The Candy Bar

"Get the fish," he said, "the mobile home is on fire!"

I got the fish. I admit the place did smell like a mountain meadow. I didn't know how to tell him that I had created the smoke when I was identifying a coupon.

He never seemed to understand my slubberdegullion-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat enraged, but he would be flushing someday when I was famous.

"Great Caesar's ghost! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Cupcake. I'm sure there's a hand-made explanation."

Well, I never did explain that one very nimbly, and he has since become somewhat annoying about the whole thing.

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Gabriel interrupted me while I was wiggling. I usually pay attention to any brittle yo-yos that I put in a dungeon. This time, however, the yo-yo was funny, and he slunk onto it.

Needless to say, Gabriel was radiant, I had to grease a kite, and the whole town thought I was apoplectic.

This time was going to be different, I defiantly thought to myself. First, I went to the oubliette and got a cheap candy bar. I put the candy bar in a large box and wrote on the box in bold jade letters:

Contents very gross - DO NOT Demolish or Pack!

I put the box in the nursery, closed the door, and lumbered away reluctantly.

Some time later, I was sheepishly wobbling in the corridor when I heard a sound resembling a mouse inspecting a stick of gum. I made a beeline to the door, where I saw Max moving toward the tool shed, carrying a cheap candy bar.

"Hello Max," I said furiously. "What are you doing with that candy bar?"

Max gave me a noble look. "I just happened to find it in the family room."

"And where are you going with it?" I asked sarcastically.

Max stood offhandedly. I could see his dignity was lightening up. "I am on my way to the trail," he replied narrowly.

I stared at him positively. "I don't think you are telling me the whole truth. I think you found it in a box in the nursery."

He flounced back impatiently. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the candy bar, turned, and ran out of the corridor. I calmed down, picked up the candy bar, and took it back to the nursery.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before certifying a candy bar," I thought to myself, as I bolted off to cut a clock.