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[Miss Sebright]

I still think he's adorable!

 

[OrpingtonManor]

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No, no - the rocket was Oliver the cats plan to make Beaker fly. Beakers last attempt to fly was off my roof- and resulted in donuts and ice cream sundaes. You know Beaker- he doesn't give up!!

oh that's right, Beaker's trip to the hopspittle in the bambulance, and resulting splints and bandages. How silly of me.

 

[LilBizzy]

I told Beaker I was packing for a trip to NJ, and he got very excited. Then his little face fell, and he asked " Am I 'lowed in NJ ?" I told him he was, and he jumped up and said he better get ready.
I should know better, but I was not paying much attention. I was outside filling chicken feeders and waterers. When I came in, Beaker said he needed my help. He ran in the bedroom and I followed.
" Beaker what do you " I started saying, then noticed him:

Beaker said " I need you to sit on the suitcase so I can zip it up".
I sent Beaker outside, telling him I would take care of the packing. I put the pizza and ice cream back in the freezer. Under the pizza was cookies and chocolate cake. The cake was not wrapped.*sigh*

It was time to leave. We were taking the ATV to NJ for Mr. Scott.

"Can I ride up here?"

"No,Beaker".

"What about if I wear a helmet?"

"NO, BEAKER!!!".

So, off we went -Mr. Bizzy, the extremely hairy creature who tries to pass herself off as a dog, Beaker and I. In a truck. The dog would not settle down, and Beaker wouldn't stop asking questions- "Is that the ocean? Are we there yet? What are they doing to the road? Are we there yet? Is THAT the ocean? ( no,it's the same river we started going over a minute ago) Are we there yet? Why is the clouds white? Are we there yet?
Finally,we got to the ferry. Beaker thought the parade float was his own personal ferry:

Since he had been on the ferry before ( when Ms. Donna had to come extradite him back to NJ when he ran away from court-ordered community service), he thought he was a big seasoned traveller. He tried to direct the cars. Then he wanted to make a little old lady walk the plank because she wasn't listening to the safety announcement.
He snuck up to the 3rd level and stood in front of the drivers window making faces at the captain. Good thing the captain has a sense of humor. It doesn't hurt that Beaker is just so cute!!

 

[LilBizzy]

Before we got off the ferry, we asked Beaker if he needed to go potty. He didn't. We stopped at McDonalds, Beaker didn't have to go potty. Finally got in the middle of nowhere, and Beaker said "I gotta go potty!".
I told Beaker we were nowhere near a bathroom. Beaker said " I gotta go potty NOW !!!!"
So,we found a place to pull over -

to be continued::

 

[Miss Sebright]

Ah, Beaker.....

 

[OrpingtonManor]

I hear there are duck diapers....

 

[LilBizzy]

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Now,you know Beaker would never go for a diaper LOL.. He enjoyed tinkling on the fire hydrant like a dog

 

[mkmouse]

Beaker had a much relaxing trip to NJ. We had a chance to get caught up on his adventures. I think he talked Ms. Bizzy into bringing that thing that's pretending to be a dog along for protection. Oliver got one look at her

and after puffing up her tail like a christmas tree she went and hid in the bedroom.

Ms. Lina was sorry she had missed him, but glad to receive and updated photo on her cell phone.
Also while he was here he made his final trip to the probation officer. The probation officer says that now that he is in the custody of Ms. Bizzy he won't have to wear the ankle bracelet, just in case he goes missing again. ( which might not be a bad idea for the other missing mascots).
After burping, Beaker asked the probation officer if he "pardon him" like the turkey. After sitting there for a few minutes confused,

, the probation officer realized that Beaker was talking about the white house turkey which was just recently pardoned by the president. So the probation officer made some phone calls. When he came back he told Beaker he was pardon, and he would not need to come back to see him

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

[LilBizzy]

We got to Ms.Donna's house, and Beaker immediately ran in the house looking for Oliver.
" Stop right there, Mister!"

Don't you remember how Oliver tried to launch you into space, and how she wanted to scratch your eyes out?
Beaker suddenly remembered, and ran and hid:

He couldn't stay hidden for long, because Ms. Donna said it was dinner time!!

"Is this my dinner, Ms. Donna?"

Mom-mom said we were meanies to give Beaker cat food.( But she didn't care if he fed ME catfood- maybe mom likes Beaker best, now)
She took him over to the pizza. He seemed to think that because mom-mom said so, this was his piece. He did have to share with Mr. Bizzy

Beaker wants to go live with Ms. Donna. She has all the goodies!!!

 

[LilBizzy]

He had eaten a few chocolate chip cookies and was hyped up on chocolate. (or maybe that was me..

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Mom-mom had him pose for pictures with someof the gang:

Then he saw santa!! He sat on Santa's lap.

"Ok, Santa, I been real good, except for when I asked the poweicemen if they could get me donuts and then I runned away from community service. But I was pardoned so it doesn't count. Besides, I was good for all the rest of the year, and I helped cook, and clean and even scrubbed potties and raked up cat poop.That's pretty good, isn't it, Santa? I babysitted little chickens and told them bedtime stories so they wouldn't be scared. So I was a good boy mostly!!"
Beaker took a breath and continued.
" I want some little things for Christmas. I want a speed boat, and a race car, and maybe even a heckicopter that I can fly because I don't have working wings."
To emphasize this, Beaker held out his stubby little wings.
"I want catnip so if I come back to visit Oliver maybe it will keep her from eating me. And I want lots of watermelons so I can have treats for all the chickens I meet cause they always seem to be ascaird of me. And some doggie bones, because the extremely hairy thing that tries to pass itself off as a dog- but she got a haircuts, so she isn't so extremely hairy no more but she still isn't much of a dog.. uh, where was I? Oh yeah, doggie bones,so she doesn't try to eat me!!"
" Mr. Bizzy wants a white Christmas, so can you bring him one? But if you do, I will need some boots and gloves and a sled and some skis- better yet, a lil snowmobile! And some of that sugary syrup stuff that you squirt on the snow to make it taste good- but don't get lellow squirty stuff, cause we can't eat lellow snow."
Beaker looked at Santa. " You aren't writing this down. Do you want to get a piece pf paper and a crayon?"

We grabbed Beaker, and told him not to worry, that Santa knows what he wants. We took him back to mom-moms house and left him to warm by the fire.