**"The Bigfoot in the Basement"**

The Henderson family gathered around the kitchen table, the stack of plumbing bills and repair estimates towering in front of them. George, the patriarch, rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the impending headache. "Twenty times this week, folks," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "Twenty times we've had to call the plumber because of...that." He gestured towards the basement, where Harry, the lovable but mischievous Bigfoot, was currently residing. Linda, George's wife, sighed and poured herself a cup of coffee. "It's not Harry's fault, George. He's just curious. And a little clumsy." "Curious?" George raised an eyebrow. "He's got a fascination with toilets. I'm starting to think he's trying to single-handedly keep the plumbing industry afloat." Their children, Abby and Taylor, giggled at the thought of Harry's antics. "But seriously, Dad," Abby said, "what are we going to do? We can't just keep paying these bills." George shook his head. "I've already called the insurance company. They say Bigfoot-related accidents aren't covered." Taylor snorted. "Yeah, because that's a thing. Bigfoot-related accidents." Linda placed a hand on George's arm. "We'll figure something out, honey. We just need to come up with a plan to Bigfoot-proof the house." George raised an eyebrow. "Bigfoot-proof the house? Is that even possible?" The family fell silent, contemplating the task ahead. Harry, sensing they were talking about him, poked his shaggy head into the kitchen. "Oooh, food?" he rumbled, his eyes scanning the table for leftovers. The family laughed, and for a moment, the tension was forgotten. "Sorry, Harry," Linda said, handing him a sandwich. "But we need to talk about the plumbing. Can you try to be more careful down there?" Harry nodded, his ears wiggling with understanding. He took a big bite of the sandwich, and the family watched as he lumbered back down to the basement, sandwich in hand. As the door closed behind him, George turned to his family. "Okay, let's brainstorm. How do we Bigfoot-proof this house?" The family began tossing around ideas, from reinforced pipes to Bigfoot-sized baby gates. But as they talked, it became clear that finding a solution wouldn't be easy. "I'm telling you," George said, exasperated, "we need to get Harry some plumbing lessons." Linda chuckled. "Good luck with that." The family continued to discuss their options, but as they talked, it became clear that their problems were only just beginning...