Cupcakes and Cuckcoo Clocks

The Scream got rid of the minions bothering Evie. She went back to the Infirmary because she needs space. I offered to take her out in my escape pod (hidden in Hamdingers box in the back of the galley), but she said it wasn't that kind of space.

So I came here to work for a bit. Lots of mail piled up. Must be big doings elsewhere in the bunker. Maybe Captain Gin is baking cupcakes. I loooove cupcakes. She doesn't make them very often. And sometimes when she does, she tells me not to eat them because they're for particular--particu-lar, par-tic-u-lar--minions. But I do love cupcakes. Especially chocolate.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. So I sorted the mail, although there were a couple that could go into more than one category. I ripped those in half and put one part in one box and the other in the other. Anywho there's a big package left over. It must be a present for the Almighty Tallest. I think it's a cuckcoo clock. It's ticking. A lot. I didn't even know it was his birthday. I'll put it in his room for him.

Oooh. If it's Iron John's birthday, Captain Gin should make cupcakes. And cookies. And ham. I'm going to the galley to talk to her. And lick the bowls.