Angelica's Last Stand
"All set, princess?"
"All set, daddy!" Angelica said. "I got the lemonade you and mommy helped me make, my table, and piggy bank!" She patted the large cooler that Drew had brought out that had several old pop bottles that had been refilled with lemonade that Charlotte and him had helped her make the day before. Angelica had originally thought about making hand-squeezed lemonade but Drew had shown her how hard that was to make and it had been decided to just use a store-bought powder.
"Now remember," he told her gently, "half of the battle is going to be convincing people to buy the lemonade. And to do that you need to be polite. People don't like to buy from saleswomen who are rude."
"I will be the sweetest sweet girl ever!" Angelica said with a beaming smile, fluttering her eyelashes.
"I'm sure you will be. Now, Mr. Finster and I will be working on cleaning the lawn. Call for us if you need anything."
Angelica nodded, settling down in her chair. She had some coloring books to keep her occupied while waiting for customers and she set about doing just that.
Inside the house the babies watched on from the window, frowning as they saw Angelica at work.
"What do you think she's doing?" Chuckie said.
"I heard her daddy say she was selling lemon made," Tommy said.
"Oh, I love lemon made!" Lil exclaimed. "Our Grandpa Max gave us some the last time he visited. Its sweet but it also makes your lips pucker!" She made a kissy motion with her lips to demonstrate.
"Look!" Phil declared, pointing as a neighbor gave Angelica a dime and she poured him a glass of lemonade. "They are giving her money! I want money!"
Tommy nodded. "So if you make lemon made then they give you money? Then wes has to make lemon made!"
The other babies all cheered… only to stop and think.
"How do you make lemon made, Tommy?"
"Well, its easy! You just… uh…" He sat down on his rump. "I don't know. But it can't be too hard."
"Tommy, I don't think Angelica will be happy if we make lemon made ourselves," Chuckie pointed out. "She'll say only she can make it."
Tommy considered that. "Well… then I guess we need to make something she isn't making!"
"But what can we make?" Phil asked.
~MC~MC~MC~
"This is going to end with a poop joke, isn't it?" Melinda asked the blond creator.
"…nooooooooooooooooo."
~MC~MC~MC~
Tommy stood up. "We can make lots of things! Like pictures… and blocky towers… and if we
are outside we could make mudpies!" They'd wanted to go outside but it was too hot. "Let's make those and get money!"
~MC~MC~MC~
"Huh," Melinda said, surprised.
~MC~MC~MC~
Tommy took a step forward… only to grunt as his diapee sagged, nose crinkling at the stink.
~MC~MC~MC~
"HA! You thought I would be mature about it!" the creator proclaimed. "But it was I, Dio!"