LITTLE MAUREEN: Oh. Throwing up is gross...
NINA: Yeah. So put some clothes on, little girl.
Frank whoops and cheers for Hedwig loudly. "Oh honey, you're FANTASTIC. I knew I loved you. And... I also do like Barbie dolls..."
"Well... I guess a few more minutes won't hurt any..." Green says, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist. "You smell really good," he comments, resting his head on Mark.
"Ooops... sorry," KT apologizes. "It's just really hard to be physically affectionate to you when you're behind me."
"Oh, I'm Steve," says Lil' Squeegeeman(boy?) to Lil' Maureen finally after a long period of his mun's absense. "And this is really fun. Until we had to go put clothes back on." He says with a frown.
"WTF WHERE DID ALL THESE NAKED KIDS COME FROM?" demands Roger, who has opened his eyes while snogging April. He peers over at them. "They look familiar..."
"Like your not-dead girlfriend?" asks April, looking at Li'l Mimi. "Or... ex-boyfriend? Or... friend?" She stares over at them all curiously. "Oh my God, it's like the next generation of us. And what the hell? You never even made me pregnant! How'd these people get here?"
"I dunno," says Roger, looking thoroughly creeped out. "Um... let's just go back to kissing." And then he and April proceed to make out some more.
LITTLE MAUREEN: But...*scrunches up her nose* I don't wanna...
LITTLE MIMI: I'm cold...CAN I HAVE A BUBBLE BATH?!
LITTLE HEATHER: Look...I can get dressed all by myself! *proceeds to put her shirt on backwards*
LITTLE MAUREEN: And I'm NOT a little girl!
NINA: *sigh* Okay, okay . . . um . . . Evan, Evan, and Anthony . . . and anybody with some kind of experience with hyper little kids . . . some help here? *begins dressing Li'l Heather properly*
RODNEY: *brings Li'l Angel back up the stairs, wrapped in a fluffy blue towel and waits to be told what he's supposed to do, since Li'l Angel is apparently sick*
NINA: So we need to get something to eat . . . and . . . oh, hi Rodney . . . um . . . can you just . . . put him to bed somewhere? I think he needs some sleep . . .
RODNEY: *nods and heads for Angel and Collins' room* Excuse me. Is this bed being used?
"Yes..." Mark agrees. "I do smell good...but you smell better!"
"Thanks honey." Hedwig smiles, flopping back down on the bed. "You now have my premission to take my underwear off."
The corpse of Adam Pascal pokes Jesse in the shoulder. "You take me up to the rooftop where I assume we're going to have sex under the stars and you just IGNORE ME! WHAT GIVES!!???"
Little Collins walks over to Roger and jumps on his back. "Hellllllllllllooooooo!"
NINA: *manages to finish dressing Heather and moves on to Li'l Maureen*
RODNEY: *waits for an answer from Angel/Collins*
Li'l Squeegeeman looks at Li'l Maureen confusedly. "Yeah you are. 'Cause you're not a boy." He then peers at Nina. "Hey lady, why're you dressing us? We're only gonna get our clothes dirty anyway, so we should just stay naked. Besides, lotsa other people in this house are naked. That's not fair."
"It's about time!" Frank says, bouncing back onto the bed over Hedwig before moving down and ripping off her underwear. "Ooh. Wow. I gotta say, that down there is actually a lot sexier than the regular male and female things."
"That's good to know," says Green, kissing Mark on the shoulder. "I always thought detective work made me smell all gross. It's nice to have someone say that."
"AHHHH!" shrieks Roger, who then bumps into April because he's not expecting Lil' Collins to be jumping on him.
"OW, Roger, that was my TONGUE!" April says uncomfortably.
Roger gives her an apologetic look before staring at the little minion who jumped on him. "Oh my God, look, it looks like Angel and Collins had kids!"
"Don't be stupid, Roger," says April. "Angel's a man, so they can't have kids. Umm... at least, I hope not. Maybe we're in one of those freaky m-preg places. And if you ask me, it looks more like Collins made a kid with himself."
"Ewwwwww," goes Roger. "Now what'd you do that for, jerk?" he asks Li'l Collins.
NINA: Because you guys are going to eat, and I don't want to be cleaning food off you in the bathtub! *has never liked such gross tasks*
((Where the hell are Angel and Collins? Rodney's arms are getting tired . . . ))
ANTHONY: *attacks 'Steve' with a shirt* Gotcha!
“Because I wanted to.” Little Collins replies (And there my friends, is five year old logic for you!)
Mark smiles, resting his head on Green’s chest. “Yeah… you smell like peppermint…which I happen to like… a lot.”
“Thanks babe.” Hedwig replies with a grin, moving her hands up and down his chest.
***ON THE ROOFTOP***
JESSE: *blinks and looks at The Corpse of Adam Pascal* Huh? Oh sorry....I was just taken by the stars...
***IN THE LOFT***
ANGEL: No,honey. Go right ahead. *kisses the top of Little Angel's head,then Angel and the Collins exit*
LITTLE ANGEL: But I'm not sleepy...*yawn*
RODNEY: *sits Li'l Angel on the bed* Okay, sweetheart. Let's see if we can find you something to sleep in. *hunts around until he finds an old T-shirt, that, by virtue of Li'l Angel's five-year-old stature, hangs down almost to his ankles* Here we go. *dresses Li'l Angel in the T-shirt, puts him to bed, and hums until Li'l Angel falls asleep*
ANTHONY: *stands in the doorway, finding this all just too cute*
NINA: *has finished dressing the minis and offers up some mac n cheese*
LITTEL HEATHER: *eyes bug out of her head* MAC N CHEESE!!! MAC N CHEESE!!!
LITTLE MAUREEN: YAY! *claps*
NINA: *serves and sits down, exhausted, and wondering why Evan has been ignoring her. Because she's been being ignored, she feels alone, and because she feels alone, she feels the need to cry. However, because she is currently babysitting an insane amount of kids, this isn't an option.*