-One Year Later-
Dennis patted around for the carton of eggs in the back of the fridge. When he got a safe hold of it and pulled it out, he closed the door by bumping into it with his hip.
Breaking a few eggs into a bowl, he then picked up a small pill box, and opened the corresponding day. Carefully setting them aside, he began beating the eggs into a mixture.
The other family members were still presumably asleep. Dennis hoped he got up early enough to surprise them with a proper breakfast.
As he worked, he then quickly cooked up a plate of scrambled eggs. As soon as he did, he then softly whistled for Sagebear.
“Breakfast time, little dog,” he added.
The door to the side bedroom opened. Immediately, a rotund Sagebear came waddling out for her meal.
“There you go, puppy,” Dennis said as he set her little plate down on the floor. He then chuckled as Sagebear gobbled up her breakfast.
As she ate, the bedroom door opened again, revealing a still half-asleep Shark.
“Mornin’,” he said after giving a huge yawn. Dennis gave a wide-eyed look, before pointing out something wrong with his son’s current outfit:
“Uh, boy? Did you maybe forget to put something on?”
Looking down, Shark realized he had definitely forgotten something. “Oh…right. Sorry.” He then pulled his shirt down as he went back in to put shorts on.
Dennis just shook his head. “All this time, and he still forgets to put on proper underwear in the mornings…”
The gorgeous skyline seemed magnificent at sunrise. It just barely masked the pollution and traffic from down below.
Harwood found himself taken by the natural beauty, as he proceeded to do his morning exercises.
Behind him, the sliding door opened, revealing Sinbad behind the covered paper. Sinbad himself was unaware of Harwood’s current state.
“Hey, Marc and I were about to leave for the-aw, dammit!” Recoiling in horror, Sinbad tried to shield his eyes from his father’s lack of clothing.
Harwood remained unfazed, still going through the motions of his routine. “There’s no need to be disgusted by the human body, Sinbad.”
This didn’t help at all. “Come on! You’re my dad! I don’t wanna see your ding-dong!” Behind them, Marc tried to see what was going on.
“Hey, what’s taking so long-” He then stepped back when he got an eyeful of the spectacle himself. Then his face scrunched up in mortification.
Both younger men then tried to compose themselves. Harwood snorted in amusement and displeasure as they did so.
“Would you rather I go out onto the street and try to lift a taxi?”
“No!” Sinbad and Marc shouted at once.
Sinbad just tried to back away toward the front door of the apartment. “Look, we’ll bring you back something from the diner. Just put some damn clothes on before we get back!”
“Noted.” Harwood then went back to concentrating on what he was doing. Marc and Sinbad just turned to go, trying to mentally scrub the image of their father’s nudity from their minds.
Dennis had just finished cooking the last slice of French toast when his wife entered the room. He smiled when Sagebear ran over, wanting to satisfy her morning quota of family pettings.
“Good morning to you, dear,” he said as he set the table. Blaise just raised a hand up in greeting as she belched, more occupied with rubbing Sagebear’s fat belly now.
“Mornin’, Denny,” she said when she was done. “Any plans ya got for the family today?”
He just shrugged, not certain himself. “Not particularly. You got any ideas, madam?”
Blaise was about to suggest something, when Shark’s room door opened. This time, Shark was more properly clothed.
Right on cue, his father reached back to get the medication from earlier. When Shark realized what he was getting, he slumped visibly.
“Yeah, I know ya ain’t wanting to take yer meds, Sharky,” Blaise said when she sat down, noticing his reaction, “but it’s gotta be done.”
“I know,” Shark answered her. He then bent down to rub Sagebear’s head.
Taking hold of their mother’s hand, The Twin proceeded to gently massage their own throat. Behind them, Horse-Face’s companion quietly walked up to get a better look at her.
“Is she the reason you don’t talk?” He asked in a shaky voice. The twin nodded. “She’s…I won’t lie, she’s kind of pretty. It is kind of creepy to see her hooked up to all those machines, though.”
Nearby, a door opened. Annette let herself inside the hidden passageway.
“Don’t mind me,” she called out to them, “Just looking for some paper. Ox-Head’s been getting the hankering to do some drawing right now.”
She looked up, seeing them standing so close to The Mother. Annette still found the difference between the woman in the videos, and the woman now to be jarring.
Grabbing some of the nearby paper The Twin used for a sort of communication, she quietly waved good-bye to them, and left the passageway.