Lucy, stylish in her Young Women’s leader sash, surveys the scene. Gru stands arms crossed, brow furrowed, while Margo, Edith, and Agnes plead at his side. Noah Jutila, clipboard in hand, bounces on his heels, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Please, Papa! It’ll be so much fun, and the Minions already set up the lights!"
"A dance? In my house? With teenagers? This is a recipe for disaster," he grumbles, but his resolve wavers under the hopeful gaze of his daughters and the promise of unlimited cookies from Noah.
Agnes clutches her fluffy unicorn, spinning in place. Lucy checks the refreshment table, loaded with cookies and punch. Noah tests the sound system, while Margo ushers kids toward the dance floor.
"Welcome! Don’t forget to sign up for the dance-off later—trust me, you don’t want to miss it," he calls, flashing a grin.
Edith attempts to organize a martial arts demonstration in the corner, much to Margo’s chagrin. Agnes tugs kids into a circle dance around her unicorn. Noah bursts onto the floor, leading a dance-off that ignites cheers and laughter.
"Follow my lead! Left, right, spin, and moonwalk!"
A rogue Minion, cackling like an old-school villain, swings from the light rigging. Teens stumble about, laughing and coughing in the haze. Gru leaps onto a table, commanding attention with a thunderous voice.
"Minions! Fix it now, or no bananas for a week!"
Noah wastes no time, corralling everyone for a group line dance. Lucy and Margo help restore order, while Gru watches, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.
"Let’s show them how we do it—one, two, three, clap! Don’t let the fog get your feet!"
Lucy[/@ch_1] gazes at the beaming youth, joy radiating from her face.]
Gru mutters as he surveys the mess, but his eyes linger on his daughters’ happiness. Lucy slips an arm around him, squeezing gently.
"Never again," he insists, though his soft chuckle betrays him.
"We’ll see, Gru. The kids had the time of their lives—and so did you,"
As the final song fades and the Minions start cleaning up (with only minor banana-related mishaps), everyone agrees: it was the best stake dance ever. Maybe next year, they’ll just keep the Minions away from the DJ booth.
