Host a BYC Traveling Mascot! - Page 171

I think we met Bigfoot!

     

 

Bigfoot has toejams

 

                 

 

 

 

I am back home with the dizzy Bizzy!!!

Me and Billy traveled in a spacious corrugated travel unit. It would have been nice if Ms Donna didn't let Billy eat those beans before we left. He farted LOTS. and it STINKED!

 

I finally got a whiff of fresh air:

 

Baby said" MINE"

 

She grabbed me out first. I thought it meant she loved me best:

 

 

But then that rude little ankle-biter  grabbed me by the beak, gave me a look of disgust (she wouldn't believe me when I told her it was BILLY stinking up the CTU) And dropped me on the floor!!

 

 

Next she freed Billy:

 

I was thinking of being jealous- She looked like she was going to hug Billy. But instead, I laughed, because she played Homer Simpson...

 

 

And choked him!!  I decided it might be best to play possum..

 

 

And then she laughed! Poor Billy. 

I thought it would be good to go hide out of her reach by sitting on the table. 

 Boy, was I wrong! Babies grow a LOT in 3 months

 

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Peek-a-Boo!!

 

 

 

 

Then that little stinkerbutt did it again- she grabbed my beak!!

 

 

 

So.....       I BIT her!!

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in Time out now.. Stupid baby- She started it!

Great idea. We have a rubber flamingo called Kris Murkey working his way through family and friends,its a great novelty idea that just works so well on our inner child and reminds us to stop and take life a bit less seriously ...think like a chicken

beaker is so cute! number 1 beaker!

im almost done with another story!

Very cool idea :) Love the pics

I should get in on this LoL my nephew would get a kick out of it 

Hekkooooo everyone!! I know you think I been ducknapped or something, but I haven't, I swear. I have been having adventures but the bizzybodylady has been kinda moody. She was feeling really sick for a while and was cranky. Something about a ball bladder with a golfballstone  inside and the ball bladder isn't supposed to have golfballs inside and when you have a golfball inside your ball bladder it makes your tummy and side and back hurt and it makes you sick to your stomach.

  So, anyways, she went to the hopspittle and the doctor pulled the ball bladder and the golfballstone out of her bellybutton. I swear! They really did. Then they glued her bellybutton back together. They wouldn't let me keep the golfballstone. I wanted to play soccer with it, but they said no. I visited all the other rooms on the floor but no one had any spare parts.

 She got to spend the night at the hopspittle. She was lucky! The bed had buttons to make it go up and down (she yelled at me for playing with the buttons). There was a button you push that made the light go on in the hall and the nurse would come running when you pushed it. (bizzybody AND the nurse yelled at me for pressing the button . They said "How fast can the nurse get here" was not a fun game. Grownups have no sense of fun). She got everything she asked for- jello(in choice of colors!!), pain drugs, and italian ice ( which isn't Ice at all, silly Italians- its kinda like ice cream without the cream).  They wouldn't bring ME creamless ice cream when *I* pushed the button. I just got yelled at.

  I also get yelled at for trying to use the wash bin as a boat. I thought the little barf bin was a bedpan.  

But I did bring her 14 balloons and 26 flower bouquets. She made me take them all back to the other patients. She did tell me it was thoughtful of me, and that she loved me.

 

So, anyways, once she can walk around without saying "owowow" anymore, she should help me document my adventures!!