Every time the Mom and Dad get Domino's it means the Great Chicken Hunt for me. Dad always gets the chicken wings and no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep chicken away from me.
Last night was pizza night. You know what that means, right? Nom, nom, nom for the Monkee. So I go to steal some wings and manage to get a nice chunky piece o' chicken. When I bite into it, yeeeeooooow! Dad ordered the hot wings. Bah. It took me fifteen minutes to get the burn out of my mouth.
So Dad, this is for you: