Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didnāt eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacherās house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So itās a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldnāt find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie Iād recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed āto go.ā Only when I went to flush, the water wouldnāt stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually Iād just shrug and say it was Joshās fault or something, but letās get real here, Mrs. Hayfer wouldāve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping itād make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided itād be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayferās dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. Ā So my footās totally stuck in there right, Iām freaking out and I still got half a pie left.Ā
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