Today when Haglund got home from work the little Scrub Daddy peeps in the kitchen were smiling more broadly than usual and chatting up a storm during their afternoon tea party.
Haglund said, "Wassup, Daddios? What did I miss?"
They chimed, "We can't tell you."
Haglund said, "Come on, guys, we're Scrub Buddios."
Mr. Blue said, "All I can say is Sterling, and too bad you can't go to the opening night of Cinderella in Philly."
Haglund said, "Tell me everything you know or I'll ––"
Mr. Blue said, "–– or you'll what? Squeeze the smile right off my face? Go ahead and try."
Haglund said, "Okay, guys, let's have it all."
They all started talking at once, and Haglund couldn't understand any of it. Mr. Green was chanting, "Sar–ah! Sar–ah! Rise from the grave hallelujah!" The Yellow Twins were nearly overcome with emotion while blabbering "De–von! De–von!" with the evil twin hissing and spitting while angrily flapping his imaginary wings.
Haglund finally had to take control of the situation because it was upsetting the cats who are at odds with the Scrub Daddy community anyway. Time for some Scrub Daddy Therapy until they can calm down from what was apparently a very exciting news day: