I don’t have much stuff piled up in the Drafts folder for Butterscotchsundae.com, but I did have a few things to clean out. Most of them were half-started ideas that wouldn’t ever be finished. I thought I’d let a couple see the light of day anyway.

DR. Snuggle Puppy made a mess. In my bed. With trash and papers and papers. And a ball.
I don’t know when this was, because it was dated 12/17/1969. I also don’t remember why I titled it “DR.” I can guess, though, that this was something Poppy said.

Vanished. The castle stands still. Abandoned by those who once wobbled its ballroom and turret. The moat is empty. The slide, riderless.

We have a mystery on our hands, folks. Every now and then, a single Weeble will go missing. Never, though, have we experienced a Weeblexodus of this magnitude. Wobbles the Dragon. Princess Weebelina. Sir Wobbington. Rapunzel. The redshirt Weebles. They’ve all disappeared.

I’ve gone through every bin and basket in Poppy’s room. I’ve looked under her bed, in the bathtub, in the baskets in the living room and in the refrigerator. P says she doesn’t know where the Weebles have gone.

Does anyone have Jack Malone’s phone number? I could use a little help over here.
This was several weeks ago. Naturally, the Weebles showed up before I hit post. The were camped out under Pete’s crib.