Mr. Snippy sighed. He wasn’t sure how after all this time in Captain’s glorious army it was still possible for him to be surprised. And yet, once more the whole situation had taken him completely unprepared.
It had all started earlier today, when Pilot, Engie and Snippy had been sitting around what they called their breakfast table. Gromov was hiding himself and whatever he was eating behind an ancient piece of newspaper, Snippy was trying to decide, whether he should spice his bowl of water and cereals with some milk powder and Pilot was busy crafting a blob of peanut butter into a shape roughly resembling a mutated worm monster like Photoshop. That was when the Captain entered the room, announcing:
“Minions! Finish your meals! Your Captain has today’s mission for you!“
They all reacted differently: Snippy almost choked on a spoon full of cereals, Pilot jumped from his chair and saluted while hastily shoveling the whole piece of peanut butter art into his