Director of Shenanigans- Decree

I dance into the room, finding her pouring over paperwork or a puzzle or possibly even just her next move in a game of Scrabble, specifics a bit hazy here and now.

"As your official Director of Shenanigans I have a decree!"

She looks up at me with a suspicious squint behind her thick black framed glasses. "When did I ever make you my Director of Shenanigans?"

I shimmy over and say "well, if you look upon this contract I think it will be clear."

She pulls her glasses down and squints even harder now at what is clearly a napkin once crumpled, written on in yellow crayon. "That is clearly just a crinkled napkin written on in yellow crayon that appears to say... 'official with one... boop?'" She is still struggling to make out the words, only barely glancing up and eyes going wide as it hits her, just in time to see me *BOOP* her nose. 

"Alright, now that all that nonsense is settled, for my decree!" She is already blushing and trying to stifle smiles to maintain her officious demeanor, realizing something is clearly afoot with such a clear and direct entrance this evening. "I have said it, you have said it, but what I have taken back is hereby said again. Let the games begin!" All at once I see the impending adventure written clearly by her face, reflected in bright eyes.

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