Snow forts and water balloons

Snow. Again. 537th strait day of snowfall I swear.  This time a dusting of 3 or 4 inches. Not much to get upset about this winter. At least it covers the yellow snow and piles of dog poop from strangers who walk their dog past our home. No doubt they stop to clean up after Fido but then hear the extreme chaos coming from within the prison and decide they should get out of the area fast. Can't say I blame them. 

The 4-5 foot piles of snow made the perfect platform for the Guard to provide some institutional instructions on how to dig tunnels. Unlike true prisons, here at Garfield, we encourage our prisoners to consider escape. 

Each prisoner got their own tunnel since they all fought over the first palace that was made to accommodate all 3 at once. They were much happier with their own little holes. 

After an extended stay outdoors, 76 pieces of clothes weighing about 123 pounds were soaking wet. The price of crawling in snow. But apparently the prisoners are enjoying water today. 

Attempted to make dinner. Once again, 1&3 were way too quiet but I am finding it is easier to give them a bit of rope to hang themselves before stepping in. Once again, my impeccable timing and spidey senses allowed me to know the exact time to walk into the prisoners bathroom. I walked in to find 1&3 trying to fill water balloons. Where they found them I am not sure. Thankfully they do not yet possess the manual dexterity to tie a balloon, or even stretch it over the faucet to properly full them. 374 balloons on the floor, all wet, all 'not working' to quote #3.  Minimal water because they were small balloons after all.