Save Me Sponge Mom!

The madcap mind of Mr. Stephen G suggested this two-fer guest topic:

1. A photo of Walmart people in weird, homemade protective gear.

Do yourself a favor and click this link. Seriously. Do it. I’ll wait.

Now, wipe your eyes and let’s continue.

And Parte the Seconde…

2. These are the only survivors. Tell their stories and how they interact. Sponge Mom fights the Alien Glad Bag Queen for the love of Snorkle-man and the last can of Crisp Linen Lysol.

Here goes…

Once upon a Facebook guest topic post suggestion, Sponge Mom…

… tiddling out of the jane at Walmart, was distractedly adjusting the length of the TP adhering to her shoe. Sensing a ripple in the greeter greetings, she glanced up and was flabbergasted to spy her arch-nemesis…

Glad Bag Queen!

GBQ had never before dared step foot in Sponge Mom’s domain of Walmartlandia, so this sent her reeling. It was bizarre and alien behavior.

“What could this mean? Does GBQ seriously think she can pull off a one shoulder gown look with those tan lines?

Gasp! Her extreme insouciance and sauciness can only mean one thing! She’s here to steal my fella…

… Snorkle Man!”

Racing down the plastic flowers aisle, veering left at the barrel o’ pretzels display, and careening alongside the VHS tapes, Sponge Mom flew to intercept. She knew that her beloved and oblivious Snookums Snorkle Man of Love could not withstand the temptation of those tantalizing tan lines. She would save him!

Slowing as neared, she donned a clever disguise…

… and stealthily siddled toward her unsuspecting prey while Snorkle-pooky-snooky-dovey-lovums Man, obliviously obsessed with his CVS coupon, searched the deli for the last can of Clean Linen Lysol.