You wake up in your shorts and t-shirt from last night and the last thing you remember was Mom telling you to go to bed.
You have to get the Wishing Powder way from Mom, and soon.
You get out of the bed and go downstairs for breakfast to see that Mom is dressed for the weekend and that means no work, thus, you have to get her out of the house.
"I'm going downtown to do some grocery shopping," says Mom with a smile," No more rough housing with Mike and don't make too much of a mess."
"Ok," you smile picking out some cereal. ’That was easy,’ you think to yourself and pour a bowl of Super Sugar Flakes.
Mom leaves with her brand new purse and pulls out of the driveway in the SUV.
You set your cereal down to get a little soggy and decide now is the time to find the Wishing Powder.
You race upstairs bump into Mike who's just coming out of his room.
"Where are you going in such a rush?" Mike asks with a yawn.
"To find the Wishing Powder," you answer," help me."
"Ok," Mike agrees, he must not like this control thing.
You pass Mike and open up your parent's door to see your Dad sleeping.
You walk into the room and begin looking, so does Mike. Of course your Dad has pretty sensitive ears still, he used to tell you to keep the Saturday Morning Cartoons at a low volume almost every week, and wakes and looks over at you and Mike.
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