking at him from the end of the hallway. "How do yoo know?"

"Well, I have been living with her for seven years. You tend to know what your siblings are up too."

"Hmm. Where ees Agnes?" he asked, slightly distracted as he tried the door again.

"She went to play with Kyle, Mark and Phil." Margo raised an eyebrow as he reached into his jacket before widening her eyes in horror. "You aren't going to blast your way in, are you?"

Gru paused, his hand still inside his jacket. "Maybe."

"You can't! What if you hit Edith?"

Gru instantly withdrew his hand. That was a risk he was not willing to take. "Yoo are right. How will I-oh-ho." An evil smile curled across his face. "What are de chances she locked de window?"

Margo smiled. "Slim to zero."

"Dose are good odds. Come on. Let's go get your seester out of bed."

...

Edith snored peacefully, covers pulled over her small body and head sinking into her pillow. She was in such a deep sleep she didn't hear the window slide open or hear the excited chatter of minions as they propped it open and giggled in anticipation. She didn't hear her older sister snicker, or hear her dad laugh wickedly. She didn't hear as the two minions exited her room in a rather noisy manner.

But what happened next did wake her up.

"Aagghh!"

The scream echoed throughout the house, making the minions who were not part of the prank yell out in confusion and Kyle to start barking wildly, only stopping when Agnes squeezed him tightly.

Edith spluttered and coughed, staring in disbelief. Her pillows and covers were soaked, and so was she. Angrily tucking her wet blonde locks into her soggy pink hat, she shoved the dresser out of the way and stormed downstairs, where she encountered Dr. Nefario making a bagel.

"Morning," she said bitterly.

Nefario glanced at her and nodded, hardly thinking much of her drenched appearance. "Good morning." Two bagels popped out of the toaster and he took one for himself and tossed the other one to Edith. She took a bite and continued to brood.

"Hav' oo een dad?" she asked through a mouthful of bagel.

"I think he's outside."

Scowling, she stuffed the rest of the warm breakfast pastry into her mouth and stomped outside, intending to make her displeasure known. When she threw open the front door, she saw Margo rolling around in the grass in hysterics and Gru grinning triumphantly, a water hose hanging from one hand.

He glanced up and his grin grew when he saw a ticked off Edith standing in the front lawn, water dripping from her pink pyjamas and her hat sagging halfway over her grey-blue eyes. She had her hands on her tiny hips and was giving him the death glare.

Gru smiled. "I t'ink I win dis round. Now go eenside and get dry, and I will make yoo breakfast."

Knowing she had been beaten, Edith swallowed the bagel and sulked back inside, but not before hollering over her shoulder,

"Just wait until tomorrow!"