3TC: The Bandit

I didn’t intend on doing The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge daily but here I am on day two! It is just so fun and addictive to tie seemingly unrelated words together into something unique and unpredictable. You should give it a go yourself by linking to her original post!

Today’s words are brownie, spatula, and drama. 

“You are seriously never going to believe me! I swear on my purple plushie unicorn I did NOT take your spatula!!”

My six year old sister roared indignantly as I upturned drawer after drawer in the kitchen to find my baking spatula. Spatulas don’t just stand up and trot off so it was obvious she was lying. Who else would care to take my beloved brownie baking spatula and why on today of all days?!

“Oh sure you didn’t! Just like you didn’t borrow my my socks, my hats, or even my glasses?! You don’t even need glasses and yet still walked around with mine on. Where is it Addie?! You tell me right now or I’ll… I’ll”. I stumbled my words. I was at a loss.

What could I do? Mom and Dad would NOT put up with this drama. I’d be in as much trouble as her anyhow for making a fuss. No, this had to be dealt with between us. But how?

“Sam, I am serious. I didn’t take it! You won’t believe me if I tell you where it went…” Her voice was small and nervous. I had never heard her shrink before. On a whim of desperation I decided to give her a chance to tell me this unbelievable story. I only had three hours before the bake sale and I promised a dozen fresh brownies. I needed my spatula.

“Alright, Addie. Tell me what happened. What happened to my spatula?” I sighed in resignation waiting for this tall tale to unfold. She glanced at me skeptically, inhaled dramatically, and began her story.

“There I was, sneaking through the kitchen to get one of those peanut butter cookies mom made last night. It was the dead of dark-thirty and the whole house was sleeping. When I made it down here I peeked my head in the doorway first to make sure Dad wasn’t in here sneaking cookies too when I saw it. It was amazing! I had never seen anything like”

“Addie come on! Get on with it!” I couldn’t help but interrupt, I was getting annoyed at her build up.

“Ok, ok!” Addie scrambled to compose herself. “The fridge was open so the light was making everything look creepy and just barely light enough to see. On the table all the utensils were having a meeting or something! There were arguing! No one wanted to go through the dishwasher again but they knew you wanted to make brownies today. I heard them say they needed to escape.”

I stared at her in amazed fury. Did she really think I would buy this? Did I look like a total fool? “You were right. I don’t believe you. Where did you hide it?!” Tears were welling in her eyes.

Out of no where a crash behind me made me jump out of my seat and scream! Pots, pans, and lids were strewn across the floor everywhere and just outside the kitchen doorway was my spatula… running!

A dish, a spoon, a whisk, and my spatula were all running! With little arms and legs flailing and faces wrought with fear as they scurried away, darting like mice! I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t even move. This couldn’t be real.

“Ha! I told you! I wasn’t lying, see!” Addie jumped up and ran for them but tripped over the scattered kitchen things lying about.

Just as I regained the sense to move myself to help her up and catch them, each of the four kitchen creatures slid through the small gap in the sliding glass door leading to our garden. For just a moment, my spatula turned with a look of regret or sadness, waved to me, and disappeared into the wilderness of our backyard garden.

Mom never understands why I refuse to use the dishwasher anymore but she wouldn’t believe me even if I told her.

The end.


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