Clogging the toilet… Diabolically and completely

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As Logged By:


Agent West


Agent Rose may have succeeded

In clogging the toilet while I weeded.

Refried beans and applesauce definitely work.

Hearing that certainly made me smirk.


That clogged toilet was quickly fixed, however.

So, I’ve thought of a way to make it forever!

Squeaky toys and toilet paper galore

Wait until you hear Mommy roar!

 

 

I certainly have fallen for her cuteness.


Agent Rose, how truly diabolical you are. Only a baby like you could eat so much that you successfully clog the toilet with your toots.


Ha!


So perfect, so cute, so…. Diabolical.


Too bad it only took a few pushes of the plunger and all was fixed. But, Agent Rose doesn’t care. She’s moving on to something involving cake, so I hear. A cake to the face? I cake to the rear? I can’t wait to hear!


Meanwhile, I think I’m going to up this clogged toilet bit a notch.


This will require some abominable planning. I don’t want to clog the toilet temporarily. I don’t want a simple push of the plunger to make everything right. What I want is to clog it FOREVER!!!!


I blow a few spit bubbles as I think and think. That’s when I spot my squeaky pig by the sink. Mr. Oinkster, it’s time for you to make this diabolical dude proud.


I grab him and crawl my way to the bathroom. Why, oh why, do my parents need to make the place look like the sea? Are they imagining that they’re going to the beach? Parents are so weird.


Into the toilet, Mr. Oinkster is thrown.


PLOP!


A few drops of water splash over the edge after the impact. One squeaky pig won’t be enough, however. What else to add in?


Hmm…. Think, think. Spit bubble. Think.


How about a roll of toilet paper or two?


I yank the soft tissue and enjoy watching the whole roll unwind. Round and round that toilet roll goes. When will it stop? When the toilet paper runs out!


I grab a wad and I grab a few more. Into the toilet all of them go.


How about a book? How about a comb? How about soap and hand towels and some makeup, too.


Now, all that’s left is to find a way to flush it all. Maybe if I use the toilet’s side I… Yep, I can crawl up with my hands until I stand. One big, big reach. I think I can do it.


Flush!


GLUG, GLUG!


Eww, the water is spilling out. My bumbum is getting wet.


“Wah!”


Hurry, Mommy, hurry! Come see my diabolical clog and, then, move me to someplace that’s dry.


Mommy rushes in. Her mouth falls open. Her face turns red. One deep inhale and I know what’s coming. Like a rabid bear ready to attack, she bellows…


“WEST!”

 

 

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