Diabolical pickle payback

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Agent West

I so loved eating those nasty greens.

The ones that tasted worse than sardines.

It’s time for me to pay Mommy back

In a way that just might make her crack!

This has to be something truly diabolical

And, how about, a little bit comical.

A half eaten pickle I see.

And a window as dirty as can be.

 

 

Yuck, yuck, YUCK!

I’m still trying to get that taste out of my mouth. I’ve had spinach before and loved it. I’ve eaten kale and handled it. What, then, did Mommy do to make those greens look, taste, and smell so bad!?

Yuck!

Make the disgusting taste go away!

I need to get Mommy back after making me eat those nasty greens. Too bad I didn’t borrow a page from Agent Chase. I could have hidden a handful and given it to the Puppy!

No, not even the Puppy would have eaten that congealed glob of green nastiness.

I’ll still have to get her back, or my name isn’t Agent West: diabolical dude of spit bubble abominableness.

Yuck! First, I need to get this taste out of my mouth.

To the kitchen I crawl where Daddy is munching on some pickles and reading a book. Pickles? Now, there’s something that’ll taste good and make the nasty remnants of those greens go away.

“Hey there, little dude. What? Do you want one?” Daddy asks when I point up at the jar. “Here you go. Make sure you don’t leave the kitchen, though. Mommy will have a cow if you drag pickle juice all over the carpet again.”

Hmm…

Nah, not crazy enough.

Crunch, munch.

I need to get Mommy back. What will make her truly crack?

Crunch, munch.

What will drive her insane? What will make Mommy yank her hair and scream?

Crunch, munch… HEY!

I stop in my eating to stare at the kitchen’s sliding glass door.

It does look a bit dusty. It could use a touch up. What kind of diabolical dude would I be if I didn’t help out more and clean the sliding glass door.

And this half eaten pickle will do just the trick.

Hehehe!

I carefully crawl over, making sure that Daddy doesn’t notice me. His nose is buried in that book. I can do my deed and he’ll never see.

Let’s smear this pickle right across the glass and leave a beautifully, slimy green streak. One more smear, now another. Up and down, left and right. Smear, smear, smear.

This glass is looking out of sight!

“WHAT THE!” Mommy screams as soon as she enters the kitchen. She grabs her hair, gives it a yank, and yells, “WEST!”

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