Lord Sheldon did his best not to roll his eyes at his current predicament. It was the middle of the day and his four sons were bickering once again about their inheritance. Granted, he was slowly becoming older each passing day, but they were not ready yet. Sheldon is only in his mid forties while his sons are reaching young adulthood, so it's not like he was going anywhere soon.

His sons were Kendall, Trevor, Cyrus, and Peter. Kendall is a light skinned with short brown hair and amber eyes while Trevor, Cyrus, and Peter are Caucasian with brown hair and hazel eyes. Each thought they were better for the wealthy inheritance. Sheldon just could not stand their complaining and bickering. His wife was in a condo in Los Angles for some long needed vacation while he was stuck at their mansion in Missouri.

He had to come to a decision in the future as none of his sons were currently mature enough even if they are in their early twenties. But he knew this feud needs to end. Hopefully soon.

Night came, Sheldon and his sons were eating dinner. They had dressed themselves in formal attire: black tuxedo tail jackets, white dress shirts, white vests, black slacks, black otc socks, and black pointed dress shoes. They were in the middle of their meal, all while avoiding the topic of inheritance but were busy chatting about other things. Dinner went flawlessly, Sheldon not worried about any arguments. Sheldon had to excuse himself for a brief moment, just as the butlers presented the dessert which was an assortment pies for the family's choice.

But he probably showed have stayed.

The minute he left, Peter said something snarky about him ruling and led to Kendall saying that he should be in charge. Cyrus retorted he was more mature than the three combined, but Trevor went on about how he knew more than them. The senseless bickering only got worse from there.

Lord Sheldon returned and heard the senseless bickering. At this point, he was over this pointless obsession of inheritance. His sons needed to learn their lesson that inheritance should be earned. But how was he supposed to do that? As he mulled over the idea, his sons were reaching their "boiling" point with each other. And things took a turn the minute Cyrus decided to fling a pie to shut Peter's mouth.

Said victim gapped in astonishment when the pie plastered along his handsome face and combed hair before the contents fell into his lap. Peter gasped at this before hearing the stifled laughter of his siblings. Peter returned the favor with a pie of his own at Kendall, since he was the closest, by cramming into his face. Kendall responded in same manner, before throwing a pie at Cyrus, seeing he was the one that started this. The pie hit true, splattering Cyrus in the contents. And since Trevor was mostly spared in the beginning, his snicker got the beat of him and led him to received three pies from his creamed siblings, giving him the worst outcome of the four.

Lord Sheldon pinched the bridge of his nose, gave a disapproving shake of his head, and did his best to ignore what would happen next.

And given the amount of pies the chefs had made, he was lucky that his sons had plenty of tuxedos in their closets.

The sons crammed each other with pies, covering them from head to toe. Peter was immersed with crust, Cyrus received a mucked up hairstyle, Trevor looked to his chest seeing that his white bow tie was now coated in whipped cream, and Kendall had pie stains raked along his tuxedo tail. They seemed to be inter on using all the pies to make the others unpresentable to their father.

A few pies missed and coincidentally collided with Lord Sheldon, who was too busy not really caring. A pie implanted itself in his white tuxedo shirt and vest, one clocked his white bow tie, another smacked his black jacket, and one may or may not have slammed into his slacks.

Luckily the pie fight his sons had ensued were done in fifteen minutes, the pastries finally had run out, except the one on Sheldon's plate. Said person was not completely trashed as his sons. As he approached his seat, he found himself stepping through fallen crust and cream that littered their royal carpet with his black dress shoes. And his seat was accidentally covered with the same contents, so when he took a seat, his backside was smothered. His hair was also slightly mucked up too.

His sons were the most covered with each of them coated in pies. Cream had ran down their faces and hair. The white bow ties had been given a nice paste from the mixture of pie impacts. The white tuxedo shirt and vest had crust still hanging onto them, falling into their lap. The black tuxedo jacket was no longer black, now with a creamy aspect on them. Racked across their slacks were the fallen bits of crust from the plastering. Their black dress socks had some specks of cream, while their shiny pointed black leather dress shoes were now enveloped in the rest of the contents.

Sheldon sat in his dessert filled seat, giving a stern glare at his sons, who were laughing sheepishly from the pie fight that they had started. He then picked up his pie, before pieing himself. If it was out of frustration, the sons could not tell. The pie covered his face until he took it off. Revealing his new appearance, the pie appeared to be a whipped cream one, evident as the white cream has mucking his face up and a bit of his hairline.

And then Sheldon took his leave, leaving his sons in the mess they had created. Sheldon certainly knew they were not ready for such a position given the immature display they just did.