Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Rose  Cousin Molly is back again And her attitude is ready to begin She's already called me fat And I paid her back for that.   What's this?!  She's acting nice? Until she lets loose her mice. I screamed so hard I couldn't nap. Wait till she sees what I drop in her lap!   Summer has sprung and this diabolical cutie is ready for some fun!   A family get together with water slides, slip n' slides, and snow cones, too?  Sign me up, let me get my bathing suit on.   "Thank you for having us over, Grace," Mommy sighs as she leans back in a beach chair.     "We were due for a family reunion," Aunt Grace sighs right next to her.  "And, besides, it was easy when all I had to do was set up the table.  Everyone else brought the food and Charles got everything ready for the kids water fun."   I glance over at Uncle Charles, where he is tying another hose onto a slide.     OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!  ...

 As Logged By:  Agent Chase    Mommy has surprised me with a dog Scaring Gobbles until he looks like a frog.  A temporary stay still sounds too long. Sniffle, sniffle, something's wrong!   My eyes won't stop tearing  Is it allergies that I'm fearing? Agent West!  Agent Rose! Please, oh please, help my nose!  "Woof!  Woof!  Woof!"   "Gobble, gobble!"   "WOOF!"   What is this that I hear?  A dog barking somewhere near?   Is this canine in the house?  Apparently, for my baby, Gobbles, is running about.  He's screeching and gobbling and running into the furniture.     What, oh what, is going on?  "Good morning, Chase.  Look!"  Mommy announces with excitement.  "We have a visitor."   I look where Mommy is pointing.  Twirling in circles and trying to catch her tail is a pup I've seen once before.   "Tootles is going to be staying with us for the whole weekend!...

 As Logged By: Agent West   He dreamed to fly and soar. He loved to hear the engine's roar. He wanted to be in the sky, Even after they said he couldn't fly.   I love to hear Uncle Rex's tale I promise not to toot or wail.  One may escape, but I really want to hear About his discovered talent from that year.      "West," Mommy says with her warning tone.  "Be nice to Uncle Rex."   Uncle Rex?  Uncle Rex?    Have I heard of this Uncle Rex?   Should I get some stink bombs ready, or a special toot that'll make him hoot?  Who is this Uncle Rex?   "He's very old, so no wise tricks.  Got it, Mister?"  She stares down with that frightening, widened glare.   As fast as I can, I scooch and crawl.  Out of the kitchen and through the hall.  I look in the living room, I look in the dining room.  I blow a spit bubble, but, still, I see no sign of this Uncle Rex.   VRROOOOMMMMM!!!!   The ...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose    My first time gardening on Mother's Day Was such fun that I shouted, "Hurray!" Colorful tulips were planted here and there So many, it could feed a bear!   I can't stop looking at the cute bunny He's acting so adorably funny. Until he eats a tulip in one chomp! This baby's mad!  I'm about to stomp!    Look at those beauties!  Look at them!   Red, purple, and blue.  Plus yellow, orange, and multicolored, too!   It's a carpet of tulips!  So many I could go for a swim, so many it looks like a never ending sea, so many it could feed a bear.  Well, maybe.  I decided to put aside my diabolical side this Mother's Day and helped Mommy in the flower beds.  I could have thrown dirt down her pants, I could have hidden her tools so she couldn't find them, but I didn't do any of it.  This diabolical sweetie decided to just be a cute, normal sweetie for the day.   And I am so glad I did! ...

 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 o...

 As Logged By:  Agent West   I could wear it in my hair Or stuff it in Daddy's underwear. Let's plop a glob on the floor  And add another and some more!    Mommy's screaming as she's slipping. Daddy's running is mostly tripping.  Who will fall on the floor first? Uh oh, now my diaper's burst!  It's spaghetti day!   I love spaghetti.  I do, I do, I do.  It's squishy and sticky.  Perfect for this diabolical dude.   "Make sure you actually eat some this time," Mommy says with a pointed look.   Don't worry, Mommy.  I always make sure I eat some of your spaghetti.  It's so creamy and rich, just perfect to pinch.   I squeeze some between my fingers, but Mommy is watching.  Down the hatch!  I happily chew and gulp it down.   Mommy gives a satisfied smile and turns around.   Perfect timing, Mommy.   I was feeling ready for a change in hair styles.  Another big, big, big, big pinch....

As Logged By: Agent Rose   Painful insides and running fever This diabolical cutie needs a reliever Not a bit of food can I eat Without it coming up in a great feat.    A trip to the hospital? Anything to stop it all. Should I eat along the way? And make a great, pukey display.   Oh, yes.  It got me.   It really, really did.     The coughing, the puking, the tender tummy, the gas.  The pooping!   Oh, the pooping.    Oh, the puking! "Is she keeping anything down?"  Daddy asks after tiptoeing to my bed.   "Nothing.  Let's check her fever."   Mommy and Daddy get the thermometer.  I try to wriggle away as they press it against my ear.  No!  I don't want my temperature taken.  I push it away, only to push too hard.   PPPPHHHHHFFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTHHHHHTTTT!   "Wow!  That one smells like forgotten scrambled eggs," Daddy gags and takes a step back.   "Poor thing," Mommy pouts....