Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

As Logged By:  Agent Chase Camping can be so much fun, Especially for Grandma and her son. Her three grand-babies are delighted For the bag of marshmallows has them excited. But woodland bunnies love marshmallows, too! They’ll attack before anyone can say, “BOO!” Saving Grandma will be quite rough. But her three grand-babies are tough!     It was a perfect day to go for a camping trip. Grandma packed the bags with food and her son, the Sheriff, packed the tent and tools. Three, little grand-babies watched with glee. This was their first camping trip and they knew what came once the sun went down and the fire was started. Marshmallows. Warm, gooey, roasted marshmallows. Into the woods, the five of them went. Grandma and the Sheriff singing camping songs as the babies hummed along. They pointed at threes, they watched birds fly, and they laughed at the cute bunnies bouncing across their path. If only they knew… “Who’s ready for marsh

 As Logged By: Agent West Mommy’s dressed me as a bunny And I don’t find it all funny. Sure, the legend sounds really cool, But did she have to go so old school? Cousin JimJim thinks he can laugh Even though he’s dressed as a giraffe. How would he like some worms in his bag? Watch out! He’s starting to gag.     A diabolical bunny, I could do… One that looks eerie and menacing, just like the ones in the marshmallow bunny legend. Yes, I could dress as one of those. Especially, for Halloween and, especially, for candy! But, do I look like a diabolical bunny? Do my eyes glow red? Do I have fake teeth that look like fangs? NO! My cute ears flop in haphazard directions and my tail is fluffy white. There’s a little pink dot on each cheek and this bunny nose tied to my face tickles with way too many whiskers. I. Look. So. CUTE!!! I’m a diabolical dude! What will Agent Chase think. What will… What will Agent Rose think?

 As Logged By: Agent Rose A girls’ shopping trip sounded fun, Until Mommy put my diaper on. I know how to use the potty! Is she afraid I’ll make a squatty? No, I don’t want any manicotti! I want to show you my karate. Watch out! Here comes a great big toot Right when she’s putting on my boot.     I can’t decide if I’m excited and delighted, or cranky and angry. Mommy is taking me to the mall! That part I’m excited about. There we’ll stop at the candy store and the toy store. We’ll detour through the food mart, possibly picking up some delightfully cheesy manicotti along the way, to get us to the kids play area, where I can crawl and climb over sunny side up eggs and long strips of bacon. Ah, yes! Going to the mall will be such, such fun. Why, then, am I cranky and angry? Take one guess. One wrapped on, uncomfy, diaper-should-not-be-there guess. Yes, Mommy has decide to play it safe and has covered my adorably tooty booty with a

 As Logged By: Agent Chase The question recently came about Of what started me on this route. Here's a reminder for you all To know why I became diabolical.  Oh, how grand.  I look like an old man. Is it my smile or nose?  It can't be my tan. Is it my cheek bones?  My jaw line? Tell me now or I'll threaten to cry and whine!     "What started it all?"  You ask.  What turned me from cutely innocent to diabolical and maniacal?  What started me on this quest to drive my parents mad?     Well, you're looking at it ladies and gents.     My parents couldn't get enough of that oh so famous Star Trek.  So, guess what they did the moment I was born!  They compared me to their favorite captain:  Jean-Luc Picard. "Oh, look at her eyes!" "No, look at her chin!' "Can't you see, it's in her expression!" "It's Patrick Stewart.  Yes, it is!" Oh, how grand.  At just a few hours old, I apparently look like an old man. 

 As Logged By: Agent West With The Puppy A diabolical plot was hatched One that could never be matched, Because the Puppy is coming over today! But, now, I’m too tired to play. Agent Chase’s truce may have ended, I think I’ll make mine extended. A simple truce to get some sleep As long as no one makes a peep.     “Guess what, West!” Mommy squeals just as I was finally getting some shut eye. “Your puppy friend is coming over to play today.” Huh? The Puppy? Today? No way! The Diabolical Drei knew this day was coming. Mommy couldn’t keep quiet about her mischievous plan of a play date between this diabolical dude and… The Puppy! To add extra emphasis, a lightning bolt burst brightly outside. I might have thought that was cool. I might have laughed, thrown a toot, and drooled. But, this baby got no shut eye last night. And all because of those lightning bolts. First one storm, then the next. All stinking night! And, now, th

 As Logged By: Agent Rose A burp exploded very loudly That would have me beaming proudly. Except I was fast asleep. Never did I make a peep. Teddy bear burp like that? Never! I’d bet my hat. Guilty Daddy needs to confess, Before Teddy Bear toots a stinky mess.     What was that? UUUGGGGHHHH! I lift my head and blink not once, but thrice. Something has woken me up!?  But, this is nap time. This diabolical sweetie is supposed to sleep at nap time. UUUGGGGHHHH! Is there an emergency? Has something catastrophic happened? I groggily look around, still exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, but all I see is Daddy standing in the kitchen. A soda bottle in his hand. “Oh,” he smiles when he sees me looking at him. “Are you already awake, Sweetie? You normally don’t wake up for another half an hour.” I know that, Daddy. But, something (hint, it’s you!) has woken me up. I set my glare and wait for hi

 As Logged By: Agent Chase This story starts once upon a time, A villain committed a dastardly crime. He tickled everyone near and far With tickling powers that were most bizarre. Until the day everyone was saved When he became a statue and sent to his grave. But someone accidentally pushed the lever For his powers to take over parents’ minds forever!     One can’t blame parents for their crazy need to tickle us babies until we toot, poop, and scream. Their minds are being controlled by the powers of the villainous Mr. Tickle Toes! Long ago, hundreds and hundreds of years… or so, the evil Mr. Tickle Toes raced from town to town, wreaking havoc worse than a horde of clowns. Into the shops, the castles, the houses he would sneak and tickle his victims until they shrieked! “Please, no more tickling,” they would beg. “I can’t take it. I’m going to faint!” He caused so much mayhem that the kingdoms came together. “We must stop this Mr. Tic