THERE'S A GIMLI IN THE BATHROOM
Disclaimer: I don't own a Gimli, and there's never been one in my bathroom. I am simply telling the
story of Little Mike's family and their Gimli problem. Oh, and for that matter, I don't claim to own
Tollhouse Cookies either.
Little Mike ran down the stairs in horror, and headed to his parents bedroom. He banged on their door.
No answer. Little Mike didn't know what to do, he started sweating. He heard "Mmmmm..." from the
kitchen and sprinted to see if it was his parents. When Little Mike got to the kitchen he gasped when he saw
what his parents were doing.
"Mom! Dad!" Little Mike gasped.
Little Mike's mom made an effort to hide. Little Mike's dad looked very uncomfortable.
"Um...it isn't what it looks like?" his mom tried.
"Yes it is!" said Little Mike.
His mom sighed and said "Fine." She patted the floor next to where she and his dad were sitting.
She reached over to get Little Mike a Tollhouse Cookie from the bag.
"I can't beleive you," Little Mike exclaimed, "I can't beleive you're sitting on the kitchen floor eating Tollhouse Cookies!"
"Well, what did you expect?" Little Mike's mom laughed.
Little Mike and his mom and dad sat there laughing and eating Tollhouse Cookies until there wasn't anymore left. In fact,
this was such a happy moment that if it weren't a true event, happy music would probabley be playing in the background.
When the laughing and Tollhouse Cookie eating was finished with, Little Mike's mom asked Little Mike,
"Why did you come downstairs in the first place? You were supposed to be sleeping."
"Oh!" Little Mike shreiked remembering, "There's a Gimli in the bathroom!"
Little Mike's mother yelled. His father looked scared. His mother looked at his father. His father looked at his own feet.
"Oh-kay," Little Mike's father sighed, "I will get the Gimli, though I do not know which bathroom he is in."
Little Mike replied, "We only have one bathroom."
"Right." said his dad, still looking at his own feet, not sure if they could move.
"You have my frying pan," Little Mike's mother offered.
"And you have my blanket," Little Mike offered.
"Oh-kay." said Little Mike's dad, taking the "weapons."
Little Mike's dad took the long way to the bathroom, plotting out what he would do with the Gimli once he got there. He just
couldn't decide... but eventually, he got to the bathroom and opened the door...It was not a pretty sight! There was the Gimli,
clothed in a bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around his hair, and a long peice of toilet paper stuck to his foot. The Gimli had a Q-Tip
in his left ear and was turning it clockwise...
Will Little Mike's dad decide what to do with the Gimli?
Did the Gimli use all the shampoo?
Are Little Mike and his mom making more Tollhouse cookies?
Tune in tomorrow to find out!
R/R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own a Gimli, and there's never been one in my bathroom. I am simply telling the
story of Little Mike's family and their Gimli problem. Oh, and for that matter, I don't claim to own
Tollhouse Cookies either.
Little Mike ran down the stairs in horror, and headed to his parents bedroom. He banged on their door.
No answer. Little Mike didn't know what to do, he started sweating. He heard "Mmmmm..." from the
kitchen and sprinted to see if it was his parents. When Little Mike got to the kitchen he gasped when he saw
what his parents were doing.
"Mom! Dad!" Little Mike gasped.
Little Mike's mom made an effort to hide. Little Mike's dad looked very uncomfortable.
"Um...it isn't what it looks like?" his mom tried.
"Yes it is!" said Little Mike.
His mom sighed and said "Fine." She patted the floor next to where she and his dad were sitting.
She reached over to get Little Mike a Tollhouse Cookie from the bag.
"I can't beleive you," Little Mike exclaimed, "I can't beleive you're sitting on the kitchen floor eating Tollhouse Cookies!"
"Well, what did you expect?" Little Mike's mom laughed.
Little Mike and his mom and dad sat there laughing and eating Tollhouse Cookies until there wasn't anymore left. In fact,
this was such a happy moment that if it weren't a true event, happy music would probabley be playing in the background.
When the laughing and Tollhouse Cookie eating was finished with, Little Mike's mom asked Little Mike,
"Why did you come downstairs in the first place? You were supposed to be sleeping."
"Oh!" Little Mike shreiked remembering, "There's a Gimli in the bathroom!"
Little Mike's mother yelled. His father looked scared. His mother looked at his father. His father looked at his own feet.
"Oh-kay," Little Mike's father sighed, "I will get the Gimli, though I do not know which bathroom he is in."
Little Mike replied, "We only have one bathroom."
"Right." said his dad, still looking at his own feet, not sure if they could move.
"You have my frying pan," Little Mike's mother offered.
"And you have my blanket," Little Mike offered.
"Oh-kay." said Little Mike's dad, taking the "weapons."
Little Mike's dad took the long way to the bathroom, plotting out what he would do with the Gimli once he got there. He just
couldn't decide... but eventually, he got to the bathroom and opened the door...It was not a pretty sight! There was the Gimli,
clothed in a bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around his hair, and a long peice of toilet paper stuck to his foot. The Gimli had a Q-Tip
in his left ear and was turning it clockwise...
Will Little Mike's dad decide what to do with the Gimli?
Did the Gimli use all the shampoo?
Are Little Mike and his mom making more Tollhouse cookies?
Tune in tomorrow to find out!
R/R please!
