Evidently, it was a good day to hit up the grocery store of New Orleans. The prince and princess of Maldonia had the day off, leaving the restaurant in good hands, and Tiana had decided to see what was fresh and available that day. Who knew? Maybe sheâd try out a new recipe for herself and Naveen that night. That was her thought as she perused the produce aisles and tried to find the freshest ingredients.
A commotion nearby was what drew her attention away, though. When Tiana looked up, she saw a small handful of bizarre yellow looking creatures making a mess of things. Now, Tiana was no stranger to the bizarre. She and her husband had been turned into frogs for several days before their official wedding, after all. This just struck her as odd even by her standards.
ââŠNow thatâs not somethinâ you see every day,â Tiana said. The yellow beings, whatever they were, didnât seem to want to stop messing about. Their antics really got to be a bit much when one tossed a tomato her way and nearly hit her. Tiana was of enough mind to duck out of the way, but the mess that was left behind still was not a pretty sight.
âHey now,â Tiana said in her firmest voice. That seemed to at least get the three to stop long enough to look at her. âI donât know who yâall think you are, but this ainât the place for that sort of behavior.â
Naveen might have told her to lighten up a little, but he was in another part of the store. No one could have disagreed with her thinking that this wasnât right, though. Right? Surely someone was supervising these beings.
Well. He might be the resident villain of the family now, but it looked like Dru didnât have anywhere near the level of control over the minions that Gru used to.
Either that, or he was watching from nearby, laughing his ass off at their antics. Margo wouldnât have put that past the blonde man--
But it looked like it fell to her to restore a bit of order. A scowl settled onto the young brunetteâs face; but nonetheless, she waded into the veritable sea of yellow, dodging the flying groceries as best she could.
So much for the peaceful holiday break Dru had promised her.
Of course, she knew that her uncle was only in New Orleans at all because he had a big heist planned; but he had promised to keep her out of it. A nice relaxing vacation, some uncle-niece bonding, and she could look the other way whenever he did something illegal. It had sounded like a nice change of pace from home life.
This wasnât what Margo had in mind.
A mango hit the wall dangerously close to her head, splattering her glasses with juice. Making a face, but otherwise undeterred, Margo forced her way towards the key offenders. For a small miracle, they seemed to have at least paused at the intervention of another customer - but she knew that wouldnât last.
A few of the nearest minions took one look at her expression and decided to be elsewhere. The rest slowly turned in her direction before they could make life too hard for the unfortunate bystander.
âOutside. Take it outside.â
Apparently the word of their former bossâs daughter still held some weight; at least somewhat subdued, the minions began shuffling out of the store. Admittedly, it looked like a small bomb had gone off in their wake; but at least no further damage would be done.
Once they were all gone, Margo allowed herself to sag a bit. Taking off her juice-splattered glasses, she wiped them as best she could on the tail of her white shirt - not the best idea, as it left a nasty stain - and turned apologetically to the woman who had almost got caught up in the fiasco.
âSorry. Theyâre... cousins of mine.â
The old lie was just simpler, really, than explaining what the minions actually were.