A/N: Hey there! So, it's been a while since I've wrote any stories, so I have these for you to read! :D Each Chapter is just a random one-shot for various characters about something random. This started when I randomly wrote a story using my phone after my friend texted me the word "Butter" and we were talking about the Kingdom Keepers (Weird, right?:)). So... then came this story! Haha! Enjoy! More to come! :D

Philby stared out the window, deep in thought. Also known as zoning out.

"Ahem, Mr. Philby." the teacher cleared her voice.

"Huh?" he muttered and looked at Mrs. Dolphin. "Yeah. I was paying attention."

"Then why aren't your eggs cracked and in the bowl yet?" She inquired, raising a brow.

"Oh." Philby peered back down at his cake batter. He quickly took the eggs and cracked them, just to stop the class from staring. He was in home-ec class and they were attempting to bake a cake.

Notice the word attempting. Philby never did consider himself a chef of sorts. He had a hard time even making a grilled cheese, for goodness sake.

"Okay, class, now the next ingredient we add to our mixture is butter." Mrs. Dolphin said. The class stared at the teacher blankly then grabbed the butter. Some seemed to be having a hard time opening the butter's wrapper, so they just threw the whole stick of butter in, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice.

The teacher did.

"JIMMY. Do you want paper in your cake? Take the wrapper off." Mrs. Dolphin commanded. He obeyed her orders with a embarressed look on his face.

Jeez, Philby thought. How'd I get stuck in a class full of juevenile deliquents? Philby wondered to himself. He looked around his workspace for the butter. Only one problem: there was not butter. He knew the other students had butter, so why didn't he? He raised his hand.

"Um, Mrs. Dolphin, I, uh, don't have any butter." He said in his trade-mark accent.

Once the words left his mouth, his classmates began to snicker and him.

"Butter!" they mimicked, pretending to have a British-like accent. "Where's the butter?"

Philby glared at them. "Yes, butter, is that a problem?"

The kids avoided eye contact with him and laughed to themselves.

Mrs. Dolphin walked over with another stick of butter and set it on his desk.

"Thanks," Philby muttered.

She then turned and went back to the front of the class and began listing instructions again.

Philby sighed and plopped the butter in the bowl. This was going to be a long period.

Once the cakes were done, the class compared each other's cakes. Jimmy's cake was... well... interesting. And out of the rest, Philby's was actually good, surprisingly. The others glared at him, while others still made fun of him, saying "Butter!".

The teacher dissmissed the class. Philby picked up his backpack and was about to leave when Jimmy came up beside Philby and yelled "BUTTER!" in his ear.

"Dude, will you stop?" Philby asked, slightly annoyed.

"Why would I do that, Sir Philby?" He mocked him in a British accent.

"Please."

"You have manners! Just like an englishman!" Jimmy continued, laughing with his friends.

Philby looked around. The teacher had already left, so there was no adult-figure in the class to get him in trouble. As Jimmy continued to blabber on about British accents and butter, Philby simply picked up the extra stick of butter and shoved it in his face.

"Dude!" Jimmy yelled.

"What?" Philby said, putting emphasis on his accent. "It's just butter." And he walked out.

A/N: Hey there! So, write a review using a random word and a character and I'll try to write a one-shot using that word and the character! :D So... review please! Random, strange words are welcome! Haha! Sank you. :)