Jonathan walked up to the stove to see how his bacon was doing. It was almost done. He gently grabbed the handle of pan, picking it up with ease. He carefully tossed the bacon, letting it fly, then fall back in the pan. He placed it back on the stove and turned the temperature down a bit. 
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Outside the mansion, a dog was racing towards the building. He stopped briefly to take a look at it. "I hope a nice place like this will have my doughnuts." He said merely to himself. After he finished admiring the place, he dashed inside, hoping to find the kitchen. He had goofy smile on his face. This was none other than silly ol' Ace.