Diabolical balloon pops

 As Logged By:

Agent Chase

Mommy is looking really tired

After so much baking left her wired.

She most likely needs to rest,

So I’ll put my diabolicalness to the test.

Snoring so softly dear, dear Mommy?

Pop! Pop! Pop! I attack like a tsunami.

Oops, I guess she’s rather shaken.

I wonder if she’ll make me some bacon!

 

 

Man, those are some deep circles under Mommy’s eyes. How long did she stay awake baking that cake?

“I’m laying you down for an early nap, little one,” Mommy mumbles with her own eyes already half closed. She picks me up and looks around the living room. At the streamers and balloons she’s set all around in preparation for her friend’s party. “Whew, I think I’ll take a nap, too.”

Sooooooooo, you are wanting to rest. Are you, Mommy?

I can’t allow that!!!

Yes! This is a perfect chance to up my diabolicalness. I must be stealthy, though, or the plan will never go through.

To fool Mommy, I open my mouth with a big, big yawn. Even going so far as to rub my eyes with little, balled hands.

“Good, you’re tired, too. We’ll get a nap in with plenty of time before everyone is due to arrive.”

Mommy lays me in my bed. She kisses me good-nap and smiles down as she watches me slowly close my eyes. One more check that everything is set for the party and Mommy lays her tired bones down for a Mommy bear nap time.

Five seconds, that’s all, and Mommy’s already softly snoring.

I peek an eye open. I carefully lift my head.

Nothing from Mommy. Just rhythmic snoring.

Hehe!

I climb out of my bed and crawl out of the room. At the door, I take another peek. Mommy’s still snoring away. She must really be tired. Maybe I should let her rest. She has been working hard.

NAH!

I’m a diabolical baby, after all!

Tip toe, tip toe. I must not be heard.

Tip toe, tip toe. Straight to the balloons I go.

This one looks nice and big. I pretty, green balloon just waiting to be popped.

Hmm…

How can I pop this thing? Should I do a big belly flop onto it? Or try squeezing until it pops?  No, that would mean that balloon would pop right in my face.  I want to terrorize Mommy, not me. Where’s a needle when you need one? Oh, well. Guess I’ll go the old fashioned route and plop down with my tushy.

Okay, have to get this just right.  I line up my rear and… POP!

A woosh of wind that isn’t a toot explodes out from under me. The pop is so loud that it echoes through the house. From the bedroom, I hear a thump. Must be Mommy falling out of the bed.

Hehe. Here goes another.

POP! And another. POP! POP! POP!

“What is going on!?” Mommy heaves as she runs into the room. Her eyes bulging from their sockets. Her limbs shaking like someone who’s had one too many coffees. Fire Department Coffee, if I may recommend. “Chase!? Are you seriously popping balloons while I’m trying to nap?”

Yes, I am! Aren’t I a stinker…

Now, how about some bacon?

 

 

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