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Breakfast was in full swing.
Plates were stacked, forks were flying, and knuckles was in heaven with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes bigger than his head.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” he mumbled around a mouthful. “Tell your mom she’s a legend , Lightning.”
“She already knows,” Lightning said smugly, sipping orange juice with a dramatic pinky lift.
Tails, meanwhile, had created a pancake tower engineered for structural integrity. “Five layers, syrup between each one, strawberries acting as supports. It’s beautiful.”
Fists poked it, unimpressed. “It’s wobbling, fox.”
Tails just grinned.
Amy, Sonic, and Sticks had joined the brunch brawl, with Sticks chewing loudly and dramatically whispering, “We’re breaking bread with aliens. I’m living the dream.”
“Technically, pancakes,” Eggman corrected as he strode in wearing a pink robe. “Also, technically , this is my lair, and none of you did the dishes.”
Everyone pointed at someone else.
Lightning raised a hand. “Counter-offer: you let me and my bros take your Eggmobile for a spin while they do the cleaning.”
Eggman paused. “Tempting... but my Eggmobile is a sophisticated piece of machinery—”
“I can reprogram hover-suspenders making it able to do a backflip,” Twister smiled using his baby puppy eyes.
Soon Lightning and Fist joined with their own puppy eyes, Amy just cooed at how adorable they were, and eggman finally said“…Fine. But if you break her, I’m sending a bill to your mom.”
“Cool,” Lightning chirped. “She’ll pay it in muffins.”
Sonic sighed and picked up a dish. “I can’t believe we’re doing Eggman’s chores.”
“Oh hush,” Amy said. “How could you not with those baby eyes and also you did eat nine pancakes.”
As Orbot and Cubot handed out rubber gloves and started singing a suspiciously catchy cleanup jingle, Lightning, Twister, and Fists zipped out of the room with Eggman in tow.
The villain-turned-brunch-host pressed a remote, and the lair’s garage doors rolled open to reveal the Eggmobile—upgraded with cupholders, a new paint job, and sidecar attachments.
“Whoa,” Twister said. “This looks like something out of a cartoon race.”
“It flies,” Eggman added with pride. “And it has Bluetooth .”
“I call shotgun!” Lightning yelled, flipping into the seat.
“Wait—” Eggman started, but they were already taking off to get the front seat, they got in and it was time for the ride
The ride was pure chaos.
Twister was hanging halfway out the sidecar yelling “Weeeee!” while trying to rewire the music system because lightning tried playing music earlier only to say “You have dubstep remixes of yourself talking??”
Eggman cackled from the pilot seat. “Of course I do! I have branding standards!”
They soared over fields and forests, leaving streaks of light in the sky as Lightning shouted, “This is the best day ever!”
And then—
Everything froze .
The sound dropped. The wind vanished.
Lightning turned. “Uh... guys?”
A split second later, the air ripped open in a pulse of black and red energy.
Shadow stepped through the distortion, very obviously here for business.
Eggman’s shades fell off. “Shadow?! What are you doing here—?”
Before he could finish, Shadow vanished and reappeared in front of the Eggmobile.
Too late.
One flash.
One pulse.
In an instant, Shadow reached forward, grabbed all three teens and teleported away .
Gone.
Just like that.
Eggman jerked the controls, skidding the Eggmobile mid-air in sheer shock. “HEY! NO ONE KIDNAPS MY GUESTS BUT ME !”
Silence.
Then the air returned, the sound resumed, and only the wind was left to scream.
Back in the lair, the others were halfway through dishes when they all looked up—feeling that weird shift.
Sonic squinted. “...Guys? Did you feel that?”
Amy dropped a sponge. “It probably Eggman and the trio”
And somewhere, far across the island…
Shadow landed silently in an unknown location—still gripping the Trio, all wide-eyed.
Lightning stared at him.
“…Okay, We have got to work on entrances, man.”