A Diabolical Mother's Day

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 As Logged By:

Agent Chase

 

Mother's day is finally here!

And what does Mommy want this year?

Nothing more than to relax and sleep.

She's hoping for me not to make a peep.

 

Me be diabolical on Mother's Day?

Mommy's expecting it, did she say?

 Do I promise not even to make a toot?

HA!  That would be a hoot!

 

Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!
 
Pop, pop, smash.  Pop, pop, crash!  Pop, pop, bing, bang, boom, BASH!
 
"Chase, I haven't even had a chance to take a sip of coffee," Mommy groans.  "How have you already gotten every pot and pan out?  Don't you know it's Mother's Day?"
 
Yes, of course I know it's Mother's Day.  Why else would I be playing such a diabolically musical masterpiece?
 
Pop, pop, ding-a-ling...
 
HEY!
 
Daddy has come to save the day.
 
"Sorry, Chase, but today is Mother's Day," he says as he takes away my wooden spoons.  "And Mommy wants nothing more than to relax and catch up on sleep.  That means no pot and pan drum set."
 
Mommy wants to sleep?
 
"Please," Mommy yawns as she heads back up the stairs, "not a peep.  I'm talking to you, Chase."  She gives me the I-dare-you-to-try eye.
 
Why, I can hardly believe this.
 
Me be diabolical on Mother's Day?  Does Mommy really, truly think that I, the diabolical mastermind of the Diabolical Drei, would stoop so low?  Why, I shan't even make so much as a audible toot!
 
Mwahaha!
 
Okay, I lied.  
 
Now, if only I can find a way to get upstairs.  Shall I sneak away when Daddy isn't looking?  Or fill my diaper so he has no choice, but to change me?  
 
That does sound like the easiest option.  I wonder if I can do it...
 
PPPHHHHHFFFFRRRRRTTTTHHHHHTTTTTTTTP!
 
Daddy's smile falls.  "I've got to change that, don't I?"
 
You certainly do.
 
"Okay."  Daddy picks me up and heads up the stairs.  "Phew that's a stinky one," he says with a scrunch of his nose.  "Was that enough to make it explode out of your diaper?"
 
Maybe.
 
"Shh, just be quiet.  We don't want to wake Mommy," Daddy reminds me as he tiptoes past their bedroom.
 
Inside, I hear the soft snores of an exhausted Mommy finally getting some sleep.  This could be my chance to do something loud, but I hold back for now.  Instead, I keep quiet and let Daddy go down the hall to my bedroom door.  
 
A quick change of my diaper confirms the worst for him.
 
"Eww, it got all over your clothes.  Now I need to change your outfit, too."
 
He cleans me off and searches for a new onsie.  I take the opportunity of Daddy's distraction to slide down the floor and crawl out of the room.  I hurry as fast as I can to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom and sneak through the door.  
 
"Chase," Daddy calls out in a voice no louder than a whisper.  "Where have you gotten to?"
 
Without making a sound, I grab her hair brush and an extra coffee cup.  I sidle to the side and find a shoe box next to one of the side tables.  
 
Coffee cup, shoe box, side table
 
And...
 
How about the vacuum, too.
 
With this new makeshift drum set ready, I lift the hair brush as high as I can.
 
 Pop, pop, smash.  Pop, pop, crash!  Pop, pop, bing, bang, boom, BASH!
 
"AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"  Mommy screams and falls off the bed.
 
Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!
 
 
 
Previous Log: Diabolical Spaghetti
 
 

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