Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Chase I hear Gobbles gobbling close by. He’s sneaking closer to the pie. Will he try to eat it? Or, is he going to fling it? A crazy turkey is on the loose. Not to be confused with the plastic goose. Does he think we’re going to eat him? When we really want to keep him! Thanksgiving is fast approaching, which means that Mommy and Daddy are running around like crazy. I’ve tried throwing stink bombs in their paths, I’ve tried letting out toots with stinky gas. But, they’re too wired to notice anything. Not even the sauerkraut I stealthily slipped into their coffee! Gobble, gobble. There’s that noise again… I heard it last night before I went to bed. This diabolical mastermind knows something is afoot. Someone is sneaking around. Someone is watching me. I can feel it in my diaper. I look to the left. I look to the right. But, I can’t find anything from behind this play pen. “ Where is he?!” Mommy runs ...

 As Logged By: Agent West The Sheriff and three babies succeeded! They saved Grandma and the bunnies were defeated. But Grandma knew the bunnies would come back. Who can resist a delicious marshmallow snack? Marshmallows, marshmallows everywhere Until the bunnies start to shout, “Beware!” A magic spell that turns them into marshmallows too? Sounds too far fetched to be true.     I love the story of how the Sheriff and three babies saved Grandma from the marshmallow crazed bunnies almost as much as I love blowing a good spit bubble. But, Agent Chase left the best part out.   Do you want to know how that Grandma made sure they could keep going camping and keep roasting their marshmallows without ever fearing of another bunny attack?   As the story goes: The Grandma, the Sheriff, and the three babies all cheered.  They hooted and tooted that they escaped the crazy bunnies' lair.   "That was some stench!"  Grandma c...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose Mommy's getting quite excited. Her writing bug has been ignited. Now she has two stories to share. For once, there's no need to beware.   Chicken Soup for the Soul it is! Tales of Christmas, the title is. Filled with 101 different stories From Christmas caroling to oyster worries.   "It's here!  It's here!"  Mommy screams and runs around the house, completely jolting me out of my cutie tootie sleep.  "AHH!  I can't believe it!" What's going on?  Is it cake?  Is it a plush toy?  Left over Halloween candy?  A stink bomb?   What is it? What?  WHAT!? "Look, Rosie!  It's Chicken Soup for the Soul:  Tales of Christmas .  Can you believe it?!" I offer Mommy a smile, though I'm still waking up and have no idea why she's screaming and jumping.  Can those eyes get any wider?  They aren't going to fall out are they? "There's one hundred and one stories about the holidays in here," Mo...

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 r...