Pomme de Terre
Mongo loves apples. Mongo hunts for fallen apples from the Fourth of July through the first days of winter. But not only does he like red and yellow apples, which the French call pommes. He is also very fond of what the French call the “pomme de terre”, i.e. the potato.
Today, Dad came home to find Mongo looking rather guilty.
“Ok buddy, what badness did you do today?” Dad looked around the kitchen and something on the other side of the table caught his eye.
Classic – Mongo’s First Howl-o-ween
Mongo’s Howl-o-ween
Tricia had already laid in a fair supply of candy for the Trick or Treaters. What we didn’t realize was that our neighborhood is one of the ones where people drive for miles to let their kids go out for Halloween. The houses are in a suburban spacing, so the candy density is high. There is no outlet, so traffic is minimal. And many of the homeowners warmly welcome the little undercover urchins by offering full-sized bags of M&M’s or Snickers bars.
In fact in talking to our neighbor, his first question on Saturday was, “How much candy do you have?”
We have a winner!
Drewbie came up the stairs shaking his head.
“Someone ate my mummified fruit bat!”, he exclaimed. Drewbie was holding out a rectangular empty tin box.
Dad stared at him for a moment, a look of incomprehension on his face.
Mongo and Mushrooms
The winter rains had finally returned to Seattle. There would still be some very nice weather in the fall season, but the long dry summer had ended.
With just a sprinkle of water, the grass had started to green up. As Mongo, Spork, and Dad walked down the alley to the school yard, Mongo began rustling the grass and taking big bites of the new green blades. Dad remarked to himself that some little mushrooms had even popped up with just one night’s rain.
Mongo was so excited at the appearance of fresh grass, he gobbled up big mouthfuls of greenery all the way to the school.
When the crew got home, Dad fed the doggies, and fired up his coffee machine. Then Dad went to the door and asked “Who wants to get the paper?”
Mongo Tries to Make Popcorn Again
Dad came home to find a very guilty looking Mongo.
“Hi Buddy. What badness did you do today?” asked Dad cheerfully. Mongo was holding Puppy in his mouth, so the response was garbled. However, Mongo was acting very guilty, so Dad just followed him as he slunk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
There in the living room, right in the middle of the persian rug, was a pile of open bottles and shakers. These things had all been in a cabinet. Dad wondered if Mr. M had figured out how to open cabinet doors. If so, Dad had a lot of childproof locks to install. Or Drewbie could have left the cabinet open. That might be a more plausible explanation. Dad would have to ask him when Drewbie woke up.
At that moment, Mongo sidled up to a cardboard box on the floor in the kitchen. Mom-mom had been cleaning out a cabinet and had put several expired items from the cabinet into a box for disposal. Mongo had gone shopping in the box.
Mongo Tries to Make Cornbread
Mongo got into the pantry again. Someone left the gate to the stairs open, and Mongo went down to the pantry, and maybe he even opened the folding doors to the pantry. This time he picked out corn meal. After eating most of the corn meal, Mom-mon came home and found him. Mom-mom was so mad, she drew up this sign. Dad wondered what color this poop would be.
FORBIDDEN!
Mongo goes to Car Wash
The Car Wash – Pretty Colors
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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