Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Chase    A little nap is all I want, Not some fancy croissant. Get me back to bed Can't you see my face is red?   All this crying and, still, nothing. Mommy knows not a thing!  My cheeks feel quite hot Will you see before I snot?    "Time for our brunch date!"  Mommy squeals from down the hall.   Meanwhile, I'm not having such a ball.  My head feels heavy, my bones are aching, and I'm pretty sure that my tummy is about to rebel.     "Get up!  Get up, lazy bones," Mommy says at sight of me.  Without a glance at my pale complexion, she hoists me up and onto her shoulder.   BBLLLLLEEEUUCCCCCKKKKK!    "Ooh!  Did someone have some spit up to get out?"     No, Mommy.  NO!   I think I'm sick, I need to go to bed.  I'm puking, not spitting up.  And, I feel the chills, I think I'm getting a fever.  What does a diabolical mastermind need to do...

As Logged By: Agent West   Mommy may have hurt her back Trying to lift my diaper sack. Now she's stuck on the couch With the frown of a grouch.   Is it age?  Is it genetic? The thoughts turn Mommy quite hectic. "I'm not old," Mommy shouts. Uh oh, here come the pouts.    "AAAAAHHHHHHH," Mommy wails from the other side of the house and I lift my head to look about.   How can she already be screaming?   I have yet to throw this stink bomb at her.   "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"  She cries again and this time I have to find out why.   Carefully hiding the stink bomb for later (hey, I'm a diabolical dude.  I'm still going to get Mommy), I crawl my way down the hall.  Around the corner I carefully roam only to find Mommy on the couch with dozens of pillows propped behind her back.   "I'M NOT OLD!"  She screams at Daddy, who is looking like he's been shocked with a few bolts of lightning.   "Of course not," Daddy tries to say with ...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose    This diabolical cutie has had enough All I want is to huff and puff!   Get my anger out with a rant All because of a certain aunt.   Are Mommy and Daddy really happy About this baby feeling crappy?  I'm venting, don't you see!? I'll just go vent to Auntie P.   "MNAW MNAW NAW NAW!"   "Oh my goodness!"  Mommy squeals.  "Daddy, come quick.  Rosie is speaking."   Yes, I'm speaking.  That much is easy.  But can't you understand!!?  This baby is mad, mad, MAD!   "NAW NAW NAW NAW.... MMAAAA!"   Daddy comes rushing in, anxiously listening.   "MNAW MNAW NAW NAW."   "How adorable," Daddy sighs and comes right up to listen to more.   I, on the other hand, set my glare.   Don't these two understand?  I'm so mad that I'm willing to speak.  I'm willing to shriek!  This diabolical cutie is way too upset.   Why am I mad?   Why else?!  That p...

 As Logged By:  Agent Chase AND The Puppy    This diabolical mastermind is tired. But someone else is completely wired! Barking, barking till it's dawn. All I can do, then, is yawn.   So tired and needing sleep. Please, nothing make a peep.  Barking, barking!  Will it end? Barking, barking.  Here's a friend!     "Well, someone's a little grumpy grump today," Mommy giggles after looking my way.  "What's the matter, Chase?  Having trouble sleeping at might?"   Having trouble sleeping?   Having trouble sleeping!?!?!?!?   You must be joking!    This diabolical mastermind has done anything, BUT sleep.  All I want is a nice, long nap.  One at night, where I can snooze for hours and hours.   However, a certain fiend has declared war on me.   YES!   The Puppy is back and that canine is destroying my sleep.   How many nights has it been?  I don't know, I'm so tired that I'...

 As Logged By: Agent West    Mommy's been too collected, That needs to be corrected. What's a trick that'll confuse her And send her running in a blur?   Am I standing, am I not? Mommy's gone crazy with fraught. Will she convince Daddy Or start screaming madly?    Bored!  Bored!  Bored!   Look at Mommy over there.  In the kitchen, cooking with flare.  She seems so collected and here this diabolical dude is bored out of his wits end.   If only I could do something truly diabolical.  If only I could correct her collected state.   I need to take a diabolical stand!  I need to...   Wait a minute.   What was that?   I need to take a diabolical stand?   Hmhmm...   Can I do it?  Can I get my rump up enough to straighten myself and stand?   One foot down, then the other.  I pull up enough to a crouch.  I take a breath and one more.  I get that rump up, then heave!  H...

 As Logged By:  Agent Rose    A cardboard box just my size Over the carpet, it flies! Zoom, zoom here and there Zooming around everywhere!   Daddy is getting tired, But I'm completely wired. I'll make sure he never stops Not until he finally drops!     AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!   I scream and scream, but keep it all inside.  I've got my eyes open wide while Daddy takes me for a daredevil ride!   Around the corner and through the kitchen, almost tripping Mommy as she's baking and mixing.  Back onto the carpet, I zoom in the cardboard box.  The one Daddy's pushing just like a race car.    "Uh oh," Daddy says when we come to a wall.  He pants and puffs and puts his hands on his hips.  "Looks like we've hit a dead end."   A dead end?  What does that mean?   Don't you dare tell me that this race car ride is over!   This cutie is having way too much fun zooming and zooming all around....

As Logged By: Agent Chase   Peek-a-boo where are you? Peek-a-boo I won't tell you.  Am I around the corner Or under the open drawer?   Time for a nap again?  Just when I was about to win. How about one more peek-a-boo? Where Mommy won't have a clue.     "Peek-a-boo!  Where are you?"     Mommy tiptoes down the hall, never once knowing how loud her feet fall.  You may not know where I am hiding, dear, dear Mommy.  But I know exactly where you are with every single foot fall.   "I'm going to find you."   Where, oh, where could I be?  There she goes looking around the corner.  Then she stompy tiptoes over to her desk by the door.   "Are you hiding under this open drawer?  Ha!?  Oh," Mummy slumps for only a second before taking off to look for me again.   Where, oh, where am I?   Leaning against the crib, of course.  The one place Mommy won't expect me to be.  Sitting among...