Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By:  Agent West   What's that jumping up and down? It's making it impossible to keep my frown. "Oo, oo.  Ee, ee.  Ah, ah." I cave with a smile.  Then, tata!?   Wait, take me back. I don't want a snack. I want to see more of that! Uh, oh.  What have I done with my hat?    Why have you brought me here?   This place smells like a zoo!   Oh, poopy diapers...   "Welcome to the zoo!"  A recorded announcer repeats over the speakers.  "Please enjoy the view of turtles, anteaters,..."   Oh, oh, poopy of pooped diapers.   How conflicted can this diabolical dude feel!?  I love going to the zoo, but I'm supposed to be grumpy, snotty, and mad.   I had a diabolical scheme.  A spit bubble perfect of an idea.  I was going to make a mess like never before.  Strewn toilet paper, stink bombs set and ready to toot, and splattered putty everywhere!   Now, what do I do?   "Look, ...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose    This plan took some time To come to its prime. So long that I forgot, Until Mommy screamed a lot.   What's this inside the pocket That makes Mommy jump like a rocket? Look at that fuzzy, black hair. It is growing everywhere!    What is that noise waking me from my midday nap?   VROOM, VROOM!  SREECH!  THUNK!   There is no way that Mommy will hear me, even if I scream my loudest baby wail.  Fine, fine.  I'll get up.   Up and over I roll and crawl all the way to the door.  The sound is coming from across the hall, so I continue to crawl.   And, what do I see when I make it in there?   A great big behind sticking up in the air!   Oh, wait.  That's Mommy's rear end.  Sticking half out of the closet.  What is she doing in there?   VROOM, VROOM!  SREECH!  THUNK!   Out from the closet she tosses a bag.  One of hers from her hiking days. ...

 As Logged By:  Agent Chase   Mommy loves being neat and tidy Especially when getting a visit from Heidi. Each lid is in its place. Every container with its own space.   What kind of baby would I be If I didn't have a diabolical spree? Hide one here, hide one there. Mommy's going to search everywhere!   Mommy runs from the living room to the kitchen, hurriedly tidying.     "What time is it?"  She wails from the bathroom, where she's perfecting the downward folded arrow on the toilet paper.   "You've still got half an hour," Daddy groans.  "Please relax.  I thought you said that Heidi was your friend."   "She may be my friend, but that doesn't stop her from peering all over the house and commenting on everything she sees that's not up to her standards.  Ugh!  She never fails to find something wrong.  Well," Mommy lets out an insanely diabolical laugh.  "Not this time!"    A pillow on the sofa i...

 As Logged By:  Agent West   It won't come across as rude To boast of being a diabolical dude, Not when the grandparents strut their stuff Until Mommy is ready to yell, "Enough!"   Spit bubbles and fart boxes, oh my! What else is hiding under Grandpa's tie? Cousin JimJim, beware! I've found something that is quite a scare!    "Where's my little Wubbin?"  Grandma squeals and reaches out her hands.   I gotta reach out, too.  This little, diabolical dude knows what's coming after giving Grandma a hug from her little Wubbin.   "Who wants some iced cinnamon rolls and just-out-of-the-smoker brisket?"   ME!!!!!!!!!!!   "Don't spoil him like that," Mommy complains.  She lets her purse fall onto the sofa, looking ready to fall onto there herself.  Hehe, haha!  "Not after the toot attack he set off as soon as we got in the car."    "He's a growing boy, they all make a stink."   "That grandson of mine is ...

 As Logged By:   Agent Rose Agent Rose's Mom   "If You Give a Moose a Muffin" Is fun to read to my little puffin. I've read it so much and a bit, That I'm starting to sound like it.   The microphone looked like such fun. Until my baby turned into a spray gun. I should have seen it coming, Watch out!  Puke incoming!      If you start sorting old boxes, you’ll find a beloved trinket or two.    One of them is your old microphone from the days that you voice-overed.   Seeing your microphone, you’ll wonder if you’ve still got it.   Wondering will turn to excitement, so you’ll take it downstairs to your computer.   As you connect your old microphone, your daughter will peek in the room.    If she takes a peek, she’ll see the microphone and ask what it is.    Upon learning that it’s a microphone, she’ll ask if she can play with it.   Since she’s sick with a cold, you’ll give in and let her have a t...