Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly, danny, and charlie

Sometimes on a weekend morning, Joey will wake up with the urge to make pancakes.  Normally by the time he’s up and ready to eat, I’ve already been awake for three or four hours and already eaten first (and maybe second) breakfast, so I’m pretty indifferent to the whole operation, though I’ll usually at least muster enough enthusiasm to heat the syrup and eat me a pancake or three.  But for production, he has to recruit other help.  And by help, I mean someone to put every spoon we own into the batter, and use them to paint every counter in the kitchen with it.  Here is Joey with his sous chef, who must be placated with full access to the spoon drawer and unlimited chocolate chips.  Because everyone feeds their toddler chocolate before breakfast, right?  Hello?  Is this thing on?