Hover over it, don't click on it!

"You don't need to click on the word "Games" to see the games!", said Mama Bear as she was washing the dishes. "You just hover over it."

"What do you mean be hovering?" Little Billy inquired.

"SERIOUSLY???" Mama Bear shouted, as she threw a plate like a frisbee at Little Billy's head. "You don't even know what "hover" means? That is IT, young man! Your grades have been bad enough already! Why don't you know these things??? Do you even pay attention in class???" 

 

Little Billy started to panic. "Why are you doing this? Are you going to kill me? PAPA BEAR, HELP!"

Little Billy dropped his protein bar and ran to the other side of the kitchen.

 

"What is going on in here?" Papa Bear said, with a hint of tension in his voice.

"MAMA BEAR IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!"

Mama Bear quickly interupted. "That DOES IT, Billy Goat!" Things were getting very intense now. "Get over here!"

 

Little Billy acted quickly. He opened up the nearest cabinet, which happened to have pots and pans in it, and took out the biggest pot he could find. Then, he ran out of the kitchen.

 

"I am going to go beat up that stupid kid!" Mama Bear said.

Mama Bear walked out of the kitchen, and turned into the hallway. On the left, there wer two doors: one to the bathroom, and one to a guest room. On the right, two more doors stood in the wall: one to the basement, which was unfinished; the other to a coat closet.

 

Right when Mama Bear was about to open the basement door to go look for Little Billy, The insane child opened the bathroom door, and dumped a full pot of water over Mama Goat's head. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!" Now Little Billy was in trouble, all right. 

 

Little Billy ran out of the hallway, and up the stairs that led to the second floor. Mama Bear followed. 

 

When Mama Bear got upstairs, she could not find Little Billy. And then an arm reached out of a doorway, and yanked her into a room.

 

Little Billy took a big wad of duct tape and put it over Mama Bear's mouth. Then he said, in an impersinatingly deep voice, "When I want to click on the Games Page, even though I know there is nothing there except a stupid story about a Bear and a Goat, I will do it. Got it, Hairylegs?" And he dropped Mama Bear to the floor,

 

"Ok, Little Billy!" They got up, hugged, and walked downstairs, back to the kitchen, holding hands.