Let’s Annoy Dad

I have a plan, I have a plan I said as I washed my paw Dad will come home and we'll all want some grub He'll just walk by our dishes And say, 'No yet.' If we do it, right He'll give us some grub Maybe even some crunchies as well The two boys raised their heads 'How’s all this going to happen? ' Arthur asked. 'If we annoy dad, I'm sure he'll give in.' I replied with a grin. 'How do you suppose we annoy him? ' Arthur asked again. 'First I take his pencil and get him out of his chair And he'll follow me. We'll plant a toy mouse So he can tred on. Barney can cry Say look at my wagger Dad being soft will give him a cuddle. He will then give him some treats. Knowing Dad, he will give us all treats. Nipping away, I planted the mouse. Barney curled up and lay to one side. I pinched Dad’s pencil and ran. Dad stepped on the mouse and stopped. Barney cried on queue. Dad reached down, picked him up, gave him a cuddle. Barney sang as he tickled him under his chin. He carried him to the bed and put him down. “There you go Barney, ” and stroked him again. I dropped the pencil and fled down the stairs. Dad picked up his pencil, ignoring me, went back to his writing his poetry. The plan didn't work the way I expected. No treats, no crunchies, no nothing. The boys looked at me as I entered the room. “So much for your plan.” Barney said. “Watch how mine goes and learn.” Jumping off the bed, he went in Dad’s room. He sat beside Dad, raised a shredder to his knee. Dad moved him away gently time and again. Finally Dad gave in, came down stairs. He picked up our dished one, two and three. Went to the cupboard where crunchies are kept. Brought out a tin and put mush in each dish Food at last. I must remember how Barney did it. Might just work for me. Instead of pinching his pencils, I might sit on Dad's knee. If Barney can show a shredder and get meal. Maybe I can annoy Dad that way too. I will wait until tomorrow. Then try the ploy.