“Okay Mimosa, what did you do?” Stanley was standing at the garage door in the pantry, talking through the door to Mimosa. “I got up this morning and I heard the Big Guy yelling at you. When I went to see what was going on, I hear you’re in the garage!” “I knocked down the Christmas tree,” Mimosa answered. “Apparently, that is a crime punishable by lock out!” He was sitting on a blanket on the floor of the garage. “That’s not good!” Stanley whistled. “The Big Guy does like Christmas! You must have damaged it a lot.” “No, not really!” Mimosa defended himself. “I just thought the ornaments were bright and shiny! I just had to get up the tree for a closer look!” “Hey! Why are the ornaments all over the floor?” Pepper asked from the living room. “And the big green thing is on its side!” She trotted from the living room, into the kitchen and to the pantry. “Stanley, did a hurricane come through here?” “Y