A Criminal Pancake
“It is Canada Day!” exclaimed Neon Cop, pulling out a frying pan out of the cupboard. “Time for pancakes and maple syrup.”
Neon Cop had a rare day off from fighting crime and he wanted to do this Canada Day up right. He made a huge batch of pancakes.
“Oh, pancakes!” exclaimed Neon Cop’s step-daughter, Jenny.
“It is Canada Day,” said Neon Cop. “There is nothing more Canadian than pancakes and maple syrup.”
“Agreed,” said Jenny.
Jenny poured maple syrup on her stack of pancakes and then she heard a strange voice.
“More maple syrup, please,” Jenny heard. “What you just poured me was a tease!”
“Who are you?” asked Jenny, watching as the pancake on the top of the pile on her plate started dancing.
“I am Pancake Man,” said the pancake. “I need as much maple syrup as you can.”
“Neon Cop!” shouted Jenny. “You’d better come quick. There is something wrong with these pancakes.”
Neon Cop came into the dining room and almost dropped the plate of pancakes he had in his hand when he saw Pancake Man dancing on top of the stack of pancakes on Jenny’s plate.
“Who are you?” asked Neon Cop. “What are you doing here?”
“It is Canada Day,” said Pancake Man. “I want to hear what you have to say. I want to know what Canadian things you do, from the time you wake up and until you sleep, too.”
“I am a cop,” said Neon Cop. “I wake up early each day and fight crime. I catch criminals until it’s time for bed.”
“I don’t mean any harm,” said Pancake Man, putting his arms in the air. “I thought I had charm.”
“Oh I’m not going to arrest you,” laughed Neon Cop. “Now that I know who you are.”
“Oh good,” said Pancake Man. “Let’s get this celebration under way. Let’s have a Happy Canada Day!”
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