Harry Potter. He really is magic.

Like many businesses, Tartarus has a small collection of toys to occupy small children. There are a few that are quite popular. One in particular is highly favored. A Harry Potter doll.

Like this one. Only...not.

Most kids want to play with Harry. Then, towards the end of summer, Harry vanished. We spent several weeks looking for him with no luck. Eventually we had to conclude that someone had stolen Harry Potter. The kids were devastated. 

Bring back Harry Potter!

Then, today, a kid walked up and handed us Harry! We were startled to say the least. Then he informed us that Opie had given him the toy basket with Harry in it. This was peculiar to say the least. So, we tracked Opie down. "Opie, a kid was just playing with Harry Potter."

"Yup," said Opie, like it was no big deal.

"When did Harry get found?"

"Oh, I dunno. I guess it was last week. Maybe the week before," said Opie.

"Opie," we said, "we've been telling all the kid that Harry was gone. No more Harry Potter." 

"Huh," said Opie. "I thought everyone knew."

Note that in that entire conversation Opie never once apologized. In fact, he seemed more put out that we were upset than anything else.

It's Mo Monday

With the weather getting colder we've been seeing a lot of squirrels frantically storing food for the winter. And it got us thinking - What does Mo do for food in the winter? So, we took it upon ourselves to help him out. We took him to a forest and showed him nuts and such and how he could store his food in tree hollows. He was not convinced.

There are no eyeballs in this tree, Spoof and Speck

So much for our attempt at a good deed.

Since when does that count as work?

Some time ago the entire staff of Tartarus was soundly scolded for "chatting" while at work. We were told we could only talk about work things unless both people in the conversation were on break. Some people even got in trouble for talking about work. It was intensely insane. 

It was literally impossible to guess what might get us in trouble.

It would seem, though, that all of those rules have been tossed out the window. These days people sit around at all hours talking about anything from the "cute thing" their cat did yesterday, the awesome movie they just watched, to their plans for the weekend (all the way down to the meals they plan to cook/eat). Today, though, really took the cake. Today Zebra and Plague spent twenty minutes at the desk looking at and loudly discussing the Etsy shop Turtle just opened, all the while ignoring the patrons who were anxiously waiting for help.

This look may be permanently etched on our faces

To make matters worse, your friends Spoof and Speck recently got the Glare of Death from the Hutt when they took a few minutes at the desk to discuss plans for an upcoming event.

Send the Turtle back to Preschool

So, when you approach a door you need to go through and someone is in your way, what do you do?

Excuse me, cat. I need to get through.

That's right. You are polite, say excuse me, and wait for the person to move. Apparently Turtle missed that lesson in Preschool. When Turtle "needed" to get through the door that Spoof was trying to lock, Turtle responded by shoving Spoof out of the way snarling "I need to get out right away."

Turtle needs this book

Maybe it's just us but we thought manners were a part of everyday life, especially in a business setting.
 

Tongues are for licking, but not everything

It's time again for Stuff Out of Context. Today's line is:
That's a wise choice, not licking.

I think he found that lollipop in the sofa.

It's Mo Monday!

For once, Mo's curiosity and incessant need to crawl into strange places has gotten him into trouble. Out and about, Mo came across this wire dress form. He insisted on investigating.

Once he crawled in through the arm hole, he discovered that the body of the form made an excellent squirrel cage.

We thought this would embarrass him into proper behavior. Instead, we heard him plotting to trap his "enemies" in a similar manner.

Turtle and food part 2

Yesterday we told you how Turtle ate half a pan of Cheese Danish desert in a single sitting. And how we wanted to barf. We thought there was nothing else to say about Turtle's food obsession. Clearly, we were wrong.

Today Turtle brought cookies to share with everyone. And by "cookies" we don't mean a whole pan. No, to our best estimation Turtle brought 4 cookies and broke them into pieces so everyone could have a taste. So, 1 Turtle gets half the desert brought for everyone. 12 staff members get little cookie chunks. Does this math make any sense to anyone?

More danish! MORE DANISH!

 

Now I only brought 4 so you'll all have to share.