Michael (Me!), Michelle Obama, Sasha Obama, and Joao Morlet (TJ Fan)
If there's a place on Earth in need of help from our favorite grungy foursome, believe they will find a way there!
Though it's a bazillion stinky light-years away, news that our new President and his daughters would be moving into the White House was heard loud & clear all the way through to Planet Fungeye. Think of it: 2 kids will be living in the one of the most important houses in the universe! Teej and the guys suddenly realized that something had to be done: there's too much trouble to get into and plenty of things to crush a toe with in that big house so I was urged to take action: Sasha and Malia Obama must learn about The Toenail Fairies!
Lucky for our scraggly-winged friends, I happen to see the Obama girls from time to time at the restaurant I work at when I'm not illustrating for the The Toenail Fairies. Sasha and Malia know me, even. I know. Weird. Almost as weird as being close friends with the TJ, Korn, Gout, and Rucas.
Getting Secret Service Clearance for The Toenail Fairies.
So, my mission was clear: The next time the Obama girls came into the restaurant, I was to hand them and their friends a few books. It wasn't easy. There were secret-service bodyguards everywhere and I feared that the stench of my nervousness would give me away. But these girls needed my help and didn't even know it. I was determined!
After a couple stops at the table sharing some light chat about food and their move from Chicago, I saw it - the perfect moment! The time was NOW! My brain was boiling over, my face was red, my palms were sweaty, my ears were twitching, my eyes were spinning in their sockets and my toes ... well ... my toe-nails were scraggly and reeking.
So ... I calmly approached Sasha and Malia's mom, our new First Lady, Michelle. I told her about the Toenail fairies and how John, Brian, and I had been given the task of telling their tale. She smiled, so I continued ... I asked her if it would be OK to give a few books to her girls and their friends. With a smile, she said, "Sure!"
What?! That was way easier than I thought. So, I went to my secret, air-tight, stinky book stash and brought back a few copies (signed by little ol' me ... those lucky girls ... haha!). The girls and the First Lady were all very thankful and impressed. The body guards didn't even flinch. I did hear some "Ewww..." and "Gross!" coming from the table, but nothing to get too worried about.
Because of their wicked stench, the Toenail Fairies aren't always so easily welcomed, but I wasn't dragged out of the restaurant ... I wasn't brought in for questioning ... in fact, I was given a few really big "Thank You's!"
First Family Raps with The Toenail Fairies!
Later I overheard the girls rapping along to Toe Jam's rhymes and giggling over the pages as they flipped through the book. Like when other young readers totally get into the story, this was another magic moment that made me realize we've done the good job the Toenail Fairies recruited us to do. I love it!!
These dudes are moving up fast. The Toenail Fairies have some big, official, government business in their future and I know they've got the goods to make it happen. Keep an eye out for signs of that foul-smelling foursome in the next photos and interviews you see of the Obamas. The girls ought to be keeping the book close-by! And Sasha and Malia ... let us know what you think of the story!
– Michael
Inspected & disinfected for your reading & wearing pleasure. 
They reek, but man, do they rock! 
Don't just sit there! 
