Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By: Agent Rose   All Mommy and Daddy can talk about Has nothing to do with my diabolical pout. Boiling sap over an open flame? Sounds like something crazily insane.   Maple syrup is what we made?! Now, my diabolical plans have strayed. A smoky touch to that delicious sweetness, I'm ready for some pancake completeness!  "Have you cleaned the boiling pans?" "Do you have the skimmer?"   "What about the firewood?  Do Gran and Gramps have enough?"   My eyes open in a fury of blinks.  What on earth is going on with Mommy and Daddy that a diabolical sweetie can't enjoy some extra shut eye?   "Quick, get Rosie.  We need to leave."   Wait, what?  Get Rosie?  No, no, no.  I have diabolical plans for today.  I'm supposed to become ultimately spoiled after using my perfected weapon.  Leaving is not in my plans.  This can't be, this can't work, this can't...   And I'm strapped in my car seat.   ...

 As Logged By: Agent Chase   Mommy was down with a cold, Feeling groggy and very old. Now, she's trying to catch up On her work that's piled up.   Look out, here's Agent Chase! Causing mayhem all over the place.  Distractions here and there Toots and cahoots everywhere!   I've never understood why people are always in such a rush to grow up.   Seriously, why?   So that they can groan and yawn and ache and moan the whole day long, desperately trying to catch up on deadlines like Mommy's doing?   I think I'll stay a little baby, thank you very much.   A diabolical one at that.   Speaking of which...  I'm due for some diabolicalness.  Poor Mommy was nothing short of a gross ball of moaning snot for the last few days.  I felt so sorry for her, that I even delayed a toot bomb maze I had planned for her.  A real stinker of sauerkraut and swiss cheese.  But, now, she's stuck in front of that computer.  Staring at t...

 As Logged By: Agent West I have no clue what I did to make Agent Rose so livid. She really, really hates my guts, But I think she's going nuts. What to do to calm her temper? Give her a doggie that likes to whimper? Make a face to spark some laughter? Or will she throw my ball into the rafter?   Girls are crazy!   Yeah, I've grown accustomed to Agent Rose's cuteness.  I love the way she toots at her Auntie P.  Her giggles make me laugh until I go poopie.  And the diabolical way she drinks her tea is pure undercover sweetness.   Yes, yes.   I've grown accustomed to her cuteness.   BUT!   Let a diabolical cutie in your life..  and your sanity is through!   Yes, you'll toot your pants, but don't even consider having a diabolical dance, because she'll always be mad at YOU!   It's not about the diabolical deeds that I've completed with ease.   There's always something that is the matter with me!   Never, ever, EVER l...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose I've been caught sneaking pie That was meant for the Diabolical Drei. Mommy thinks I want to eat it, When really I want to fling it! Agent West ignoring me? I'll get him back, you'll see! A pie in the face is such a classic. It's diabolicalness will be galactic! Nothing beats a Mississippi mud pie, especially when made with real, sticky and stinky mud. A few pebbles thrown in, too?   Why not?! A few blades of grass and a dead bug will make this pie a blast. Why am I making a pie like this?  Because that no good, meanie poop Agent West has decided that he's going to ignore me!  That's right, this pie is not going to Mommy and Daddy.  This pie is going to go straight to the Diabolical Drei headquarters, where I will smile diabolically cutely when Agent West takes a bite and promptly spits it all out. Or maybe... I'll throw it straight in his face! "Ooh, is someone making mud pie?"  Mommy coos and kneels down to sit with me o...