Oreo and Buttercup

Season 2, Ep.1: Enter Snowflake

Early on a Sunday morning, there was a knock at the door .  .  .

 

She waited patiently outside and listened for the sound of little wooden footsteps.

She waited and waited and waited  .  .  .

Two hours later, the door started to crack open .  .  .

 

She was relieved to finally be able to get in.  In fact, this was better than last time when the wait was three hours in the cold rain. 

Oreo opened the door to greet their morning visitor.

Oreo:  Oh hi Snowflake!!!!  I didn't know you were coming today.  I had to sprint from the west wing just to get to this door.  Luckily, I'm on my way out and had to use this entry anyway.

SF:  The west wing?  That's about two miles away.  You must be exhausted.  Why did the Asian buy this mansion?  It's too big for everyone. 

O:  Yeah, I know right?  I'm not exhausted though.  I've been working out a lot.  Sprinting, yoga, kegels, and push-ups have done the trick. 

SF:  Where are you headed?

O:  I've been going to mass since I recently converted to Catholicism.  I love it.  I was studying Judaism which is incredibly beautiful, but Catholics are more prone to excessive drinking, gambling, and blessed sacraments.  That's more my style.  Besides, I'm even gonna be baptized soon in a pool of swirling fairy dust.  It's gonna be awesome!

SF:  A pool of fairy dust?  Oooooooh!!!!!

O:  I've got to get going.  Buttercup is out on the lanai eating breakfast.  If you don't mind, could you two try to keep things quiet today?  Usually noise is not a problem, but the Asian is having his monthly seance today with his nudist yoga group.  They need peace and quiet for their meditation. 

SF:  Okay.  How long does it take to get to the lanai?

O:  Only a half hour now ever since The Asian put in the trolly for that route. 

SF:  Oh cool.  Well, um, have a blast at church?

O:  Will do!  See you later!

With a trill and a wave, Oreo rushed out the door.  Snowflake caught the next trolly and headed out to visit Buttercup.

Meanwhile, Buttercup was about to enjoy a decadent breakfast out on the lanai  .  . .

She was singing her favorite song after cooking this amazing meal herself. 

♫ ♫ AAAhh  Haaahhh, what's that fuss?  everybody move to da back a du bus ♫♫

In fact, she was beside herself with joy.  Bacon is one of her favorite exotic dishes, and she was dead set on savoring every morsel until .  .  .

Suddenly, she gasped as she looked up to find Snowflake standing in front of her!!!

SF:  Buttercup!!!!  That looks and smells delicious!!!  What is that? 

B:  (Suddenly feeling nauseous)  Oh, um, this?  It's nothing.  It's actually, like, really gross.  Yeah, you TOTALLY do NOT want any of this at all.  Um, yeah.

SF:  Well, okay, but I wouldn't mind trying it otherwise.  I might like it!

B: NO!!  You will absolutely NOT like it!  Dear GOD!!!!!

SF:  Okay okay!!  No big deal.  So, how've you been?  I haven't seen you all summer!!!

B:  Pretty good, actually.  Last June, Oreo and I got in trouble with The Asian.  We borrowed one of his rockets to use when Oreo went on that big date.  Afterwards, we launched it accidentally, and it collided with a hot air balloon full of mutant-fiery-dragon-billy goats.  Could you imagine?  Mutant-fiery-dragon-billy goats in the sky?  Who ever heard of such a thing?  Anyway, they were unharmed from the collision, but the damage was done.  The Asian was furious with us.  We've been grounded ever since.  Oreo only gets to go to mass on Sundays, and I get to join my Sudoku club on Wednesday nights.  Otherwise, we have been sequestered in this gargantuan mansion.  Sigh.

SF: That's awful!!  When is he gonna unground you guys?

B:  Well, Oreo and I came up with a plan.  The Asian, for whatever reason, is so much more agreeable when he's naked.  It's like he'll do anything you ask once he takes his clothes off.  Weird huh?  Anyway, early this morning, he was getting the oracle ready for his monthly nudist yoga group seance.  Thankfully, he was naked, and we took our chance.  Oreo just asked if he could grant us freedom again, and he said sure, why not?  And that was it!  Craziness!!!  From now on, I'm gonna tell all my friends that the best way to get The Asian to do anything is to get him naked first.  Like, totally!

SF: Sweet!!!!  So when is Oreo gonna go on a date with that guy again?  I've never seen her happier.

B:  We're working that out.  He has a friend named Bumblebee who is a total dreamboat.  Now that we're free again, I want to plan a double date with an evening of wine and sudoku!!!  It can't get better than that!

SF:  Sudoku huh?  Um, that, uh, sounds great. 

B: Yeah, I'm geeking out just thinking about it!

Suddenly, Buttercup was attacked by a fit of sneezing.  One tiny sneeze followed another, and seven sneezes later, she looked up to see the most HORRIFYING sight!!!

Snowflake helped herself to a bite of bacon!!!!!!!!!!

Buttercup, as a result, fainted .  .  .

SF:  OMG!!!  This is really delicious!!  What's the big deal Buttercup?   Buttercup?  BUTTERCUP!!!!!!!

In a flash, Snowflake ran up and hoisted her onto her ear.  Naturally, she also helped herself to the rest of the bacon .  .  .

Carrying Buttercup, she hopped on the trolly to get to the same door she first entered.  She did not know where the Oracle was since that was where The Asian was having his nudist yoga group seance.  Instead, she bolted out of the door and headed straight for the Catholic cathedral down the block. Hoping desperately that she could find Oreo, there was no time to lose.

What will happen to Buttercup?  Stay tuned for the next episode of The Adventures of Oreo and Buttercup.

 

Episode 8: Oreo's Big Date, Part 2

During the last episode, Oreo finally went on her blind date with OP, also kind of known as Optimus Prime.  They shared a delicious and bountiful gourmet spread on a bench in a private, lakeside location.

Little did they know that they were being watched .  .  .

Buttercup took it upon herself to make sure all was okay.  In fact, she and Oreo originally came up with a  Plan B should the date be a ghastly affair with someone she would not want to date .  .  .

Plan B involved Oreo briefly interrupting the date to use the bathroom.  She would then secretly launch a tiny little rocket into the air once she was far enough away.  At about 5,000 feet in the sky, the rocket would explode into about a thousand red and yellow sparks.  Once B sees this signal back at the house, she would whip out her cell phone to call a courier to deliver a hand-written note.  The note would say that there is an emergency back at the house.  Oreo would then have to leave in a hurry, and the date would be done.

Buttercup decided to scrap Plan B and just go down to the lake herself to watch things unfold .  .  .

As it turned out, the date seemed to be going just fine from a distance.  She could clearly see Oreo blushing at every word, her piano keys holding back the urge to lightly flutter all over the place.  Buttercup saw OP change into a robot, and she also thought it was quite impressive.  (She gasped saying "Ay Papi!!  Hubba Hubba" under her breathe when it happened.)  Even though Buttercup was disappointed that she would not get to see the tiny rocket being launched, she felt better knowing that she could go back home to play Sudoku.

Suddenly, she heard someone say "Hello" .  .  .

She turned around to find a little yellow car and just stared at it for a couple of seconds.  She said "Hello" back, and their conversation went a little something like this .  .  .

Buttercup (B):  Um, who are you?

BB:  My name is Bumblebee.  I am pleased to make your acquaintance.  I could not help but notice that you were watching my friend Optimus Prime on his date.    I was doing exactly the same thing when I saw you.  I thought I might come by and introduce myself.

B:  Out of curiosity, can you change just like OP did into some sort of robot?

BB:  Yes.

Suddenly, in a flash of grinding metal, Bumblebee transformed .  .  .

B:  Whoa!!!!!  That is so AWESOME!!!

BB:  Thank you.  Just like Optimus Prime, I am one of a legion of Autobots who fight to preserve peace and uphold justice in the universe.  You are a friend of the little piano?

B: Yes.  The piano's name is Oreo.  I am her piano bench.  My name is Buttercup.  Do you know the Asian as well?

BB:  Yes,  I do.  I met him through OP a few years ago.  The Asian is the one who taught me how t0 play Sudoku.  I love Sudoku.

B:  Shut Up!! I love Sudoku too!!!!  I was just about to head home to play a little bit.  There is nothing like the feeling of finishing a Sudoku puzzle!!!

BB:  For me, the beauty of seeing a random grouping of numbers come together in such a cohesive way is a true work of art.   It gives me hope that our world does not have to be so chaotic.  There is connection, inherently, between all things.

B:  I like to make my number "9's" into smiley faces!!  It's like cool and stuff.

(Insert awkward pause HERE.)

Buttercup suddenly felt herself blushing at the sight of this hunky, golden-yellow Autobot standing before her.   She hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Bumblebee, on the other hand, felt differently.  While he thought she was cute and very sweet, he didn't feel any real connection with her.  He excused himself briefly to go to the bathroom.

When he came back, Buttercup attempted a very smooth invitation to play some Sudoku together some time .  .  .  .

B:  It is such a pretty day.  Gosh, I smell weird.  Um, wanna play Sudoku some time?

Strangely enough, there was a bizarre explosion about a mile up in the sky just as she finished saying this.

BB:  Well, ummmm, sure.  Why not?  (He did not have the heart to turn her down.)

Out of nowhere, a courier arrived and gave a message to Bumblebee.  Quickly, he transformed back into a cute yellow car. 

B:  Bye?

BB:  I must now get going.  I have been summoned.  Bye!

In a flash, Bumblebee sped off into the distance, leaving Buttercup to linger on as he disappeared .  .  .

She was smitten and utterly beside herself.

Our little Buttercup was in love .

(Stay tuned for another episode of The Adventures of Oreo and Buttercup.)

Episode 7: Oreo's Big Date

So, Oreo and Buttercup hang out with each other all of the time--for several years now actually.  I thought it might be nice to do something a little different for a change.  A few weeks ago, I suggested to Oreo that I'd like to set her up on a blind date with a good old friend of mine.  She reluctantly agreed, and I quickly summoned my friend who I'll refer to as "OP" for now.  He is a very busy and extremely important entity where he's from, but I didn't tell this to Oreo.  I only casually mentioned that he's just some intergalactic bigwig.   O seemed unimpressed, and I just left it at that.   In any case, they went on their date a couple of days ago, and this is how it all unfolded .  .  .  .

Balthazar and I dropped off Oreo at her lunch date.  She insisted on getting there early so that she could make sure she looked good when he arrived.
It was a lunch date on a wooden bench by a nearby lake.  (Very romantic)

And so, she waited .  .  .

While staring out into the water, she got to thinking about how lonely she's been lately.  Even though The Fawn, Balthazar, Buttercup, and The Asian are a great family for her, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe there could be something more .  .  .  .

Then, just at noon, she suddenly heard a distant rumbling .  .  .

It was like the sound of thunder.

Gears shifting.

Metal grinding.

The ground shuddering!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, Oreo's date had arrived!!!

Oreo looked up to see what looked like a truck barreling down her way!!!!

With OP finally arriving at the foot of the park bench, the date officially began .  .  .

O:  Umm, Hello!!
OP:  Hello.

Oreo was surprised to see that he was a truck.  She just assumed that he'd be another miniature instrument, but she thought he was cute nonetheless.

O:  My name is Oreo.  I'm very pleased to finally meet you.  Honestly, The Asian hasn't told me much about you, but he said to call you "OP"?

OP:  Yes, that is fine.  The Asian and I are old friends.  It is my honor to become acquainted with you today.

After this brief and somewhat awkward introduction to each other.  Oreo clumsily took out the food that I packed in a basket for their lunch. She and I obsessed over what to eat for the meal.  In the end, I managed to prepare a bountiful gourmet spread.  Yummy .  .  .

OP:  The Asian spoke very little of you to me as well.  I see that you are a piano.  Pianos are among my favorite musical instruments.  They are capable such versatility and depth.

O:  (Blushing at the sound of his very deep, kind, and soothing voice)  Oh, well, thank you.  I think it mostly depends on the musician playing the piano as well.  We're only as good as the person playing us.

OP:  How did you come to know The Asian?

O:  Well, the story as he told me, goes like this.  Four years ago, there was one day when The Asian was sitting in his house and playing his piano.   He owns a gorgeous (and very old) console piano named Mirabelle who he was playing at the time.   She's a bit of a narcoleptic and falls asleep constantly.  I don't know why he keeps a narcoleptic piano, but that's another story.  Well anyway, The Asian was just sitting there playing along when the doorbell rang very fast seven times.  He remembered the number because he was working out the rhythm for a particular piece at that time and was already doing some counting in his head.

In any case, he opened the front door to find no one standing there.  He looked left and right and saw nothing.  Then, he happened to look down and saw a tiny wicker basket with a bunch of blankets stuffed in it.  He picked up the basket, slowly unravelled the blanket, and there we were sleeping quietly.  Little baby me and Buttercup my bench.  I was even smaller then, if you can imagine that!!  Since  he has a deep fondness for pianos, he decided to keep us that instant, and the rest is history.  (Mirabelle vaguely remembers any of this.  I wonder why?)

OP:  That is quite a tale.  Are you ever curious about your true origin?

O:  Absolutely!  But there were no other contents in the basket besides myself, Buttercup, and the blankets.  It's all a big mystery.  So, tell me, where do you come from?

OP:  I'm afraid much of that information is of a highly classified nature.  However, my life has taken me to many places in order to uphold peace and protect others.

O:  Well, ummm (insert awkward pause here), okay so how do you like the food?

OP:  This lunch is delicious.  The Asian has outdone himself.

OP:  I am so sorry that I cannot divulge anything further regarding my past, but as you have been forthcoming with me, I can at least show you my true face.

O:  What do you mean your "true face"?

OP:  Hold on .  .  .

Then, within seconds, that sound of gears shifting returned.  Something was happening to OP.  Parts of his body were disappearing, changing, and rearranging themselves .  .  .  .

Oreo was suddenly nervous and fearful about what was happening.  It was like watching a colossal trainwreck!!

At the end of it all, there he stood, all shiny, robust, and new .  .  .

O:  Ay  Papi!!!!!!  (Oreo was suddenly blushing and quite flustered.  She thought to herself, "Who is this Adonis that stands before me!!!!"  Hubba Hubba!)

OP:  I do apologize for the immediate shock of this.  My name is actually  Optimus Prime.  I am one of a legion of fighters called "Autobots".  We roam through this world largely unseen and unknown until we transform.

O:  You mean there are others?

OP:  Oh yes.  There are others.  In this world, we live among humans every day.

O:  I don't know what to say.

OP:  The Asian made sure not to tell you very much about me.  He felt it best that you see for yourself.

O:  My gosh, well, that's okay!  How do you know The Asian anyway?

OP:  I met him a few years ago.  First of all, may I?

Gracefully, OP reached out his hand and gently hit a chord on Oreo's keys.

Oreo suddenly turned to mush at his touch.  She was all warm, tingly, and fluttering on the inside .  .  .  .

O:  OMG.  You're playing E-Minor.

OP:  Yes.  I am.  I met The Asian through E-Minor.  It was on a warm summer night many moons ago in a city far away.  I was roaming through the streets after a night of gruesome and hard fighting against a long-time and formidable foe.  We had lost one of our own Autobots that night, and I was carrying a heaviness that I could not set free.  At one point, I stopped at a street corner and heard a voice coming out of a coffee shop.  The windows were open and it was the voice of The Asian.  He was introducing his final song for the night, and he said it was a song built around one of the most beautiful chords.  He called the song "Coral Sky" and proceeded to perform it.

Afterwards, I waited outside and introduced myself.  I asked him what that beautiful chord was.  He said it was E-Minor and that to know beauty is to know E-Minor.  We have been friends ever since.

O:  I know "Coral Sky" well.  The Asian does not play it often and only does so when he is in the quietest of moods.  E-Minor is a thing of beauty.  You were quite fortunate to hear that song even then.

OP:  I would like to sit closer to the water.  Shall we?

O:  I would love to .  .  .  .

At this instant, O and OP started to feel more of a connection.  Without saying a word and just sitting next to each other, a sense of closeness started to take shape.

After a while, they walked down to the edge.  The water tugged at the land as they both stared off into the distance .  .  .

At one point, they even played a game of "Guess what the clouds look like" .  .  .

O:  Oooh!  That one looks like a fiery dragon!!!

OP:  Actually, it's really more like a mutant-fiery-dragon-billy-goat.

O:  Oh yeeeaaahhh!!  That's totally a mutant-fiery-dragon-billy-goat.  Cool!

Suddenly, OP realized that he was being summoned by one of his compatriots .  .  .

OP:  I do apologize, but I must go now.  Please give my regards to The Asian and thank him for all of the delicious food today.   If you would like, I would enjoy your company again very soon.

O:  Oh gosh.  Yes.  I would love to meet again.

Then, very quickly, he transformed and rushed off into the distance leaving Oreo  to look on as he left .  .  .

Meanwhile .  .  .

There's been a spy all the while.

Buttercup was on hand to secretly keep on eye on things.

That is until .  .  . she heard a voice behind her that said "Hello" .  .  .  .

As it turns out, Buttercup would make an acquaintance of her own that day .  .  .  .

To be continued .  .  .  .

Episode 6: (04/2009) The Messenger

Back in January, O and B took a tour of the sparkling city of Seattle, Washington.  During this trip, they visited a giant troll who lived under a bridge in the Fremont district.  (You can view all of their Seattle adventures in Episode 3.)

Needless to say, the troll was quite taken with Oreo

and her slender curves.  She had to get away from his blatant flirtation and also went off to use the bathroom .  .  .  .

Of course, she decided to take a little dip in the sink for a little bit .  .  .

While she was about to get all lathered up, she heard a voice.  She turned around found someone rising out of a roll of toilet paper .  .  .

The first thing he said was "Hello", and Oreo sauntered out of the sink in his direction .  .  .

They started to have a conversation, and it went a little something like this .  .  .

The Messenger (M):  Hello
O:  Um, yeah, hi.  Do I know you?
M:  No, I have a message for you.
O:  You do? From whom?  Cool hat by the way.
M:  I am not at liberty to say.  Please do not make references to my appearance.  Where is the bench?
O:  Um alright.    Oh, Buttercup is still outside egging on that troll to keep flirting with me.  I swear she's gonna get it!!!  The next time someone sits down to play me, I'm going to strongly suggest that they eat a TON of beans and burritos beforehand.  She'll be sorry!!

M:  I do push-ups.
O:  ?

M:  That's right.  I do push-ups.  See .  .  .

O:  Right . .  .   (Long awkward pause)  You also rise out of toilet paper rolls and like shirts with ruffles.
M:  Please refrain from commenting on my appearance this instant!
O:  Alright!  Yeesh!!!
M:  I have a message for you.  First, I must assume the position.
O:  ?
M:  Ah yes.  This faucet will do just fine.  I must deliver this message in the grandest of poses!!!
O:  Um Okay?

M:   Oh how grand this is .  .  .  .

M:  Here is my message .  .  .  .(Yet another long awkward silence)

THERE ARE OTHERS.

O: ?  What in tarnation is that supposed to mean?
M:  I am not at liberty to say.  I must now depart.
O:  Wait.  One more thing.  Do you have a name?
M:  Yes.  My name (insert brief dramatic pause here) .  .  .

.  .  .  is ALEXANDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And in a flash of lightning!!!

(shebangboomwallawallatootloooo#@%!!*&)

The roll of toilet paper sucked him into some otherworldly deep dark hole of a vortex .  .  .

And he was gone.

Oreo was left perplexed by it all, but as it turns out, couldn't resist going for a little ride .  .  .

weeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

She also tried getting all up into the vortex but to no avail!!

Soon thereafter, Oreo would head back out to join Buttercup after deciding to return the troll's advances with kindness.

Buttercup wondered why Oreo took so long in the bathroom.  After deciding that she'd rather not know why, she continued to enjoy the site of Oreo blushing at the hands of Seattle's Fremont troll.

Episode 5: (02/2009) Oreo and Buttercup Visit Atlanta, Georgia

Off to a great start scarfing down an unusual, but very delicious BLT Pizza from California Pizza Kitchen .  .  .

Then later on at back at the hotel, they decided to have little fun .  .  .

Five minutes later and for the rest of the day (and into the evening), this is where they wound up .  .  .

 

Buttecup wound up hurling out a few chunks of BLT pizza in her drunken stupor.  Bless her little piano bench heart.

Finally, once they woke up, they stepped outside for some fresh air only to go back inside due to the shock of sunlight everywhere .  .  .

Balthazar, my friend Chris, and I managed to coax them out of the hotel room by way of ice cream.  They totally caved .  .  .

 

On the way back to Nashville, Balthazar needed a break, and so we stopped at the prettiest rest area.  O and B took in a gorgeous view .  .  .

 

And then sat on a tree stump to contemplate the meaning of life .  .  .

 

O and B have decided to visit Atlanta again in the near future.  Only then, without the beer.

Sounds like a good idea to me.

Episode 4: (01/09) Oreo and Buttercup Visit Seattle, Washington

For their first big trip of the year, O and B decided to take a week-long tour of the sparkling city of Seattle in the northwestern corner of the continental United States.  They had a blast!!  Here are some photos!!

O and B were ECSTATIC at the airport.  Here they are pestering the airline agent at the departure gate.  They're so silly!!

Staring in awe as clouds floated by their little airplane window .  .  .

Getting comfy in their seat .  .  .

On second thought, they preferred the little foldout platforms .  .  .

The first stop:  take in a view of the Seattle waterfront on the pier .  .  .

The Bell St. Bridge .  .  .

 

Pike's Place Public Market .  .  .

Chilling out at Pike's Place .  .  .

B got on this ledge all by herself.  She was so proud!

Such a lovely view from view from Pike's .  .  .

A quiet corner at Pike's .  .  .

AAhhh!!  The best library EVER (!) .  .  .  .

Cozy seating at the Seattle Public Library .  .  .

Remember the scene with the big troll in the movie "10 Things I Hate About You"?  Well, he does actually exist, and he sits under a bridge in Seattle's Fremont district.  (Heath Ledger once stood here!!)  O and B chatted with The Troll  for a while.  (I think he flirted with Oreo just a tad!)  Here's a photo of Oreo blushing and Buttercup laughing her a$$ off .  .  .

At the hands of a giant troll!!  B wanted to give him a manicure (or trollicure?), but O had to go to the bathroom .  .  .

Hanging out with the locals in Fremont .  .  .

Here they are by the huge reservoir at Volunteer Park and about to Visit the Seattle Asian Art Museum .  .  .

Taking in a breathtaking view of the University of Washington, mountains, and a whole lot of fog .  .  .

Waiting on the ferry heading to Bainbridge Island .  .  .

La La La La La La La .  .  .  .  .

A piggy-back ride and a view .  .  .

Viewing some art on Bainbridge Island .  .  .

Chatting with Sophia on the way back .  .  .

Oreo thought Jose was flirting with her, but she was sadly mistaken.  Buttercup was totally oblivious while she stuffed her face with chips and sangria  .  .  .

A meal for two at Gordito's!!  This is the biggest burrito EVER .  .

Cuddling with a pretty little kitty cat named Stackson .  .  .

Enjoying the sunset on their last full day in Seattle .  .  .

Overall, O and B had the most AMAZING time!!!  The weather was wonderful the entire time with sunshine, fog, grey clouds, but not a single drop of Seattle's infamous rain!!

This trip was an awesome adventure for them.  Of course, there are many more to come .  .  .

Episode 3: Midwood Park in Charlotte, NC

While I was in Charlotte, North Carolina to do a couple of shows, I dropped off Oreo and Buttercup at one of my favorite spots in the city-Midwood Park.  Complete with a playground, outdoor amphitheater, soccer field, and picnic shelter, it seemed like the ideal place for them to frolic while I took care of some business around town.  Well, they got into a bit of trouble.

See for yourself .  .  .  .

Not long after Balthazar and I left them, they proceeded to climb a rather bizarre purple mountain and smiled with glee and delight once they got to the very top .  .  .

Yay!!  Weeeeeee!!

Little did they know that they just climbed atop the back of a gi-normous PURPLE DINOSAUR MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Suddenly, B was in terrible danger of being eaten ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Oreo!  HELP ME!!

Then in a flash of lightning and thunderous dissonant keys, Oreo swooped in and grabbed Buttercup from the bloodthirsty fangs of the PURPLE DINOSAUR MONSTER!!!!!!  They got away in a sweet blue Cadillac Convertible that Oreo stole from a car dealership earlier in the day.

Escaping with the top down!! Aww Yeah!!!

Later on .  .  .  .

B:  Oh come on, it's not that dirty, and it's more than JUST a water fountain.  It's an oasis!

O: Um, whatever.

B:  Yeah, that's right, I'm about to spread my legs and stretch.  Don't even think of staring at my junk!

O:  Gross.

B:  Seriously, you're missing out!

O:  You just talked me into climbing a purple mountain that turned out to be an angry PURPLE DINOSAUR MONSTER!!  I risked my ivory soul to save your life!!!   I'm not letting you talk me into anything ever again.

B:  Okay fine.  By the way, I know where The Asian keeps the Old English Wood Polish.

O:  Ugh!!!  SHUT UP!!!  You do?  Damn, you know I LOVE me some Old English.

B:  Heck yeah, come on in, and I'll tell you where  he hides it.

O:  Alright, fine.  You win.

B:  That's right I do.

All in all, it was a day full of adventure.  When Balthazar and I returned, we searched the entire playground only to find them hiding in here .  .  .

They're so silly!!!

More adventures to come!  Stay tuned!!

Episode 2: A Day In the Park

Today, I took O and B to the park for some fun and frivolity. Here is evidence of the mayhem that quickly ensued . . .

Wee!! Going down the slide!

Just Chillin' on a park bench.

There's Buttercup taking a dip in the pool.

Climbing the treacherous rubber mountain!

"Come on Oreo! Get up here!"

There's Buttercup swinging away!

Tired and thirsty.

On the back of a gi-normous alligator!

Sharing a swing.

Hello Mr. Alligator!

Buttercup on her little green island.

Silly little piano bench!

Episode 1: Out For a Walk

Oreo and Buttercup stuck in the grass again!