The Great Monster Hunt
“Daaaaad!” Sam and Tucker yelled when they finished brushing their teeth. It was almost bedtime, but not before for the great monster hunt.
“Climb on,” Dad squatted and they climbed onto his back. “Flashlight?”
“Check,” said Sam.
“Monster blaster?”
“Right here,” replied Tucker.
“Let’s go hunt some monsters!” Dad said walking towards the twins’ bedroom.
“Wait, Dad! I heard something moving around!” Tucker pointed to the door that led to the laundry room.
“Strange,” said Dad. “The light is on. Shoot anything that moves with the monster blaster when I open the door.” Dad opened the door and Tucker squirted the blaster.
“Aahh!” Dad, Tucker, and Sam yelled. “Uh-oh,” they said next. Mom stood at the door with a basket full of clothes and a wet, soggy face.
“Sorry honey.” Dad handed Mom a towel.
“Sorry, Mom,” Sam and Tucker said and kissed their mother goodnight.
“We better keep moving,” Dad said and hurried to the kids’ room.
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