Is it so wrong to wanna have a little fun? People need to lighten up!
Fat boy told me I’m on thin ice. He threw my permanent record on his desk. The file was as thick as a brick! I’d forgotten about how meticiulous they were about write-ups.
“Take a look” he said. “This folder goes back to 1973, I can get out earlier ones, but you get the idea.”
It looked like every one of my practical jokes for the last 40-odd years was accounted for.
Once, on the Island of Misfit Toys, I put Charlie-in-the-Box under an ice shelf. That weasel popped out and clunked his head till he saw stars! I might have gotten away with that, but I was trying so hard not to laugh that I left some yellow in the snow.
Another time, I slipped laxatives into the reindeer chow right before the big night. Holy crap was that ever funny! Duluth took the worst of it – no white Christmas that year! The news media blamed it on jetliners, but we knew better. I guess my constant giggling and being the only one without the Hershey squirts was damning evidence – that and my insistance on being in the front of the formation.
So now I’m on probation.
I stopped on my way back from Tubby’s office and took the smoke bombs out of the sleigh. I may have to wait awhile before I’m able to use those.
Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you, my fellow Blogfestivus writers. Watch carefully as they perform death defying feats! Just kidding, they’re mere mortal blog writers.
Blogdramedy (Ring Leader, reindeer enthusiast, generally cool chick)