COLLINS: *spazes* HEY! THE KIDS JUST SHOWED UP OUT OF NOWHERE OK?! I HAD NO TIME TO MAKE THE PLACE KID PROOF!!
ANGEL: *pats his head* It's ok,honey...
****IN THE BASEMENT***
LITTLE ANGEL: My parents would be mad too.*snicker* Why are adults so crabby?
LITTLE MIMI: I think it's thier job or something. *shrugs* I'm thirsty.
LITTLE ANGEL: Me too...hey...what's in the 'figerator? *goes over to the cooler and pulls out a beer bottle,prys the cap off* Ooooh...this smells funny...
LITTLE MIMI: *takes the bottle from Little Angel and takes a huge gup* IT'S TASTES GOOD....in a funny way...
LITTLE ANGEL: *takes a few gulps* Hey,you're right! *hiccups and laughs*
LITTLE MIMI: *gets giddy* The room is spinning,Angel...
NINA: *appears in the basement, hauling Li'l Wilson along with her* What on earth are you guys DOING down he- why does it smell like beer down here? ((The mun refuses to explain why she knows what beer smells like . . . )) *spots the bottle* You guys, what on EARTH - come on, let's go!
*in a feat that only a veteran babysitter can manage, Nina puts Li'l Wilson on her back, hauls Li'l Mimi up into one arm, and takes Li'l Angel's hand . . . and then proceeds to lead them back upstairs* ((<-- I have, in fact, had to do this, though not going up stairs. Ouch.))
LI'L MARK: *sniffles, wanders into kitchen, spots Evan* H-hi.
EVAN: *jumps* Oh, hi. *looks at the half-eaten plate of cookies and holds one out* Want a cookie? There's too many of them for one person . . .
LI'L MARK: My mom says don't take stuff from strangers.
EVAN: *shrugs* Sorry. *pushes the plate toward the center of the table* Well, I didn't touch any of the others . . . I think that nut case they're calling Angel is the one who made them.
LI'L KT: *wanders into the kitchen, following Li'l Mark* Hi.
LITTLE ANGEL: .....I feel funny....*is staring at a random spot on the ceiling, almost trips*
LITTLE MIMI: Me too...*busts up laughing anyways*
LITTLE HEATHER: *is still bouncing on the couch*
NINA: *claps her hands* Hey, you guys! Heather, don't jump on the sofa. Mimi, Angel, Wilson, you put your clothes back on RIGHT NOW. Where's Jesse? *spots him sitting in the corner, coloring quietly* Okay, good. Mark?
ANTHONY: In the kitchen.
RODNEY: With KT.
NINA: Okay. Would you mind rounding them up, please?
ANTHONY: *nods, heads to the kitchen, and collects the minis hiding out there*
NINA: Okay, good. Evan? And Squeegeeboy? What about Maureen?
ANTHONY: . . .
RODNEY: . . .
BOTH: You're the babysitter.
NINA: Damn it . . .
Little Collins sneaks up from behind Lil' Mark and tackles him.
LI'L MARK: *is caught offguard and topples over. He begins to cry.*
NINA: *scoops Li'l Mark up off the floor* Tommy! Now that's not nice. Go sit down until you can behave. *sighs and realizes Li'l Mark scraped his hand* All right, let's take care of you, sweetheart. *heads for the bathroom to rinse off and bandage Li'l Mark's hand* ((<-- boy, is she in for a surprise, hehehehe . . . ))
LITTLE HEATHER: NO! *continues bouncing*
HEATHER: *laughs* Oh the memories...*does a double take* Wait a minute...YOU! HOW? WHERE? Ok...how did all these kids get here?!
LITTLE EVAN: I'm right here! *is eating cookies*
LITTLE MAUREEN: *climbs up onto the couch and also starts bouncing* WEEEEEE!!
NINA: *hands Li'l Mark to Evan* Here, take care of him, would you?
EVAN: . . . okay . . . *heads for the kitchen to wash Li'l Mark's hand*
NINA: *waits until the minis are in the air, then grabs one ankle each. Both come crashing down into seated positions on the abused sofa. ((<-- amazing trick that really works, actually.))* Now that's enough out of BOTH of you! You're going to sit here, and you're going to behave. Now I think what we need to do is feed these kids, and then maybe get them some baths -
LI'L WILSON: *takes Li'l KT's hand, and both sneak away to hide*
NINA: - and then we can figure out what else to do with them. Anybody got a better idea?
ANTHONY: How exactly do you plan on bathing ten kids at once?
NINA: . . . I'll think of something . . .
((wait for it . . . ))
RODNEY: At least Anthony's not -
**you guessed it**
NINA: You GUYS! Be QUIET about the kids, okay?
LI'L ANTHONY: *sits in the middle of the floor nervously, because his mother told him to never ever ever talk to strangers* ((<-- NOTICE: This li'l is available to anyone who wants him, but I'll be playing him until someone takes him off my hands))
LITTLE MAUREEN: *pouts*
LITTLE HEATHER: *glares at Nina* You..you....EGG!!!
LITTLE MIMI: I'm dizzy...
LITTLE ANGEL: I feel sick....*throws up*
NINA: *sighs* Okay, you guys, just . . . just sit there, okay? I need to take care of -
ANTHONY: I'll get it.
NINA: Thank you.
ANTHONY: Come on, tiger. *picks up Li'l Angel and hands him to Rodney so he can take care of the mess*
RODNEY: Let's go get you cleaned up, honey. *heads for the bathroom, hears water in the shower, and immediately reverses course for the lower-level flat*
NINA: Oh, boy.
LITTLE EVAN: *cringes*
LITTLE MAUREEN: Yuck!
LITTLE HEATHER: EEEEEEW!!!
LITTLE MIMI: I hope Angel is ok!
LITTLE ANGEL: *sniffle* I'm sorry I threw up all over your floor!
RODNEY: *checks Mimi's bathroom water temperature, then starts running a bath* It's okay, sweetheart.
ANTHONY: *takes care of the mess* ((<-- it's good training for when he gets to be a parent himself.))
NINA: Okay, you guys, back into your clothes. *starts dressing the miniature nudist colony*
LITTLE MAUREEN: Why?
LITTLE HEATHER: MAKE US! ((I was hyper as a kid))
NINA: Because if you don't, you'll get sick. See what happened to Angel?
LITTLE MAUREEN: Oh. Throwing up is gross...