Thursday, August 30, 2007

Born Free

Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for nine hours. Average foot speed over toys, spilled milk and soiled clothes barring injuries is 1200 sq ft-per-hour. That gives us a radius of six rooms. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen feet. Your fugitive's name is Harpo. Go get him.

That's right, the hamster is on the loose. We're not sure how, but his cage door was open this morning and before the search even commenced C was looking to blame somebody. But that seemed counterproductive so he just ate a waffle and watched Curious George instead. The hunt, I assume, will begin in earnest tonight and I'm sure Harpo will be found, whether by sight or by smell, eventually. The Quartet, if they truly care for this thing, better hope I don't find it first.


The Saucier said...

I'm not coming over for dinner.

Stephanie said...

I know you want someone to say "The Fugitive!" but when you use the word fugitive in the post it just seems redundant.

Stacey Greenberg said...

the kids lost one of the hermit crabs at school. it was insane that it took us an hour to find it. of course it was right under our feet but we tore apart a 10 foot radius looking for it. a CRAB.

good luck.

Jim said...

Two words: Haitian Boa.

Secret Agent Mom said...

What, they didn't upsell you on the hamster LoJack?