Today when I got home from school, everything was a mixed up mess. When I opened the front door, to go into the living room, the door tried to dance a waltz with me. It was like trying to do the "Two Step," with a twin-sized mattress. Man, I was so happy when the door finally let me enter my own house.
I slowly snuck inside, and our living room was a total disaster. My dad was hanging from the ceiling fan. He had a native headdress on. He was singing all kinds of weird 'Rap' songs. He looked like he was having the time of his life. He wasn't getting dizzy and even said, "Hello," and smiled like a creepy clown from the circus.
Will things ever return to normal? Find out in the hilarious story of The Mixed Up Mess!