A Diabolical Christmas Treasure Hunt

 As Logged By:

Agent West

Christmas morning had nothing under the tree

Not a present was there for me.

Except, for a single Easter egg.

From some Captain Sneaky-Leg.

That egg sent me on quite the chase.

Hurry!  We must quickly make haste!

This adventurous tale might never end

If we don't find the X, my friend.

It's here!!!!!!!!!!

Wake up, you crazy parents!  Wake up!

"WAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"Gugh," Mommy groggles.  "West, I'm coming."

Finally, they're awake.  What's a baby to do on Christmas day?  Send a hoard of stink bombs their way?

"Who's ready to open their presents?"  Mommy squeals as she picks me up.

Is she serious?  I've been trying to wake her for minutes and she doesn't know if I want to open my presents or not?  Haven't I been a good baby for the last two days?

Mommy carries me down the stairs.  I close my eyes, the suspense is threatening to make me toot.

PPHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTHHHHHHTTT!

"Eww, West.  Maybe I should change your diaper first."

No!  It was only a toot.

 

Get me to that tree or I will definitely poop.

 

"His diaper's clean," Daddy reassures after a check.  

 

"Okay, then.  Here you go!"

 

I open my eyes and check all around.

 

...

 

What's this?  Where are the presents?  Where's the wrapping paper covered thingies?  Where's...  

 

A smooth, green and blue sphere catches my eye.  Is that an Easter egg?  On Christmas day?

 

"Want to see what's inside?"

 

Is it candy?  Is it chocolate?  Is it a toy?  Is it...

 

A crumpled, old piece of paper?

 

I look at the crinkled wad and look up at my parents.  Maybe I haven't been diabolical enough to them.

 

"Open it up," Mommy insists and comes to help me.

 

She takes the paper and straightens it out.  That's when I see that it's a treasure map!  

 

"The treasure map of Captain Sneaky-Leg," Mommy whispers in awe.

 

But, something's wrong.  It's only partially finished.  

 

I see some words on the bottom of the page.  Pointing to them, I wait to hear what they say.

 

"Your leftover blendered beef stew is usually found inside me."

 

Though I, at first, look down at Mommy's tummy, considering how many times she has sneaked to eat my left over blendered beef stew, I soon look again at the map.  That's when I see that the trail leads to the kitchen and, more specifically, to the fridge!

Take me to the kitchen!  I demand with a point of my hand.  Mommy whisks me up with Daddy close behind.  All of us hurrying to the fridge this time.

Inside is another Easter egg.  This one purple and blue and with a bigger map that leads to another room.

"Here is where Mommy found her favorite pearl necklace buried inside."

Aha!  To the diaper pail!

On we race, making much haste, across the house and through the rooms.  Each time landing us to another Easter egg.  On and on we go, until we get to the final clue.

This Easter egg has an X at the end!

"Here is where your food fight left Mommy covered with mushy peas."

Aha!  Aha!  I remember that.  To the kitchen again, this time to my high chair.

I can hardly wait.  I'm so excited that I might toot!

PPHHHHHHRRRRRTTTTHHHHHHHTTTT

Mommy rolls her eyes, but doesn't slow down.  We race to the kitchen, straight to my high chair.

And what do I find once we finally get there?  

A steaming bowl of blendered beef stew!

For a second, I debate ever being diabolical again.  This is the best Christmas present this diabolical dude could ever have.

 

A treasure hunt, Easter egg style with a treasure bowl of blendered beef stew at the end.

Thank you, Mommy!  Thank you, Daddy!  

I promise that I'll be good...

For another day or two.

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