The pie shaped sun rose upward in the caramel skies of Pie Plaza. The whip cream clouds were moving, the stadiums were brewing with bustling activity that never faded. It was yet another sporty day in the midwestern kingdom in Satiation Kingdom. But, for one particular demon, particular changes would soon rock the boat.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, pie time, pie time.

Obnoxiously loud pie alarm ringing up a storm, a short young dark skinned male demon threw the circular shaped screecher across the room. Dangpienet, did his brother make this thing too loud again? For the love of butterscotch pies, he told him to make these things quieter! Why didn't he ever listen? Some inventor he was.

Throwing the covers back, the young demon's bright strawberry colored frog legs with brown cloud-like spots on them dripped gross damp slime everywhere, especially on his heart shaped tail behind him. Groaning, he wiped up the nasty discretions. Oh, wonderful, it was yet another moisture filled day out there. Why did he have to be born a heart tailed frog demon? He should have been born an elf, a puck, anything else. Whatever, he can't change the circumstances of his existence.

Standing in front of the mirror, his bright red mullet with crusty brown side burns had been as messy as ever. Ah, how terrible, how could he, Pecan Pie Frog, the chancellor of Pie Plaza go about governing his kingdom looking so slovenly? Bright red scleraless eyes having no shine in them whatsoever, he let out a sigh and slit his bangs back. Maybe he should quit this stupid job and have someone else govern this country.

Slipping on a pure white suit adorning pecan pies with frog feet beneath him, Pecan Pie Frog adjusted the collar. He really needed to ask for a better uniform that was less preppy, but why complain? What good would that do? It wouldn't be worth it. He had to look uniform, and professional. The other demons who had demands of him would look down on him if he dressed casual, but such was life.

Closing the door to his sleeping quarters, Pecan Pie Frog moved past another closed bedroom door. Do Not Disturb sign still up and running, he wanted to rip that thing in two. How could his brother still be sleeping at a time like this? It was seven pieclock! He was supposed to awake by now! Does he not know how things works around here? Be up at seven, be ready to leave at eight, they had a kingdom to run, for crying out loud! Sometimes he wondered if he shouldn't have ever asked him to help out with such a task.

Throwing the stupid sign off the door, he rolled up his sleeves. Door locked as usual, he reached for the master key. Turning the hatch the entranceway opened wide. Tiny young demon man snoring away, he threw the covers across the room. Unbelievable, he's still snoring away at a time like this! When will this fool learn it would make them all look bad if the chancellor was late? Little yawn coming out of the other's throat, a pout had come his way.

"Bro, why did you unlock my door?" his brother groaned. "I was having a nice dream!"

Complaining in the corner had been a short young adult dark skinned male demon with a bright red mullet flipped to the opposite side of his own. Lower half a bright orangeish brown, he had a small sideburn near his ears. Big, bright red scleraless eyes that had life's shine in them, his frog hands and legs had not been making his brown tail with a heart at the end of it. He couldn't help but feel jealous over such. How did his young brother, Chess Pie Frog do it? He leaked dumb slime everywhere all the time.

"I've told you a gazilpie times, Chess Pie Frog!" Pecan Pie Frog shouted. "We have to be on time to our duties!" But, such had been met with defiance.

"Who cares if we're a little late?" Chess Pie Frog responded. "I mean, you're the boss. You run this joint."

Defiance coming his way, Pecan Pie Frog could feel a bright red blood strawberry pie boil inside him. As usual, his stupid younger brother didn't get it. Why did he ask him to help again? He didn't know. He never should have. But, why waste his time to say that? It wouldn't do him any good, he would just in circles with him about it.

"I care," Pecan Pie Frog replied, tone annoyed. "Blackberry Tart Hyena cares. Everyone else except you does!"

"Bro, you're always complaining about how running this country outside of the sports culture is the most boring thing ever." His tail swiped behind him as he said such.

Callout coming his way, he wanted to reach for his brother's pajama collar. How dare he say that. But, he kept his hands to himself. So, what if he said that in the moment, and so what if it was true? He heard nothing, that's for sure. He was just imagining it. Maybe he should just spin it that way. He heard nothing of the sort!

"I never said that ever, in my life!" Pecan Pie Frog shouted. "Hurry up and get ready, or we can't have our morning tarts!"

"Okay, okay, sheesh," Chess Pie Frog said, hands on his brother's back. "Get out of my room then!"

Dashing off towards the kitchen, he bit down onto a plain and tasteless raspberry tart. Everything had been so boring and flavorless lately, why bother at all? Brother slipping into the dining room adorning the same suit as him with chess pie printed upon it, his collar had been as messy as his. Groaning as he munched on the rest of his tart, he almost wanted to screech out to fix his collar, but he could not bring himself to. Why were the two of them so alike? He'll never know.

Nothing tart gobbled up into an endless abyss, he opened up his work tablet, a millpie message fluttering on through to come to the main building already, why isn't he here early, he wanted to throw this dumb thing away. As usual, Blackberry Tart Hyena was being uppity again. Sometimes he wondered if he thought he was the boss of this world. Well, he wasn't, that's for sure.

"Ugh, that stupid tart man," Pecan Pie Frog groaned, turning the work tablet screen off.

"What did he say this time?" Chess Pie Frog asked.

"You know what he said!" Pecan Pie Frog screeched. "You should be here early. How many times do I have to tell you that demon despises when we're not there early! Now you're going to make me look bad!"

"It'll be fine, bro, we'll just take the flying saucer, and--." But he had been interrupted as he tried to say such.

"That's your answer to everything! 'It'll be fine, we'll just use the flying saucer.' You baffle me sometimes." He hid the keys behind him, but they soon jiggled.

"Then why are the keys to the flying saucer jingling behind you?" Chess Pie Frog's eyes lowered into a suspicious squint.

Oops.

Busted.

"Gah, whatever, just get in the saucer already!" Pecan Pie Frog screeched.

Dashing out the door, multiple every day citizens greeted him. Various demons saying hello, chancellor, he tried to put on a warm, friendly face, but his eyes twitched as the word kept coming his way. Why did everyone have to greet him as such? How he despised this annoying title. Sure, he was the head of the country, but did he have to reminded about such everywhere he went? Come on, at least treat him like a normal citizen near his house. Was that so much to ask? It was, wasn't it?

Flying tart saucer zooming away across the sky, he could hear the roars of the stadium get louder. Hearing such, he let out a blissful sigh. What a wonderful noise. All the sports fields were filled to the brims, weren't they? What a nice sight to see. This was all that mattered. None of that boring government stuff; none of all that other nonsense mattered either. Sports, and nothing else. But, such was not the life he lived. He had to be in charge after his parents walked away from responsibilities and never returned. Oh well, too late to care about that now.

Cloud soon plopping down, Pecan Pie Frog slumped downward into the flying tart saucer. The rain was going to come at any moment now. Why did he ever bother to think nice things? Everything always seems to get ruined when he does so. Whatever, he guesses, his fault for thinking positive thoughts for even a second! Grumbling, he had soon been interrupted in his pouts.

"Don't worry, bro, this saucer is rainproof!" Chess Pie Frog exclaimed.

"That's not the problem here," Pecan Pie Frog groaned. "If you don't get it, just leave me alone."

Reaching the capitol building, the demon could already hear furious feet tapping about near the entrance. Oh, fantastic, as usual, Blackberry Tart Hyena had a temper. Maybe he should just stage a coup or something. Not like he ever would. Actually, maybe he wanted to. What this demon was thinking was beyond him.

Landing in the parking light with clear steering, he tried to keep his head up high. Oh, great, here it comes. He told him to be here early. Quit settling for being on time, they have a country to run. Blah, blah, blah, carry the fifth. It was always the same thing with this dude. Didn't he know things were fine? Some days, there wasn't anything to even run. Sometimes he wondered if his people even needed him at all.

Standing at the door had been a short, light pink skinned feminine looking demon man with green bangs split slightly into loose edges for some reason. Bright purplish pink ponytail that went down to about his chest, he always wondered why this guy denied feminine appearance and cried he's manly. But, whatever. Not his problem. Hyena ears on the top of his head, his light lavender suit had a blackberry tart printed upon it. Hyena paws pitch black, for whatever reason, he had a long, stringy tail with a blackberry at the end of it.

"Chancellor, I've told ya a millpie times to be early, not on time," Blackberry Tart Hyena complained. "Being on time is being late!"

"Oh, my gooseberry pie, stop calling me Chancellor, it's so annoying when you call me that!" Pecan Pie Frog cried.

"There ya go again with that nonsense running through yer mouth!" Blackberry Tart Hyena cried. "Yer the Chancellor. Chancellor Pecan Pie. Grow up and accept yer responsibilities as the head of the country. Yer parents ain't comin' back."

"You never know, they might come back one day!" Chess Pie Frog cried. "They're just on a journey to another kingdom!"

"When will ya learn they deserted yer butts by now?" Blackberry Tart Hyena asked, palm slapped across his forehead. "Ya know what? Whateva. I ain't care none to reason with ya'll. Hurry up and get inside the building! We got things to discuss!"

Practically dragged inside, Pecan Pie Frog almost wanted to roll his eyes to the sky. There that stupid hyena demon goes again, running his mouth. At this point, he should just take over everything, he wouldn't even care! But why open his pie hole to say that? Speaking such would always end the same.

Stomping into the hall, a tall tan male demon with spiky green hair fading into brown looked about ready to wrestle with someone. Bright green eyes looking about ready to be on fire, the horns on the top of his head looked like they could complete destroy someone with one curb stomp. Green pea colored freckles on his face, he had a white collared suit with a pot pie spitting out peas printed on the hips. Brown heart tail behind him, he groaned. How was this dude at all related to Blackberry Tart Hyena? Pot Pie Demon always claimed they were born from some mixed marriage or something, but no matter how many times he heard this claim, it made less sense every time.

Shaking his head in the corner had been a rather tall dark skinned elfen adult male demon with light green hair split in the center by a weird knotted bun. Brown messy ponytail going down to about his chest, he, too, had sharp teeth. Hyena arms and feet upon him, he had a strange chocolate shaped tail that felt quite out of place in this kingdom. He always wondered if this dude defected from Pumpkin City, or something. Chocolate Elves were native there. White suit all the same with pudding pie on them adorning buck teeth, he couldn't help but feel jealous over how neat and tidy Pudding Pie Elf always looked.

"You know, you two should have been here an hour early," Pot Pie Demon complained. "We gotta lot stuff to go over right now."

"So I wasn't here early, so shoot me," Pecan Pie Frog groaned. He then turned towards his brother. "If this guy here wasn't busy sleeping, we'd be here by now!" But, a sigh had soon come his way.

"Chess Pie Frog, listen kiddo," Pudding Pie Elf sighed, temperamental tone of voice. "I know you two only became adult demons not too long ago, and not that many people care about how you run things, please try and be a little more responsible, okay?"

"Hmph, it's not my fault we gotta run this entire country in our parent's stead since who knows how long now," Chess Pie Frog pouted.

"My point stands," Pudding Pie Elf said, turning his head backwards. "Now, come on, you two, hurry along to the meeting room."

Dragging himself to the meeting room, Pecan Pie Frog gazed at the various pie photos hung up against the wall, grunting. Maybe he should get rid of those stupid things and scrub away whatever was left of those deserters. But, whatever, he hardly had time for that right now, or ever. Who cares anyway? He'd much rather go for a round of piesball right about now.

Seating himself in the leader chair, he drummed his slimy frog fingers on the table. What useless news was he about to be told today? Millpie people signed a petition to rebuild the torn down park, the schools were flooded with slime. Why did he, a chancellor, have to deal with all this nonsense? Everything should be solved by a game of sports instead. "First up, the Flan Chino Youth Center wants you to visit the new basketpie court they built recently," Pot Pie Demon said, clearing his throat.

"You mean that basketpie court I did not approve of because they didn't have the budget to make it?" Pecan Pie Frog asked, crossing his arms around his waist.

"We funded them to let them continue," Blackberry Tart Hyena said, in an annoyed tone. "Which ya shoulda done from the beginning!"

"I already told you we don't need another baksetpie court!" Pecan Pie Frog said, slamming his hand down on the table. "And, let me guess, they built the saucer tart race course up in the sky, too? Which I did not approve of either, might I add."

"You always say this, and you should know by now that those youth centers hardly care if you say no or not and go and do their own thing anyway," Pudding Pie Elf said in a stern tone. "Regardless of that, we really should go over there and take a look."

"Why should I?" There was a heavy tone of annoyance in his voice. "What do ya mean, why should ya? Ya have to. You're the chancellor!" Blackberry Tart Demon shouted. "Grow up already."

"Fine, whatever, I'll go," Pecan Pie Frog said with a groan.

"Let's go, then," Pudding Pie Elf said, standing up from his chair. "As for the other thing, it can wait until after."

Scooted out of his chair, Pecan Pie Frog let out a groan. Why was he the chancellor? Everyone was always trying to take his job from him anyway!