Karen's Toilet by mrsedwoodcolongrl
Chapter Three: Daddy the Meanie Mo
It was three days until I told anyone what had happened. By Saturday, I was so upset about Daddy kicking my toilet out of the house that I decided to tell Moosie about it. Moosie felt sorry for me, or maybe he just felt sorry for himself because he had to listen to me complain about Daddy making me throw my toilet into the rosebushes for three days straight.
When I finally got out of bed on Sunday, I realized something. Maybe Daddy didn't want me to have that toilet because he was afraid that I would ignore everyone in the big house and spend time only with it for a month (just like I do every time I bring home something new from the dumpster). But it wasn't my fault that suitcase full of banana peels was more interesting than Charlie's graduation!
Either way, this wasn't going to stop me from seeing my toilet. I quickly threw a dinosaur costume on and raced outside into Daddy's rose garden. Grabbing some very dangerous hedge clippers, I ran over to the bushes and began to cut them into pretty shapes and patterns. When I stopped back to admire my work I frowned. "Needs more pizzaz," I said to myself, "Needs more Karen Brewer!"
Then I went and got the hose from the side of the house and crazy daisy from the garage and put them both in the backyard. I attached crazy daisy to the end of the hose and turned on the water. The daisy flung water all over the yard, I watched it for a while, but then I got bored and went over to the rosebush where I hid my super secret toilet.
When I opened the rosebush something didn't seem right. "My toilet!" I cried, "Somebody stole my toilet!" I was gigundo mad. Who would do such a thing? And then it hit me, how could I not see it before? It was none other than one of Andrew Brewer's witchy spells! "How dare he," I said, "How dare he steal my toilet!"
I stomped across the big house's front lawn and came to the witch's evil lair. "Andrew!" I called from the roof, "Andrew Brewer give me back my toilet this instant!"
"What the password?" chimed the witch from his witchy lair.
I sighed, why are witches always so difficult? "It's Karen's Toilet!" I exclaimed, "The secret password that no one should ever hear or know about is Karen's Toilet!"
"Very well," said Andrew, pressing one of the buttons on his television remote. I watched as the world began to rumble and a giant hole appeared out of nowhere right underneath me.
"Well isn't this a pleasure?" I asked as the hole sucked me into the evil lair and into the darkness of Andrew Brewer's mansion.
Triple boo and triple bullfrogs.