" DEAR GOD!" Helen bolted upright as the thing slid off her chest and on to the floor. Slightly curious, she picked it off of the floor and looked at it. it was one of Henry's plastic dinosaurs with a severed Barbie headin place of the Dino's head. Ashley! That was the last time they see slightly violent movies of any kind. But, then again, knowing Ashley, she could do something like this out of any movie. She got up blearily to go get her ibuprofen bottle, quickly checking on Ashley ( who was having a tea-party with her Dino-Barbie friends and on Henry, (who was reading a comic book). Even with her drastic sleep-depirivation, she managed to find the blessed orange bottle that had been her anchor to sanity the past hellish days. Zombie Town? She could manage. Giant Squid? Just let her grab her harpoon! Tax Time? James had a head for numbers. But a six-and eleven year old finding out how squirty mustard bottles at Fudruckers were? Not a chance. She quickly undid the Ibuprofen bottle child-proof lid and- nothing. The bottle was empty. She sighed, and was about to round the kids up to go to the hotel gift shop and see if they had any ibuprofen, but then she heard Ashley.
" Come on Barbie-Saurs, swim and eat all the humans on the boat! Rawrawrrawr- NO! Not Mr. Rhino and Mrs. Giraffe! BAD Barbie-Saur! BAD! "
That's it.
" James, can you meet us at the airport?"
" Helen, you know you're supposed to DRIVE in car tripe."
" Tell that to Mr. Rhino, , Dino-Barbie and my empty Ibuprofen bottle!"
" When does your plane come in?"
The moral of this story? Never, EVER let Ashley near mustard.
A/N DUDE. The Epilogue and this story will be done! Whoa!