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Baby Jon

Mom: Baby Jon has fallen down the stairs. She’s unconscious. Dad : Don’t panic. Let me look at her. Baby Boy: She stole my pineapple and I chased her. Mom: Be quiet baby Boy. Go to your room and don’t come out. Dad: She hit her head. She’s not breathing. Mom: Oh God what can we do. We are all going to jail. Dad: Relax. Don’t get hysterical. Mom: Too lat. I’m not going to jail. Now do something. And do something quick. Dad: We need to calm down. I think I have an idea. Mom: What what.. tell me I’m goin’ out of my mind here. Dad: I’ve got it. We make it look like she’s been kidnapped. That way we can hide the body and no-one will ever be blamed. Mom: That’s good now what do you want me to do? Dad: Write a ransom note and leave it at the top of the stairs. I put tape on her mouth in case she wakes up and hide her in the basement. Later Mom: Here’s the ransom note: “Listen Carefully...” Dad: Okay I get it that’s good. Now call 911 and tell them she’s missing. Mom on the Phone: We have a kidnapping here. Hurry please. There’s a note left and our daughter’s gone. She’s six years old ..she’s blonde... I don’t know there is a ransom note here. I’m the Mother Oh my God please We just got up and she’ not there. Dad: Okay that’s good I’ll call my lawyer and we say nothing to the cops. We need to protect Baby Boy from all this. He’s too shy for all this.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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