Merry Christmas to me.......

So it's Christmas morning and my mom and dad, grandparents, my brother and his family comes over to my house for brunch. Things are going great. Good food, we're visiting, etc. Rob (my brother) comes to me and asks if I have a plunger. Sure, no problem. We'll unplug the toilet and all is well. Minutes later Rob tells me that it's not working. Could there be a toy down there? Surely Rob's poop would have broken up by then. A little more plunging and he needs a towel because some water has spilled over the edge. OK, still not a problem. I get a towel and go back to the family room to visit. Soon I hear this cry, "Help! Help! Help! Help!" I run to the bathroom and water is everywhere. Rob's trying to contain the gush with the little measly towel I gave him. I grab all my towels and he and my dad and I are trying to stop the water. OK, the toilet has to come off. It's not the poop that's plugging it. So my dad and Rob take my toilet off and poop oozes out. Rob dons a rubber glove and shoves his hand up my toilet. He pulls out................drum roll please.........................a whole banana peel. I tell Rob he has to peel the banana before he eats it and the peel isn't to be eaten. That didn't get a laugh. Why? Turns out, the neighbor boy that plays with Ethan -- he flushed his banana peel down our toilet. So, the toilet is back on. I'm bleaching the shower curtain liner and the bath toys as we speak. All my towels are in the washer on 'Sanitary'. The shower curtain and some other towels are in line to be washed. The toilet needs to be recaulked around the bottom. I need to scrub the floor. I've got to get the rest of the laundry in before I can do the floor. Merry Christmas to me.......Can you see the banana peel? Can you see the poop?

Mopping up the last bit of water before we attempt to removed the toilet and unclog it.

We called in a Storm Trooper to help.