It was a typical morning in the Gadget household. Brain was outside doing his business, and Penny was sitting at the table pouring herself a glass of orange juice, and Gadget was making pancakes.

“Did you sleep well Penny?” He asked.

“Yes I did, Uncle Gadget.” She replied, her uncle’s T-shirt fluttering as she sat back down. She didn’t need pajamas yet, her uncle’s shirt was long enough and covered her body well enough.

“Go go gadget hand!” Said Gadget, holding a plate in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He needed to grab a wodden spatula and thought his Gadget hand would be useful.
Like always, the gadget he tried to use did not come out. Out popped the hand, but it was the Gadget Mallet. And like always, he had no control over it,
so he stepped back from the cooker so he wouldn’t hit something, then WHAM! His gadget mallet smacked Penny on the back side of her head, knocking her out cold.

Gadget gasped in fright, the gadget mallet pulled itself back inside his hat. He went over to her and lifted her from the foor.

“Penny! Penny! Wake up!” But she was barely breathing. That’s when Gadget noticed, through the loose shirt, her tiny bosom, just starting to bud.
He stared at them for a full minute, wondering why he hadn’t noticed these before.

His face went flush, he didn’t know what he should do. Should he take her to the hospital? But then they’d probably deem him unfit to take care of her, that he was a danger to her.
So he did the next to logical thing, Gadget laid Penny in the bed, hoping she’d wake up soon. There was no blood, so he thought she’d be fine.

An hour later, nothing. Brain was laying at the foot of the bed, whimpering. Gadget came in to check on her. He sat on the side of the bed and shook her, but she didn’t move.
She was breathing, but she wasn’t responding to anything. He got more and more worried. But he couldn’t help but remember how he felt when saw her chest.