Ok, we don't have much time so...everyone ready to play with the kids? :)

Little Mike: I want to meet Mister Micky's sisters. :D

Peter: I'm ready!

Davy: This ought to be good. ;)

Lauren: Yeah!

Micky: Heh. :P ;)

(There's a knock at the door as the group is eating dinner. Little voices giggling can be heard on the other side. ;) )

Emma: It's probably your sisters and mom, Mick. Why don't you get it? ;)

Little Mike: Oooh, I wanna see!

Emma: You eat your dinner first. THEN you can say "hi" to the girls. :)

Micky: Okay. *heads over to the door & opens it; the girls charge in* ;)

Little Mike: Awwww! (But he grins when the girls all run in)

Peter: Hi, ladies! :)

Davy: 'Ey, there, girls! We've got a new friend for you to meet. :)

Micky: *waves after the girls* Hi. *shrugs*

Emma: He has to eat his dinner first.

Little Mike: (To girls) Hi, I'm Mike! What's your name?

Janelle: *pats Micky's cheek* They're just anxiously to see what's changed in this place since the last time they were here. ;)

(Emma chuckles. Davy laughs outright. ;) :)) )

Coco: I'm Coco, this is Gina *points*, & this is Debbie. *points*

Little Mike: (Nods) Hi. Do you play cowboys and Indians?

Micky: Awe, mom... :P

Coco: Of course we do! *grins*

Emma: When Mike finishes his dinner, he'll join you. :)

Little Mike: But I wanna play NOW!

Emma: Dinner first.

Janelle: I'll be back for the girls later, Micky. *grins* Be good! ;) *heads out*

Peter: (Puts a hand on the pouting boy's shoulder) Peace, Michael. You have to eat your dinner, or you won’t have any energy to play with the girls.

Micky: Mom! *closes the door after her & returns to the kitchen* :">

(Little Mike grumpily starts shoving broccoli in his mouth.)

Emma: Robert Michael Nesmith, we have guests! Be polite!

Little Mike: I wanna go play.

Davy: The fastah you eat, the fastah you can go play wit' the girls. :)

Little Mike: Really?

Davy: Really.

Little Mike: How come you talk funny, Mister?

Davy: 'Cause I'm not from this country. I'm from a country called England.

Little Mike: You sound like Sherlock Holmes on the radio. :)

Davy: Thank you. :)

Lauren: Oh, geez. Don't tell him that! ;) :P

Little Mike: (Shows his now-clean plate) Well, I cleaned my plate. Can I play now?

Emma: Let me see that. (Little Mike shows his plate.) I guess you ate enough. You can go join the girls now. :)

*The girls wave Little Mike over.* :)

Little Mike: Whoopie! (Jumps out of his chair and runs over to the girls)

Emma: Don't make too much noise, though! The babies are sleeping.

Coco: We won't. :)

(Little Mike turns to the girls as the "adults" finish their dinner.)

Little Mike: Ok, let's play cowboys and Indians! I get to be John Wayne! :D

Coco: Okay! We'll be your deputies. *quietly* Now, we have to pick one of them *points at the others at the table* to be the Indian. *grins as the other two girls chuckle* ;)

Little Mike: Which one?

Coco: *wide grin* Our brother, Micky. ;)

Little Mike: Mister Micky?

Coco: *nods* Yup.

Little Mike: You guys are lucky. I don't got any brothers or sisters.

Coco: You don't? Awe. :(

Little Mike: Nope. I got a lot of cousins, but most of the boys are older than me, and Clara and Lucy are littler than me! I mostly just play by myself. Mommy works a lot.

Coco: Well, while you're here, you can play with us. *grins* Now, we've gotta form a plan of action! ;)

Little Mike: Right! We're gonna take that Indian down, just like in the movies! :)

*Gina & Debbie cheer.*

Coco: *shushes the other two* Quiet, we don't want to let on what we're gonna do!

Little Mike: (Looks in the crib at little Micky and Shelly) I wish the babies could be deputies, too, but they're sleepin'.

Coco: They're still too little. They might make a good audience if they wake up before we're done playing. :)

Little Mike: Ok. :)(Sticks his little fingers in the back of his jeans) Ok, girls, let's get Mister Micky! We'll come up on him from behind. :)

Coco: *nods* Okay! :)

(Switch back to the kitchen, where Micky, Davy, Lauren, and Peter are finishing dinner and Emma is doing dishes.)

Emma: Hey, has anyone heard the kids in a while?

Lauren: *shakes her head* Not since Mike left the table.

Emma: Maybe someone ought to go check on them and the babies.

Lauren: I say we send Micky. ;)

Emma: (Looks at Micky with a wicked grin) I say I like that idea. ;) :D >:)

Micky: Oh, come on! :P

Peter: They are your sisters, Mick. :)

Davy: And Mike's YOUR fault.

Lauren: Darn right, Mick. :P

Micky: *sighs* Oh, alright. *gets up & goes to check on the twins*

(The girls and Little Micky are standing behind and under the psychiatrist's couch, watching Micky as he attends to the sleeping babies.)

Little Mike: We've gotta get him now! He's attacking the fort!

Coco: *grins* Let’s go!

Little Mike: Charge! (All four pile out of the couch at once, making a break for Micky. ;) )

Micky: *pauses* What the..

*The group of kids surround Micky, suddenly producing scarves & whatnot. Coco jumps on Micky's back, knocking Micky to the floor. Each of the kids takes a scarf and proceeds to tie up Micky. He's starts yelling & Coco ties her scarf around his mouth.* ;)

(Micky's yelling brings everyone hurrying into the living room...to find four kids surrounding the now-bound Micky. Little Mike sits on top of him with a big grin. ;) :D )

Lauren: You know...*grins* this is rather fitting. ;)

Little Mike: Hi, Miss Emma! We caught ourselves an Indian! ;) :D

*Micky mutters something through the scarf.* :P

Coco: He's a big one, too! ;) :D

(Peter and Emma put hands on their mouths to stiffle the giggles. Davy is doubled over laughing. ;) :)) )

*Micky groans.*

Little Mike: This is BETTER than the movies! :D

Lauren: I say we leave him like this for a little while. ;)

Emma: (Still giggling) Why not? ;)

*Micky's eyes widen & he mutters something else.*

Davy: (Between guffaws) Sounds good to me! ;) :))

Peter: Oh, come on, guys! Poor Micky! He can't be comfortable like that!

Lauren: He deserves it, at least for a little while after what he did to Mike. :P

*Micky groans again, rolling his eyes.*

Little Mike: He did something to me?

Lauren: Uh...

Emma: (Takes Mike's hand) I have an idea. Why don't Mister Peter and Davy and I take you kids out for ice cream while Miss Lauren and Mister Micky feed the babies?

Davy: If Miss Lauren decides to untie Mister Micky. ;)

*Lauren grins.*

*Micky mutters something.*

Little Mike: Oh boy, ice cream! (Turns to the girls) Come on, deputies! Let's go get ice cream! :D

*The girls all cheer.* :D

(Little Mike jumps off Micky and runs into Emma's arms.)

Little Mike: (Takes Emma's hand) Can I have a cherry vanilla cone? That's my favorite!

Emma: (Smiles) Hey, that's my favorite, too!

Little Mike: Really?

Emma: Really. :)

Peter: (Picks up Gina) What do you want, little Miss Gina? :)

Gina: I want chocolate! :)

Peter: Oooh, that sounds good! I like tutti frutti myself. :)

Davy: (Takes the other girls' hands) 'Ow would you ladies like to shah a banana split wit' a 'andsome, chahmin' gentleman? ;)

Debbie: *chuckles* Would love to!

Coco: Sure! Where is he? ;)

*Lauren laughs.* ;)

(Emma, Lauren, and Peter laugh outright. Little Mike giggles.)

Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Sounds like Micky gave you 'is sense of 'umah. :p'

Emma: Ok, everyone ready to head out? We'll take the MonkeeMobile. It'll fit everybody. :)

Coco: Yeah! :D

Little Mike: What's a MonkeeMobile?

Peter: It's our car. It's big and red. It has extra seats in the back!

Little Mike: (Eyes widen) Wow! I LOVE cars! I'm going to have a nice car all for myself when I get big! :D

Emma: (Smiles, tears briefly forming again) I'm sure you will, honey. :)

(Davy, Peter, Emma, and the kids walk out the door. Lauren waves to them, then goes over to Mick.)

Lauren: *puts her fists on her hips* Well, Mick? You know, I kinda like you like this. ;)

(Micky looks up at her and glares, mumbling. He tries to turn himself over; the kids have him on his stomach.)

Lauren: Oh, glaring at me again, huh? *sighs* Come on, Mick, you know you brought this on yourself. :P

(Micky just mumbles, then tries to pull his hands loose.)

Lauren: Hey! I'm not ready for you to get loose yet! *kneels down & tightens the scarf*

(Micky only glares again as two little voices are heard from the crib.)

Lauren: I can handle the twins myself. *sighs* I guess I'll do ONE thing for you. *kneels down & removes his gag* There. Happy?

Micky: I'm gonna KILL those girls when they get back! I know this was THEIR idea! :p

Lauren: Maybe it was their idea, but THEY don't know what you did. It was just coincidence they decided to pick on you.

Micky: When I get my hands on them...

Lauren: Mick...

Micky: (Looks up at Lauren, trying for innocence) Yes, dear? :)

Lauren: *crosses her arms* I'm not buying that. Hey, you said that the girls loved to pick on you. This isn't any different. The real difference is that you're not untied yet. :P

Micky: (Pulls at his bonds yet) Yeah, no kidding. So (innocent again) wanna have fun untying me? ;)

Lauren: You gotta promise me something, first. You gotta promise to change Mike back when the others return.

Micky: Lauren, I'm trying to help Mike here! And for once, it's WORKING! He's having fun just being a kid with the girls. He doesn't have any worries or responsibilities. Poor guy has so many responsibilities, he gets torn between them and having any kind of fun. :p

Lauren: *sighs* But he isn't a kid! What we should help Mike with is how to handle responsibility & having fun. Not make him a complete opposite! :P

Micky: He was saying he wished he knew what it was like to be a kid, so I made him a kid. Let's face it, he didn't have the world's greatest childhood.

Lauren: Key words: "What it's like." He really needs to learn how to lighten up. He can still have fun like a kid, but there's no need to MAKE him a kid. Besides, Em doesn't want to be be married to a four year old! :P

Micky: Maybe it'll be good for Em, too. They're BOTH scared shitless of being parents! They need to know what it's like to have kids around!

Lauren: Well, yes, I'll give you that one. I still think there was a better way to handle this than turning Mike into a kid. *pauses* He got you mad, didn't he?

Micky: He was annoying the heck out of me! One minute, he wants to be a kid, and the next, he's ranting about all his responsibilities and how he has to be the "leader" and won't even allow time to play with the twins! :p

Lauren: *shakes her head & sits on the floor next to him* That's still no reason to turn Mike into a kid... even if he DID say it. What we have to do is help Mike balance the two. That's what he was trouble with. And Mick? *rests a hand on his head*

Micky: (Looks up hopefully) Yes, dear?

Lauren: *smiles* I'm still not untying you yet. :P ;)

(Micky's face falls as the twins' crying becomes more insistant.)

Lauren: *runs her hand through his curls* You know what, though, keep this in mind for the weekend. ;) *gets up to check on the twins*

(Cut to later. Lauren has the twins in high chairs. Micky is still on the floor, muttering to himself. The phone rings as the rest of the group comes back in. Coco, Peter, and Little Mike have ice cream cones. Emma eats a cup of cherry vanilla ice cream. Davy follows with the little girls, who are chattering a mile.)

Little Mike: (Grins; points at Micky) Hey, Coco, our Indian is still captured! :D

Emma: (Grins) I think Miss Lauren's REALLY mad at him. ;)

*Lauren gets up & grabs the phone.*

Little Mike: Did he do something wrong?

*Micky continues to mutter.*

Emma: (Under her breath) You don't know the half of it. :p X(

Coco: Wow! This is even better than the last couple times he was the Indian! ;)

Peter: He did something he shouldn't have to...somebody.

Little Mike: (Runs up to Micky, dripping cherry ice cream in his curls) You're a bad Indian, Mister Micky!

Micky: *groans* Thanks. :P

Emma: (Pulls Little Mike away) Mike, you'll get it all over the carpet!

Micky: And me. :P

Emma: You're easier to clean than the carpet. :p

*Micky sticks his tongue out.*

Little Mike: Hey, look, the babies are awake!

(The girls and Mike sit down at the table with the babies. Little Mike shoves his ice cream cone under Shelly's nose.)

Little Mike: Hey, baby, do you want some ice cream? :)

Lauren: *after hanging up the phone; goes back to the table; laughs* Mike!

Emma: (Pulls his hand away) No, honey, she's too little for ice cream.

Lauren: I wouldn't hold it that close to her, either. ;)

Little Mike: Aw! (Pats Shelly's back with his other hand) I feel sorry for you, baby. That's no fun. :P

Lauren: Both of them will be eating plenty of ice cream soon enough. :)

Little Mike: (Sits and licks his cone) What do they eat, then? And what's their names?

Lauren: The little miss is Shelly & the little guy is little Micky. They eat anything that doesn't require chewing. *holds up a jar of baby food* Mostly this stuff. :)

Little Mike: Micky? Like Mister Micky? (Looks at the baby food and makes a face) That stuff looks kinda goopy. :p

Gina: I like banana splits better.

Lauren: *chuckles* Yup. *makes a face at the jar* Yeah, it is kinda goopy.

Little Mike: (Giggles) Hey, little Mister Micky, did you know you're named after a mouse? ;) :)

*Little Micky laughs & claps his hands.*

Lauren: So's his dad. ;)

Micky: *groans* I heard that! :P

Little Mike: How long is big Mister Micky going to stay tied?

Emma: Good question.

Peter: Maybe we should untie him...

Lauren: *glances at Micky* Yeah, I guess he's had enough.

Davy: Why? I kinda like him like that. ;)

Peter: What if he has to go to the bathroom?

Lauren: He can't stay like that forever, Dave. :P

Davy: Wot a shame. ;)

Micky: Yeah, what if he's gotta use the bathroom? *groans* :p ;)

Lauren: Oops. :">

Emma: Come on, Pete. Let's get him undone. ;)

(Peter and Emma go to Micky and untie him.)

Peter: Are you ok, Mick?

Emma: Other than the bathroom thing. ;)

Micky: Oh, just peachy. Excuse me, I'll be right back! *runs into the bathroom* :P

Little Mike: Guess he had to use the bathroom. :D

Lauren: I'd say so. ;)

Emma: Hey, Lauren, who called?

(The babies are smearing their hands in their dinners. ;) )

Lauren: Oh! I almost forgot! That was Janelle. She said something came up & she won't be able to pick up the girls. She asked if we wouldn't mind watching them tonight.

Davy: (Grins) Micky's gonna LOVE that. ;)

Lauren: *grins* Ain't he? ;)

Emma: You could have the girls at your house. Mike will stay here, of course, until you can knock some sense into that husband of yours. (Makes a face) What a time to not be able to use my hockey stick! :p

Little Mike: Does that mean the girls are gonna be here all night? :D

Lauren: We would probably be better off taking them to the house. We've got more room for them...

Emma: And it would probably be best if I didn't have four young kids running around right now. :p

Lauren: Right. :)

Davy: I've got rehearsal tomorrow morning, but I could 'elp in the aftahnoon.

Peter: Mr. Bennett doesn't need help and class is over for the year. I was just going out with Valerie to discuss the wedding for a little while, but I could help with the kids.

Micky: *trudges back from the bathroom* What's this about helping with the kids? :-/

Little Mike: I'm staying here tonight! In a real house! :D

Peter: Jannelle called. You guys are watching the girls tonight. :)

Lauren: Overnight, Mick. ;)

Micky: *face falls* What? :-O

Little Mike: Where do you live, Mister Micky and Miss Lauren? Do you live in a house, too?

Emma: They live in a very nice house across town. :)

Lauren: We sure do! Matter of fact, Micky built it. :)

Little Mike: WOW! How many blocks did you use? :D

Micky: *half smile* Not quite like that...

Davy: 'Ey don't use wooden blocks, Mike. Micky builds wit' planks and cement blocks. :)

Little Mike: Wow! That's so neat-o!

Micky: Thanks. :)

Little Mike: Mommy says someday, she and I are going to afford to live in our own house, too!

Emma: But for now, you can stay with us in our house. We live here. :)

Little Mike: (Eyes widen) In this big house, with the water behind you? :D

Emma: Uh-huh. My husband and I hope to buy it from it's owner soon. :)

Little Mike: It's the nicest house I've ever seen! It has all kinds of neat stuff in it. :)

Peter: Davy and I live here, too.

Little Mike: Are you Miss Emma's husband?

Peter: (Shakes his head) Nope. I'm going to marry a girl named Valerie in a couple of weeks. :)

Davy: And I go out with a girl named Daphne. :)

Little Mike: Where do you go to?

*Micky snorts.* ;)

Davy: Usually dancin', or to the movies. I took 'er to see "Love Story" the othah night. Nevah saw anyone cry so much ovah a movie. :)

Little Mike: (Makes a face) Love stories are boring. You should take her to see a John Wayne movie!

Davy: (Grins) Did that last week. We saw "True Grit" togethah. ;)

Little Mike: There's a new John Wayne movie out! That's neat! :D

Emma: Ok, kids, who's up for another game?

Peter: NOT cowboys and Indians this time.

Little Mike: Aw!

*All of the girls raise their hands.*

(Little Mike raises his, too.)

Micky: Thanks, Big Peter. ;)

Peter: You're welcome. It's too late for the kids to be running around. (Smiles) I have an even better idea! Why don't Micky, Davy, and I play a song for all of you? :)

Little Mike: Music! Are they going to play the radio?

Emma: Nope! They play those instruments in the living room. :)

Lauren: And they play really well, too! :)

Little Mike: Really? (Grins) You guys play all those cool instruments? :D

Peter: Sure do!

Davy: I play the tambourine and the maracas, and sometimes the bass and the drums. Petah taught me how to play them. :)

Micky: I play the drums. *grins*

Little Mike: Could you teach me how to play guitar, Mister Peter? :) (Looks at Peter hopefully)

Peter: (Sadly) Nope. You're still too young. When you're...older...I'll teach you. (Peter's smiling, but his eyes are filling with tears.)

Little Mike: (Gulps the last of his ice cream and runs over to Peter) Are you sad, Mister Peter?

Peter: (Shakes his head and wipes his eyes) No, Michael. I just...my best friend plays the guitar, and I miss him, that's all. (Smiles and takes a napkin) You're covered with ice cream! Let me wipe you off, before you get the furniture sticky. :)

Little Mike: (As Peter wipes his face and hands with the napkin) Awww! :p

Emma: The girls are pretty messy, too. ;) (She wipes off Debbie; Davy does Gina)

*Coco grabs her own napkin.* :)

Little Mike: (Pulls away) I'm not a baby. I can clean myself, like Coco. She's a big girl!

Peter: You might miss places, though.

Emma: (As she wipes the table and Lauren and Micky take the babies out of the high chairs) So, guys, what are you going to play for our young guests? (Grins) Maybe they should request a number. :)

Little Mike: What do you play? Do you know any Gene Autry music? :D

Peter: Sorry, Michael. We write most of our own songs, or play songs written by friends. :)

Little Mike: You WRITE songs, too? Wow!

Peter: (Nods) All of us do. :)

Lauren: I'm sure the guys can come up with a song you'd really like, Mike. ;)

Peter: Hey, Mick, I have an idea. (His eyes tear up again) How about "Auntie's Muncipal Court?" :)

Little Mike: What kind of song name is THAT?

Emma: (Smiles) The songwriter likes to give his songs strange names. I think he considers it poetic.

Little Mike: It's weird.

Micky: *snickers* I'm not alone in thinking that... ;) :P

Peter: It's one of Mike's best songs!

Little Mike: The guy who wrote this song is named Mike, too? :D

Emma: (Nods quickly) Um, yeah. He's...not here right now.

Little Mike: Where'd he go?

Emma: He went...out.

Little Mike: Is he coming back? My Daddy isn't coming back. Mommy says so. :(

Lauren: He'll be back soon. *glares at Micky*

Little Mike: I wish Daddy would come back. My cousins have a daddy, but I don't.

Emma: (Puts her arm around Little Mike) Don't feel bad, honey. I don't see my daddies much. They're sailors. They're always working on the water.

Little Mike: Mommy says Daddy doesn't like me, and that's why he won't come back. She and Aunt Kate are always yelling about that. :(

Emma: (Hugs him as hard as she can) You're here now, though, and WE like you! The girls like you!

*The girls nod enthusiastically.* :D

Little Mike: (Looks up) You like me? Even if I don't have a daddy? Some of the kids in Houston don't like me, 'cause I don't have a daddy and Mommy don't have no money. :(

Debbie: We don't have a daddy, either. Our daddy went to Heaven. :(

Coco: That's right.

Davy: Me mum's in Heaven, too. :(

Emma: (Nods) That's right. Davy doesn't have a mommy.

Little Mike: (Looks up at Davy) You don't have a mommy? Do you live with your daddy?

Davy: (Shakes his head sadly) I left 'ome aftah Mum di...went to 'eaven.

Peter: I have a mom and a dad (quietly) but I don't think my dad likes me much, either.

Little Mike: (To the girls) Your mommy looked nice, though. Does she work? My mommy works in an office all day. Aunt Kate watches me, or one of the kids on the block.

Coco: *nods* Yeah, mom works at a television station. :)

Little Mike: What's tel-e-vision?

Emma: (Quickly) It's like radio, but with pictures. (To the boys) Why don't you guys play? We're getting too maudlin in here. ;)

Micky: *nods* Good idea. ;)

Peter: Sure! (He picks up the blond guitar, giving the other guitar case a sad look; Davy picks up the bass)

*Micky settles behind the drumkit & twirls his sticks.*

(Little Mike giggles. :) )

(The boys start playing one of Mike's songs, "Auntie's Municipal Court." Emma holds Little Mike close to her. Coco takes Shelly in her lap; Lauren holds little Micky. :) )

(The boys bow when they finish, Micky and Davy profusely. ;) )

Davy: Thank you, thank you, and thank YOU. ;)

Micky: No, thank YOU! ;)

Little Mike: That song was weird, but you guys are funny. :))

Emma: You should see them on a REAL stage. ;)

Lauren: They get even MORE hammy. ;)

Little Mike: You guys get to be onstage? Like Gene Autry? :D

Peter: Every other night at the Club Fairview. :)

Davy: (Eyes widen) The Club Fairview! We're playin' there tomorrow! :o

Peter: (Groans) Oh, man, that's right!

Davy: And don't forget who ELSE is still out there...

(Peter shudders.)

Lauren: Yeah. :P

Little Mike: (Frowns at the rapidly darkening dusk; runs over to the window) Who's out there?

Emma: A very mean lady who doesn't like us.

Little Mike: I wish I had a sword, like Errol Flynn in the movies. I'd be able to keep all of you from getting hurt by that mean lady!

Emma: (Grins) That, I have no doubt about. ;)

Debbie: Do you think she'd come here?

Lauren: Well...

Emma: Hopefully not. She got...hurt...the last time we saw her.

Peter: She got scratched by a cat.

Micky: Yeah. *nudges Lauren* A really cute cat. ;)

Little Mike: She must be REALLY mean, if cats don't like her! I feed Aunt Kate's barn kitty, and it don't hurt me!

*Lauren sticks her tongue out at Micky.* ;) :P

Emma: Maybe we'd better start getting all of the kiddies ready for bed. :)

Little Mike: (Yawns) But I'm not tired.

Lauren: Sure you aren't. ;)

Emma: Oh, yes, you are. I'll bet you need a bath, too.

Little Mike: Do I HAVE to have a bath?

Emma: They way you smell, yes. :p

Debbie: Are WE going to have a bath? :D

Little Mike: I don't want a bath! :p

Emma: You NEED one, and you're taking one!

Lauren: Yes, all of you are! ;)

Little Mike: No!

Emma: Miiiiiikkkkeeeee.... :p

Peter: Aw, come on, Mike! Baths are fun! :)

Davy: Why don't Petah and me give the litt'l nippah a bath? ;)

Peter: Sure! I haven't given anyone a bath since my brother said he was too big for people to be watching him. :)

Little Mike: You guys'll take a bath with me?

*Micky laughs.*

Peter: We won't get IN with you, but we'll be in the same room. :)

Davy: Ain't enough room in that tub for all three of us! ;)

Lauren: And I'll help the girls when we get back to the house. :)

Peter: (Takes off the guitar) Come on, little guy.

Little Mike: (Gives Emma a quick kiss on the cheek) I like you, Miss Emma. :)

Emma: (Smiles, tearing up again) I like you too, Mike. :)

(Peter takes Little Mike's hand, and they go upstairs, followed by Davy.)

Emma: Don't drown each other up there! ;)

Davy: We won't! (Sound of door closing)

Lauren: Why don't I believe them? ;)

(Emma's smiling, but she wipes furiously at her eyes.)

Gina: Hey, Emma's crying!

Emma: I'll be ok. I'm...just not used to having a baby in me. :)

Debbie: When is the baby coming?

Emma: In August.

Coco: Cool! :)

Debbie: Are you having two babies? :D

Emma: Nope, just one. A girl. :)

Gina: A little girl, just like us and Shelly! :D

Lauren: The guys are outnumbered. ;)

Emma: You guys can babysit her when you're older. :)

(Debbie yawns. The babies are already asleep.)

Lauren: Looks like we should be headed home. :)

Gina: Oooh, yeah!

Debbie: Can we go in the pool tomorrow? :D

Micky: Sure!

Emma: Hey, that's a good idea. Maybe we could have a little pool party for the kids tomorrow afternoon. :)

Lauren: Yeah! :)

Emma: (Sighs) Micky, can't you...change him back?

Emma: He's cute like this and all, but...I miss him. The older him.

Micky: *shakes his head* He asked. :P

Lauren: Mick... *rolls her eyes* :P

Emma: Micky, I can't raise him! And what about his child? (Indicates her stomach)

Micky: I'll change him back! Just not yet.

Emma: When?

Gina: Change who back?

Lauren: I'll take over this conversation at the house.

Micky: I can hardly wait. :P

Debbie: Who got changed?

Emma: We're...changing money. I need change for a ten. :)

Lauren: I've got it at the house. ;)

*Micky rolls his eyes.*

Emma: Have a nice night, guys. When do you want me to bring Mike and the boys over? :)

Lauren: Around noon? Everyone can use the pool, then we can have lunch. :)

Emma: That sounds good. (Smiles, then makes a face) I'm hungry. I'm going to make chili. Mike's actually pretty happy I've been craving anything spicy. (Gulps, her eyes moving to the upstairs bathroom) Mike...

(Debbie yawns again; Gina does, too.)

Lauren: *puts a hand on Emma's shoulder* Don't worry, Em. He'll be back to normal tomorrow. *to everyone* Since we've got a couple sleepy girls on our hands, we ought to get going.

Gina: Ok. (Puts her arms around Debbie, who leans against her sister.)

Emma: (Looks at Micky) He will, right, Mick?

*Micky just shrugs.*

Lauren: *rolls her eyes* I've got this, Em. *glares at Micky*

Emma: (Nods) Ok, Lauren. I'm going to clean up a little, then go make sure the boys aren't flooding the bathroom. Have a nice night, guys, and we'll all see you tomorrow. :)

(Sound of splashing and little boy laughter.)

Peter: (From upstairs) Hey!

Davy: 'Ey there, little man, the watah stays IN the tub, not on us! :p

Lauren: Night, Em. *goes back to Micky & smacks his arm* Lets get going. *drags him out as the girls following, chuckling* ;)

Emma: (Looks up and laughs) I'm comin' up, fellas! (Pats her stomach) Let's go see your daddy (sighs) or big brother. (She hauls herself up the tornado stairs as we fade out.)