6am? you mean bagel hour?

i am a big fan of the donuts older, more stable brother

bagel calls donut and tries to reconnect with him years after they both graduate college, donut has been backpacking across europe. trying all the flavors of life. bagel has settled down, has a job at a "everything bagel seasoning" supply chain firm. 2 kids, a wife, white picket-

fence. Donut tells Bagel that he's coming back to the states, for good this time he thinks. That he's seen enough of the world, had enough of the whole 'nomad' life. Bagel chuckles, says its 'not glamorous but its enough'. Donut sighs, "Listen, you don't have to sugarcoat it." -

Bagel laughs again, because Donut is covered in sugar (obviously). A moment of silence is shared between them. Bagel breaks it,
"Guess travelling Europe still didn't fill the hole huh?"

"Well, there's only so many roads you can walk until you realize that you're hole hasn't...

"...gotten any smaller. You've seen the sights, but there's still something missing. But I could ask you the same, yknow? Have you filled your hole yet, Bagel?"

Bagel pauses for a moment
"Not yet, but maybe this third bagel bites gonna pop out and fill it, whos to say really."-

"Oh so you're having another? 2 wasn't enough?"

"Well we got the two boys, Brioche's always wanted a girl. Figured we'd give it one last shot. Anyways, I gotta go pick up White and Wheat from school. Let me know when you get back in town, we have a guest room for a reason." -

"Haha thanks Bagel, I might just take you up on that. Alright, I'll catch you later doughboy."

Bagel hangs up and grabs the keys to his minivan which is just a toaster on wheels (We like to have fun here).

Donut hangs up the payphone and looks around somberly. He's gonna...

...miss the adventure spirit, but he's sure in his donut heart that this is the right choice. After all, he's almost 30. His knees are starting to ache, his backs worn out from the pack he carried across the rolling Norwegian hills. He owes it to himself. But he still has one...

day left in Spain, he might as well spend it in paradise.

Bagel's sons, White and Wheat hop in the toaster Minivan.
"Guess who I talked to today kids?"
"Who was it Dad?"
"It was your uncle Doughey, he might come and visit soon."
The kids exclaim, "Uncle Doughey Uncle Doughey!"

Bagel smiles as he looks back on his kids. His brothers words echo in his mind - "Have you filled your hole yet, Bagel?" Bagel drives idly, thinking about his response . Sure, he wouldn't trade it for the world, his kids, his wife. He can't imagine a life...

without them. But why is there still a hole? He always wondered why there was a hole. Mom always said it was to let the light shine through better, but that was just something Mom's said. Donut never seemed to worry about it. Bagel pulls into the driveway at home. He sees that...

the front door is cracked open to his house.
"Kids, stay in the toaster for a second. Dad's gotta check something."

Bagel slowly nudges the door open, and he finds Brioche naked on the couch with Foccacia, their next door neighbor. Bagel clears his throat and the two jump...

... startled.

"Bagel, honey it's not what it looks like."

"Oh really? What is it then? Cuz to me, it looks like you got tired of Bagel. You wanted something more exotic, french even. Just like you."
Focaccia chimes in
"Actually, Focaccia is italia-"
"Did I fucking ask you?!"

Tears fill up Bagels eyes. He punches the doorframe so hard it shakes the house.
"Is the kid even mine?"

"Baby, of course White and Wheat are yours!"

"No, 'the' kid. The new one."

A long silence falls over the room.

"...no, its not. I didn't know how to tell you..."

"Clean yourself up, Brioche. I don't want ou- my sons to know their mothers a cheating whore."

Bagel locks eyes with Focaccia.

"And you. You are gonna be the best god damn stepfather the world has ever seen, you hear me. That's IF you get custody."

Bagel leaves out. Brioche gets up and runs to the door.

"Bagel where are you going?"

"I gotta go find something to fill this fucking hole."

*Heroes by David Bowie plays as Bagel walks down his suburban street into the sunset*