Showing posts from May, 2024

Diabolically clogging the toilet

 As Logged By: Agent Rose It wasn’t originally the plan But it certainly worked. Oh, man! Being diabolical is sometimes quite easy Especially when your tummy is feeling queasy. Once I was able to eat again I gobbled down enchiladas with cayenne, refried beans, and lots of applesauce. Ooh, I ate that sauce like it was the boss!     Finally! I can eat! Ooh, that Agent Chase is lucky that Mommy has some applesauce on hand. A bowlful of that will calm any temper of mine as quick as flipping a dime out of your hand.  “Waahhh!” Hurry it up, Mommy. This little baby is HUNGRY. Mommy whips through the fridge. I watch with glee as she heats up the left overs from last night. Cheesy enchiladas, spiced with cayenne pepper. My poor, little tummy was wanting some so bad, but those cabbage and beans fumes were still making the thought of eating too difficult to stand. Now, I’m going to gobble them all down. Hurry! Isn’t there something you can give

Being diabolically delightful

 As Logged By: Agent Chase The cabbage and beans pushed the limit. It’s time to take it easy for a minute. We may be the Diabolical Drei, But we’re still babies that smile and cry. A scary dream shook me awake. Hold me, Mommy, for goodness sake! I promise I won’t do anything bad, Though a toot may escape, just a tad!     Mommy knows it was me. I see it in her eye. She squinting that suspicious squint that only a mommy can achieve. “Chase, your little dog disaster went too far,” she warns in her deepened, don’t-mess-with-me-or-I’ll-make-you-regret-everything voice. Too far? Certainly not! I declare it, I certainly do, that this diabolical mastermind could have done even worse. Just to be safe, though I flash Mommy a smile. One I’m sure she will love. But, Mommy doesn’t buy it. Not for a second. She lifts an eyebrow and turns out the light. “Goodnight,” she says and leaves me alone in my bed. What about my goodnight