Ummm.... Oops!

Taco (your favorite dragon stuffie) here! As you might recall, I was recently trying to convince my friends that it was my turn to use the Little Guys’ cloning machine. Just to remind you (because I sure won’t forget), my friends Little Guy 1 & 2 got all the chocolate chips they wanted. And Yeti got a whole bunch of money. And Sneaks got a huge pile of coffee. And, yet, how many of them wanted to help me get a ton of hot sauce? Well, I’ll just say when you multiply the number by itself, you still have ZILCH. Unfair!!!!!!

Thank goodness I have so much natural charm and firepower on my side. I put all my skills to use and convinced them to give it a try. Here’s us putting my current batch of hot sauce into the cloning machine…

Fajita’s curiosity nearly derailed my plan again. C’mon, whose BFF are you, anyway? It would be really helpful if you’d stop finding things and asking about them.

First, it’s all “We should read and follow the instruction manual” and now it’s all “We need a licensed, trained personnel” (whatever that means)! We are a smart group of Stuffies and we can do anything! Stop worrying, Jicama! Let’s just calm down and get on with this project.

Psssttt…. this next part’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone! I snuck in one of my new dragon friends. See, I have this plan that if we gather enough dragons together in this house, then we’ll get to be in charge and call all the shots. Hee, hee! They’ll never know what’s coming until it’s too late!

And, I needed to be sure the hot sauce would come out “extra fiery”. My favorite hot sauce I got to drink recently was the “Extra Fiery Hot Apocalypse” sauce, after all. And what’s the best way to make something hot? That’s right- flames! What would I have done without my torch and this here box of matches?

Should we have paid more attention to the warning on this side of the box? Maybe. On the other hand, “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” And “the bigger the risk, the bigger the reward.” Besides, we’d successfully cloned other things and been really close to the machine. Surely all these signs were just overly cautious. Maybe they were there just to make sure no one got sued.

Ummm… Oops!

We all got knocked off our feet and thrown onto the ground. I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. It hurt! (Mostly my feelings got hurt, since my hot sauce was ruined.) I cried many, many sad tears before we discovered the original hot sauce was unharmed. Close call!

Katie made me get on the phone with our usual helpers. They checked in with each Stuffie friend to find out if they were okay or if they needed first aid. Sneaks had to be put into a full-body cast for 2 weeks. Not sure what we would have done if Zeborah didn’t have medical training.

They did some interviews to find out what really happened. And they told me that I’m not allowed to use my torch anymore without Katie’s permission. And she’s going to start rationing hot sauce. REALLY? Is that necessary? It’s like they’re blaming me for the explosion or something. C’mon!