Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Disclaimer... This tall tale is a dramatization of previous events. Some of the events have been listed in a different order to make things more interesting and because, being a writer...Mom can do that. Names have been changed to protect the poor innocents who had the bad luck of encountering someone as nutty as Mom. Thank you for sticking around. May you be ROFL when this quest is over. I use the abbreviation ROFL because I am a cat and therefore too cool to type the entire phrase out. Beware for the little ones there is some adult language. The Quest For Dobby's Destiny It was a dark and stormy night... “Mom!” Dobby says. “What?” “You're doing it again.” “Doing what?” Mom asks. “Using 'It was a dark and stormy night' again. That's not allowed .” “Yes it is.” “No it's not.” “ Yes. It is.” Mom emphasizes. “I am t

The small boy walks over to Tinkletoes slowly. “Here,” he says, handing a tiny squashed mass to the battle seasoned mercenary. “That ain't chocolate. It looks like shit!” TP flies over to inspect the object. Gesturing and nodding his head. “TP says it's a chocolate covered raisin. I don't know how you can tell with the dirty lint that's all over it.” “You're not going to give it to the writer lady to eat are you?” The older boy asks coming further into the room. “Peter? Is that your name?” Tinkletoes asks. “Yes sir.” Peter answers. “TP, the little faerie flying around my shoulders, says if she becomes agitated we can let her smell the chocolate to calm her down. We will only feed it to her as a last resort. I disagree. I think we should shove the thing down her throat. It will taste horrible, she'll spit it out. If we're lucky she'll never want another piece of chocolate ever again.” “That's a beautiful dream.

   Tinkletoes picks up his artillery bag and backs away from Mom. Mom is still muttering her list. The language has changed but Dobby does not recognize it. TP says she is in South America now. Everyone agrees that is a good thing. As long as she stays away from Europe, life is good. Tinkletoes is getting regular texts from the delivery truck driver en route. “It's 1300. We only have two hours left to wait and your Mom is still in a trance. We might just come out of this alive fellas.” Dobby sits down taking in all of the activity around him. TP and Tinkletoes are working on back-up plans.  Tinkletoes is offering back up plans and TP is rejecting all of them because each plan involves some type of explosion. TP has to keep reminding him Dobby loves his house and does not wish to be an orphan.      On the far side of the house Dylan and Furnatche are searching for an odd scrap of chocolate that will placate Mom if she comes out of the trance

“Abuelita, Paleta Payaso, Bubu Lubu, Carlos V, Cremino. Milo, Monedas...” Mom continues her list. “What is she saying now Dobby?” Tinkletoes asked, looking through his artillery case. “I don't know. I can't tell.” “Chocoretas, Mazapan, Manicero, Chips de chocolate, barras de chocolate, pastel de chocolate, donuts de chocolate, leche con chocolate, cereales de chocolate, cacao, chocolate, magdalenas de chocolate pretzels cubiertos, conejitos de chocolate...” “ That's Spanish.” Tinkletoes says “She must be continuing her list in to Mexico. She didn't immediately jump over to Europe, that's a good sign. It means the shock is growing slowly, probably because she currently has chocolate in her system. Her nervous system knows she is not in immediate danger. We have more time.” “ How does she know Spanish?” “ It's part of Chocolate Shock Syndrome.” TP snickers behind Dobby's right ear. “Let me explain it to you my good man