Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Rose I do love a good turkey leg If it's fried, I'll even beg. But, Auntie P has gone batty Dancing to Christmas music with Catty It's starting to get on my nerves. All those dips, trips, and swerves. How am I to enjoy my turkey When she is acting so quirky? Mmm, Mmm, Mmm... Thanksgiving, here I come! Mommy has set the dinning table and, even, gave me a special spot just to the side of the premier head seat.  That can only mean one thing! I get a turkey leg! Uncle Fred has used his fryer, much to Auntie P's protests, and now that turkey is delicious, and moist, and crispy, and yummy, and I.  Am.  So.  Ready.  For.  This. I even set aside my diabolicalness.  All just to make sure that I get a perfectly amazing turkey leg. "I know what this table needs," Auntie P announces before the family can say grace.  "We need some Christmas music!" "Why?"  Daddy groans, followed by Mommy, Uncle Fred, and the rest.  "Shouldn...

 As Logged By: Agent Chase I hear Gobbles gobbling close by. He’s sneaking closer to the pie. Will he try to eat it? Or, is he going to fling it? A crazy turkey is on the loose. Not to be confused with the plastic goose. Does he think we’re going to eat him? When we really want to keep him! Thanksgiving is fast approaching, which means that Mommy and Daddy are running around like crazy. I’ve tried throwing stink bombs in their paths, I’ve tried letting out toots with stinky gas. But, they’re too wired to notice anything. Not even the sauerkraut I stealthily slipped into their coffee! Gobble, gobble. There’s that noise again… I heard it last night before I went to bed. This diabolical mastermind knows something is afoot. Someone is sneaking around. Someone is watching me. I can feel it in my diaper. I look to the left. I look to the right. But, I can’t find anything from behind this play pen. “ Where is he?!” Mommy runs ...

 As Logged By: Agent West The Sheriff and three babies succeeded! They saved Grandma and the bunnies were defeated. But Grandma knew the bunnies would come back. Who can resist a delicious marshmallow snack? Marshmallows, marshmallows everywhere Until the bunnies start to shout, “Beware!” A magic spell that turns them into marshmallows too? Sounds too far fetched to be true.     I love the story of how the Sheriff and three babies saved Grandma from the marshmallow crazed bunnies almost as much as I love blowing a good spit bubble. But, Agent Chase left the best part out.   Do you want to know how that Grandma made sure they could keep going camping and keep roasting their marshmallows without ever fearing of another bunny attack?   As the story goes: The Grandma, the Sheriff, and the three babies all cheered.  They hooted and tooted that they escaped the crazy bunnies' lair.   "That was some stench!"  Grandma c...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose Mommy's getting quite excited. Her writing bug has been ignited. Now she has two stories to share. For once, there's no need to beware.   Chicken Soup for the Soul it is! Tales of Christmas, the title is. Filled with 101 different stories From Christmas caroling to oyster worries.   "It's here!  It's here!"  Mommy screams and runs around the house, completely jolting me out of my cutie tootie sleep.  "AHH!  I can't believe it!" What's going on?  Is it cake?  Is it a plush toy?  Left over Halloween candy?  A stink bomb?   What is it? What?  WHAT!? "Look, Rosie!  It's Chicken Soup for the Soul:  Tales of Christmas .  Can you believe it?!" I offer Mommy a smile, though I'm still waking up and have no idea why she's screaming and jumping.  Can those eyes get any wider?  They aren't going to fall out are they? "There's one hundred and one stories about the holidays in here," Mo...

As Logged By:  Agent Chase Camping can be so much fun, Especially for Grandma and her son. Her three grand-babies are delighted For the bag of marshmallows has them excited. But woodland bunnies love marshmallows, too! They’ll attack before anyone can say, “BOO!” Saving Grandma will be quite rough. But her three grand-babies are tough!     It was a perfect day to go for a camping trip. Grandma packed the bags with food and her son, the Sheriff, packed the tent and tools. Three, little grand-babies watched with glee. This was their first camping trip and they knew what came once the sun went down and the fire was started. Marshmallows. Warm, gooey, roasted marshmallows. Into the woods, the five of them went. Grandma and the Sheriff singing camping songs as the babies hummed along. They pointed at threes, they watched birds fly, and they laughed at the cute bunnies bouncing across their path. If only they knew… “Who’s r...

 As Logged By: Agent West Mommy’s dressed me as a bunny And I don’t find it all funny. Sure, the legend sounds really cool, But did she have to go so old school? Cousin JimJim thinks he can laugh Even though he’s dressed as a giraffe. How would he like some worms in his bag? Watch out! He’s starting to gag.     A diabolical bunny, I could do… One that looks eerie and menacing, just like the ones in the marshmallow bunny legend. Yes, I could dress as one of those. Especially, for Halloween and, especially, for candy! But, do I look like a diabolical bunny? Do my eyes glow red? Do I have fake teeth that look like fangs? NO! My cute ears flop in haphazard directions and my tail is fluffy white. There’s a little pink dot on each cheek and this bunny nose tied to my face tickles with way too many whiskers. I. Look. So. CUTE!!! I’m a diabolical dude! What will Agent Chase think. What will… What will Agen...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose A girls’ shopping trip sounded fun, Until Mommy put my diaper on. I know how to use the potty! Is she afraid I’ll make a squatty? No, I don’t want any manicotti! I want to show you my karate. Watch out! Here comes a great big toot Right when she’s putting on my boot.     I can’t decide if I’m excited and delighted, or cranky and angry. Mommy is taking me to the mall! That part I’m excited about. There we’ll stop at the candy store and the toy store. We’ll detour through the food mart, possibly picking up some delightfully cheesy manicotti along the way, to get us to the kids play area, where I can crawl and climb over sunny side up eggs and long strips of bacon. Ah, yes! Going to the mall will be such, such fun. Why, then, am I cranky and angry? Take one guess. One wrapped on, uncomfy, diaper-should-not-be-there guess. Yes, Mommy has decide to play it safe and has covered my adorably tooty...