Thursday-Benursday: Special Late-Night Rock Edition

Hey guys, it’s Ben. My mom was supposed to put my picture here yesterday for all of you to admire, but she was too busy being terrifying.

See, a long time ago, mom and dad brought home this really scary plastic thing. Sometimes they would hang out in the basement, which I sometimes like because it means they look at the big TV for a long time while I get to snuggle on the couch. But then other times, the times I don’t like, they would stand in front of the big TV with this plastic thing that they said was some sort of “guitar.” I don’t know what a “guitar” is, but I do know that this plastic thing was scary. I don’t know if you know, but sometimes things made of plastic that seem harmless, like buckets, will start chasing you with no warning. Plastic just can’t be trusted, you guys.

Anyway, so my parents had this plastic “guitar” thing that sometimes they played with. And I didn’t like it at all. And then yesterday my dad came home with a big box, which usually means trouble. Sure enough, when he opened the box, he took out more plastic things. There was another one of those “guitar” things, and some other bigger, scarier thing that I do not like one bit.

They put all this scary stuff down in the basement, and can you believe they wanted me to hang out down there?

Yeah, no thank you, mom and dad. I got out of that dangerous situation as quickly as possible. And lucky for me, none of that plastic stuff chased me . . . this time.

Don’t forget to go see my friends Kaya, Rufus, Bailey, Foxy, and Zapp and make sure nothing scary is invading their homes.

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