"Bye guys." Dan saluted as he finished broadcasting on Phil's YouNow account. He sighed as he realized that he then had to participate in yet another activity that did not include mindlessly scrolling, and pushed himself with a huff up out of the oddly comfortable butt-chair.

"You ready, Dan?" Phil called over his shoulder from the other room.

Dan lifted his head and yelled as loudly as possible, "Yes I'm ready, Phil!"

He laughed inwardly at his own stupidity before striding out the door, and both Dan and Phil emerged from the deep, dark depths of their rooms. Phil slapped Dan on the shoulder as they walked towards the kitchen. Placing the recipe on counter, Phil turned away from Dan to turn on the camera. Before he got there, though, Dan reached forward and pinched Phil's ass, pulling his arm back quickly and looking in the opposite direction to feign innocence.

"Dan!" Phil exclaimed, spinning around to face a suspiciously angelic looking Dan. Phil put his index finger in Dan's face and waggled it in front of his nose. "I want none of that when we're filming. You hear me? None. I want editing to be a breeze."

Dan held his hands behind his back and turned away from Phil yet again, his voice going an octave higher when he mumbled "alright no funny business; you're the boss." Phil nodded his head as if he honestly expected Dan to keep his promise, and as he walked towards the camera again, it took everything Dan had not to repeat his actions.

"Hey guys," Phil waved at the camera before shoving his hand back in his pocket, "I'm doing some cooking spooky edition. But, as I'm really clumsy and would probably drop an egg on my foot, I have called in the help of Cooking Mama to help me cook! Unfortunately, she cancelled as her dog got the flu, so I've just called in Dan instead." Phil mocked disappointment and Dan trudged in to the frame with his head hung low.

"Why must you demean me in this way?" Dan fake sobbed, shaking his fists at the Heavens in a way that was more melodramatic than a sixth grader crying about a break-up.

Phil rolled his eyes and continued, "So, Dan, tell the lovely subscribers what we're going to be making today."

"Well, Phil," Dan prompted in his best weatherman voice, "we're going to be baking the most fabulous invention known to mankind. CUPCAKES." They both threw their arms out Super Amazing Project style and noted that they'd need to insert an explosion in after they'd finished filming. "As we're not basic bitches, though, we're going to be making them from scratch, so prepare to watch me blend my hands off with this death machine." Dan pointed over at the demonic blender and shook his head.

Phil moved over to the other side of the room and started listing the necessary ingredients with intermissions of Dan modeling them off in some way, per tradition.

"Okay so now you add the egg mixture to the flour mixture..." Phil said slowly as he tipped the bowl of dangerously runny liquids into the other bowl. "And then... you're... Good!" Phil stated victoriously as he scraped the last of the yellow egg yolk out of its glass container. "Now mix, slave!" Phil declared, puffing out his chest in a way that was made to make him look regal but only made him look more like a five-year old that was trying way too hard.

"No way, mix it yourself, ya dork." Dan groaned, leaning back against the counter and breathing in the smell of cinnamon.

Phil let out a huff. "Fine, but if I get batter on the walls, you're paying for it. Again." They both thought back to the time their raspberry fight stained the walls purple and shuddered.

"Well, maybe I should-" Dan started, but Phil had already revved up the mixer and was dragging it through the contents of the giant glass bowl that they had set out. Within seconds, Phil had managed to splatter the batter all up Dan's shirt, and partially on the side of his face.

Dan looked down at his eggy mixture-covered shirt and back up at Phil. "Oh no you don't." Dan exclaimed, and before Phil could react, Dan had a spoonful of batter between his fingers.

Phil eyed Dan warily, backing away from the malicious boy slowly, only succeeding in cornering himself between the fridge and the wall in the process. "Dan, don't." Phil warned, searching for an escape route.

"Too late!" Dan yelled, grabbing Phil's cheeks and splashing the cake batter on the tip of his nose.

"Ah!" Phil squeaked, jumping a little in the air before glaring at the triumphant Dan. "You're going to pay for that!" He yelled, diving for the bowl of batter and gracelessly dipping his fingers in, rubbing a long streak of goop down Dan's unsuspecting face.

"You didn't." Dan spluttered disbelievingly. "You did not. Oh my God Phil I'm going to get you back so bad for that!" Dan yelled, pushing past Phil to grab two handfuls of the liquid and running them through his black hair, using it as a sort of hair gel to try to give Phil a lopsided quiff.

"That's so much worse than what I did to you!" Phil squealed, dipping his hands in the bowl and running them down Dan's front. Dan thought that'd be the worst of it, but oh, was he wrong. Phil then ran his hands along the back of Dan's neck, making Dan instantly lash out in self defense. He grabbed Phil's collar out of reflex and pulled his face in towards his own.

Deciding to take advantage of the situation, Dan momentarily stopped trying to attack Phil with Cupcake stuffs. "You've got something on your nose." Dan breathed, and he lifted his hand to wipe it off. Phil knew what he was trying to do, but he gave in anyway.

"Dammit." He mumbled, before leaning in and kissing Dan full on, using the situation as an excuse to run his still vaguely slimy hands up through the back of Dan's hair. Dan reached up as if to grab the back of Phil's neck High-School Musical style, and he did for a moment, before rubbing batter onto Phil's back with his fingers.

"You're gross." Phil giggled after pulling away and resting his forehead against Dan's.

"Yeah, well you're the one who rubbed gross stuff across my achilles heel." Dan stated, gliding his thumbs across Phil's cheeks.

Phil pulled a confused face and opened his mouth to speak, but Dan just kissed him again. "It's a figure of speech, ya dimwit." Dan smiled, kissing the top of Phil's head before stepping back to assess the damage they'd made to the kitchen.

"God, we look like we've just filmed one of those kinky food porns." Dan stated, trying to keep his mind off of donuts for the bad memories they brought him.

"You realize we're going to have to make new batter to actually do the baking video, right?" Phil asked, internally sighing at the excess work. Dan shook his head.

"Nah, just put that up; everyone'll love it." Dan joked, yawning as he trekked back to his room to change into non-sticky clothing.

Phil didn't get the joke.