A Diabolically Messy JimJim

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 As Logged By:


 Agent West

 

Fair time is so much fun

But this baby is done.

Cousin JimJim has tagged along

For the whole day long.

 

Time for the baby Ferris wheel.

Sitting next to JimJim is not ideal

A mock poopy on his seat

Makes quite a stink in this heat!  

 
Today is the day!  Today we're heading to the fair!
 
That means cotton candy, corn dogs, funnel cakes, and... fried pork tenderloin sandwiches!!!!!! 
 
"We're on our way!"  Mommy announces as soon as she's in the driver's seat.  "All we have to do is stop by your cousin JimJim's and pick him up so he can come, too."
 
My smile drops and my cheering arms lower. 
 
What did you say, Mommy?
 
 Who is coming with us today?
 
There is no time for her to answer.  She's already pulling into the spot!  The driveway of none other than...  Cousin JimJim's family.
 
Well, well.  Cousin JimJim sneers as soon as he's strapped into his seat.  If it isn't the baby who stinks like a used diaper and cries at a rubber snake.
 
I set my glare, so hard that I can't think of a comeback to throw at him.  
 
What?  Too busy being diabolical to say something back at me?  He laughs again.  From his back pocket, Cousin JimJim pulls out a bag of candies.  One, two, three into his mouth as he gums at the gummies.
 
"No, no,  JimJim," Mommy says and reaches around to snatch the bag out of my cousin's hands.  "Your Mommy said that you couldn't have anymore or you'll be too busy going potty to enjoy the fair."
 
Too busy going potty... hmm....
 
That gives me an idea, but I have to be careful.  I need to plan this out just right.
 
All plans go out the window, though, when we arrive and I see the great, big show.  I gawk at horses prancing and jumping, I squeal at rides spinning and twirling, I num num with great satisfaction at the cotton candy and corn dogs.
 
All of it with Cousin JimJim smirking and whining right behind me.
 
I want another bite, he whines and tries to reach for another fistful of my half.
 
You already ate your half, stop stealing mine.
 
Rather than accept defeat, Cousin JimJim pinches his face, then throws his head back with a mighty scream.
 
"Oh, dear.  Are you still hungry?"  Mommy tries to comfort the crying Cousin JimJim.  "Here, you can have some of West's cotton candy."
 
WHAT!!?!?!?!?!?!?
 
Hehe haha hoho!  Cousin JimJim snorts and sticks out his tongue till it touches his nose.
 
That does it!  I could put up with the mocking, I could stand the sneering.  But nobody takes this baby's cotton candy.
 
What was that idea I had?  
 
I think and think and think so hard that I almost don't see the tiny Ferris wheel Mommy is putting me on. 
 
Oh, great.
 
And I get to sit next to cousin JimJIm.
 
He's not one for heights.  I can tell you that.  
 
As soon as we take off, he's screaming.  He brings his tight fist right to his face and starts gnawing so hard that I'm sure he'll leave a teeth mark.  All this before he even has teeth.
 
I look to the side, then I look down.  
 
That's when I remember the mock poopy Agent Chase had made the other day.  I take the rubbery blob and sneak it from my pocket to Cousin JimJim's side of the seat.
 
However, there was one side affect I didn't expect in this heat.
 
"EEK!"  The lady operating the tiny Ferris wheel screeches when she sees the mess on Cousin JimJim's seat.
 
Sure enough, that rubbery mess was not made of rubber as I had guessed.  The blob is now a melted goo with half of it stuck to Cousin JimJim's butt!
 
"Oh, JimJim," Mommy groans.  "It looks like you had a blowout.  I knew those gummies would get to you."  She pulls back when she gets a sniff.  Even I have to admit, that does stink quite a bit!  "I guess I need to take you home."
 
The car ride is a quick one and I start to regret my decision.  I did, after all, miss out on my number one:  A pork tenderloin sandwich!
 
"Are you still up for the fair?"  Mommy asks once we're alone.
 
I pop my head up and give her a nod.
 
"Good, I'd hate to miss out on those yummy, fried sandwiches."

Hurray for Mommy!  Hurray for the fair!
 
 
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