Diabolically Confused

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 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 let a diabolical cutie in your life.
 
...
 
But, I've already done that.  I told myself I wouldn't.  I turned my head away and ignored the sweet revenge she got on her cousin Molly.  I, even, tried to not laugh when she hugged her fart teddy too hard and he exploded into a stinky frenzy!
 
Oh, toot.  Toot.  TOOT!
 
I've grown accustomed to her cuteness. 

And, now, Agent Rose is mad at me.  I swear I don't know what I did.  She smiled at me and I grinned right back, before turning my attention to the diabolical toot bomb that is to be my latest invention.  A real stinker, if I may boast.  I was too busy to play any games or give her any more time.  A toot bomb has only a few minutes before going off on itself, unless I get its wiring finished.
 
That's it!  That's all I did.
 
I don't understand, was there some secret message in that smile of hers?  Was I supposed to drop everything and go straight over regardless of the toot bomb possibly going off?  What did she want!?!?!?!?!?
 
Now, she hates my guts and I still don't understand why.  I even got a mud pie in the face.  One with pebbles and grass, and some ugly dead bug.  
 
And, even though this is all crazy and I think it's obvious how nuts she is, I'm going to try to get that crazy temper down before I get another mud pie in my face.
 
It's crazy!
 
But, I've grown accustomed to her cuteness. 
 
Ooh, I could make a toy puppy that toots whenever it whimpers!
 
I bet she'll love that.  
 
...
 
Hmm...
 
Better not make those toots too stinky, or she might hate me even more.  
 
I've got it!  Just funny sounding toots.  No stink, not even a drop.  Make those toots squeak and peep, and boink and oink.  Just no stink.
 
But, that'll take some time.  I need to get something to that crazy, diabolical sweetie now.  
 
A funny face?  That could work.
 
Oh no!  Here she comes!  I haven't the foggiest of what to do.  
 
"Here you go, Rosie," her mommy says as she sets her down.  "Have fun on your play date."
 
I get a glare.  A large, toothless one.
 
If I don't do something soon, I'm sure to get a mud pie to my face.
 
Drat!
 
If only I hadn't grown accustomed to her cuteness.
 
I look down and see my bouncy ball.  Perfectly blue with some sparkles, too.  It squeaks when you squeeze it and bounces so much that it makes me dizzy.
 
Here, I offer and hand her the ball.
 
She takes one look,  she accepts it into her hand.  She glares at me, but I think I'm getting through.  I think the anger is starting to ease.
 
SWING!
 
My mouth gapes open as I watch my ball fly to the top of the house to promptly get stuck.
 
If only I hadn't grown accustomed to her cuteness.
 
 
 
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