Diabolical Sniffles

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 As Logged By:

Agent Chase

 

The mommies have dressed us as chickens!

Meanwhile, the cold in my head thickens. 

All I want to do is sleep!

I'm not interested in making a peep.

 

Trunk or treat is the new in

I don't even know where to begin.

Sniffle, sniffle, snot, snot.

Inspector Gadget is the hot spot. 

 

How grand...
 
"Achoo!"
 
This baby is, now, dressed like a chicken.
 
"Achoo!"
 
From what I hear, Agent West and Agent Rose are too.  Apparently, our mommies all got together and thought it would be cute, or funny... cute and funny to dress us babies as one, big flock.
 
This calls for a serious diabolical plan...
 
"Achoo!"
 
Maybe some other time.
 
"Achoo!" 
 
"Uh oh.  Sounds like someone has the sniffles."
 
This is more than sniffles!  How can a diabolical mastermind think when there's a vise squeezing around her head?
 
Well, a vise and a hood designed to look like a chicken head.
 
"Achoo!"
 
Please, Mommy, let me stay home this once!
 
"Maybe we should check Chase's temperature," Daddy suggests.  It's hard to take him seriously, though, in such crazy farming overalls and a plaid button up as well.
 
Mommy presses her lips against my forehead for less than half a second.  "She's fine," she says with a wave of her hand.  "Let's go!  We're going to be late!"
 
Daddy looks at me and offers a shrug.  "I tried," he sighs and finishes putting on his farmer's hat.
 
"Achoo!'  
 
Maybe I can catch some sleep in the car.  Wherever we're going, I hope it's far.
 
We're here!"  Mommy announces only a few minutes later.  "Get out!  Get out!"  She yells and bounces out with a great, big hop.
 
Cars are lined up and decorated to the max.  Is that the Ghostbusters' car?!  With three crew members at the ready with bowls of candy?
 
This all looks amazing, but please! 
 
Please, please, please!  Just let me sleep.
 
I throw a few sniffles to make Mommy and Daddy pause.  That's right.  Yes, yes.  This little baby is sick. 
 
Mommy quickly wipes at my nose.  "There, now you're ready to be a proper chicken.  Can you say, "Peep?'"
 
I can do much more than that.  For forcing me to skip my sleep, I take a big breath and blow out every drop of snot that's been blocking my nose for the last half hour or more.
 
"EWW!  It's everywhere!"  Mommy screeches and throws her hands up into the air.
 
Wipe, wipe, wipe.  Mommy and Daddy rush to make me clean.
 
All the while, I'm eying a man with a helicopter coming out of his head.
 
"Hey," Daddy points when he spots the man too.  "There's Inspector Gadget.  I gotta get a picture with him."
 
Yes, let's check out this man with the helicopter coming out of his head.  How intriguing.  What a brilliant idea.  But, more importantly...
 
I see king sized bars of candy!
 
 
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