Diabolically Snowed In

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 As Logged By:


Agent Chase


My diabolical plans have gone awry.

Thanks to the snow falling from the sky.

Now, I'm stuck inside the house,

Pouting like a sad, little mouse.


Mommy wants to go outside?

Go ahead, while I hide.

It's much too cold for a ride.

I doubt I'd love sledding more than the slide.


A winter wonderland, they call it?

Ba!

Humbug!

It's frozen snow piled high.  So high, that we can't drive anywhere.  So high, that the latest Diabolical Baby Brigade meeting has been cancelled.
 
Cancelled, I say!
 
Now, what is this diabolical mastermind to do?  I'm stuck inside the house without a stink bomb in sight.  I stare outside the window and watch the snow fall, fall, fall.  Faster and faster until the world completely disappears.
 
Ba!
 
Humbug!
 
"Okay, Chase.  You've moped and groaned for far too long.  You haven't even changed out of your mouse pajamas."
 
You would mope too, Mommy.  You certainly would.  
 
I was going to hear about Agent West's craziness with marshmallows and Agent Rose's abominableness with chocolate cake.  Now, what is this diabolical baby to do?
 
"Let's go sledding."
 
Sledding?  I don't think so!
 
It's cold and snowy.  It's frigid and wet.  I don't want to go outside and I, certainly, don't want to go sledding.
 
I spin on my diaper as fast as I can.  I high tail it and crawl to hide under my slide.  
 
"You want to play with your slide instead?" 
 
Play with my slide or hide under it?  Either one will work.  Anything but going outside in that cold wasteland of winter wonderness.  
 
"Come on."  Mommy hoists me up and carries me to the coat rack.  "You can keep the mouse pajamas on, but you're going outside.  It'll be fun," she promises.
 
Fun?  I doubt it.
 
Does Mommy really believe that I'll enjoy even a second in that frigid snow?  Does Mommy really think getting the sled out will change this baby's grumpy mood?  Does she think pulling me along as she runs as quick as can be is going to do anything for me?  Does...
 
"WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
 
I shout for joy .
 
Faster, Mommy!  Faster!  
 
"WWHHHOOOOPPPPIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
 
 She races down the driveway, she swerves around the corner.

Here comes Agent West's mommy, fast approaching from the left.

There's Agent Rose's Mommy zeroing on from the right.

Faster, Mommy!  Faster!

She zigzags around the other two moms.  Agent West scooping up a snowball and taking aim.  I grab one, too, and pull my arm back at the ready.

WHACK! 

I sock him right in the foot.  Not bad for a baby.  Not bad at all.

Now...

Faster, Mommy.  FASTER!


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