My mom says I'm playing too many video games and getting too fat. So now when I get home from school, I have to shell peanuts for an hour before she'll let me in the house. I told her that all of my friends are way fatter than I am, and you know what she said? She said, "If you can't stand the heat, the mice will play." I mean, what does that even mean?

The other day I was exploring out by the spooky mansion off of Petersen Street. My friend Todd says there's a mummy out there, but I don't believe him. I think it's a werewolf-mummy, and I'm gonna catch it!