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Childcare For Dummies [Thursday, May 31, 2012]
Class today had been handwavily informed to meet in the Danger Shop where a series of mini-vans were lined up and waiting for them. Clearly this could only end in happiness and laughter as children were always well behaved in a car.
"Welcome back, kiddos!" Deadpool said brightly. "I see you didn't end up dead in a ditch after the weekend holiday. Wait, did we have a holiday? I can't remember. Canadian and all."
“Holiday,” Anakin confirmed, nodding. “Full of screaming, crying roadtrips.”
Spoilers, kids!
The Danger Shop, on cue, started to make it rain. Anakin pulled his hood up over his hair.
Deadpool was grinning that sort of smile that would imply someone would end up dead soon. "You're gonna get put into pairs to act as mommy and daddy. Or daddy and daddy. Mommy and mommy. Nongendered alien and nongendered alien. Whatever. And you're gonna see what fun it is to take care of a screaming ball of rage, apple juice, and vomit is while driving at the saaaame time.”
“It’s not fun.” Yes, Anakin, they got that. From the various vans came the whining pleas of children:
“I’m hungry!”
“I’m thirsty!”
“I haaaaate apple juice!”
“I have to PEE RIGHT NOW.”
Anakin handed the poor students maps, which may or may not have been in English. “You are here. You have to get to the other star on the map without killing your partner, yourself, or any of the children. And you’re also low on gas.”
"Enjooooooy!"
"Welcome back, kiddos!" Deadpool said brightly. "I see you didn't end up dead in a ditch after the weekend holiday. Wait, did we have a holiday? I can't remember. Canadian and all."
“Holiday,” Anakin confirmed, nodding. “Full of screaming, crying roadtrips.”
Spoilers, kids!
The Danger Shop, on cue, started to make it rain. Anakin pulled his hood up over his hair.
Deadpool was grinning that sort of smile that would imply someone would end up dead soon. "You're gonna get put into pairs to act as mommy and daddy. Or daddy and daddy. Mommy and mommy. Nongendered alien and nongendered alien. Whatever. And you're gonna see what fun it is to take care of a screaming ball of rage, apple juice, and vomit is while driving at the saaaame time.”
“It’s not fun.” Yes, Anakin, they got that. From the various vans came the whining pleas of children:
“I’m hungry!”
“I’m thirsty!”
“I haaaaate apple juice!”
“I have to PEE RIGHT NOW.”
Anakin handed the poor students maps, which may or may not have been in English. “You are here. You have to get to the other star on the map without killing your partner, yourself, or any of the children. And you’re also low on gas.”
"Enjooooooy!"

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Oh, this would go well.
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Recipe for disaster.
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Rilla was wrong.
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Apparently a "grumpy wizard" had dropped them off. Rilla doubted that a lot.
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Safety first.
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"Noooooope," came the voice in the backseat, sounding very smug.
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"Oh, for heaven's sake," Rilla muttered, unstrapping herself and climbing over her seat to get in the back.
Thirty seconds later she was still stymied by the thing. "There are too many straps."
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She hoped her partner was a little more comfortable behind the wheel.
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"You think leaving the kids unattended in the minivans might get the teachers in enough trouble for us to have a case here?" he muttered to his partner.
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"Probably not, since they're fake kids," he pointed out. "You know how to drive, anyhow? 'Cause I don't."
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That did not seem very fair.
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"... Don't suppose there's any duct tape in there anywhere?"
No, Sparkle. That would be the wrong thing to do.
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Oh good god. This was going to end badly.
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"There's a roadmap," he noted, poking through the contents of the glove compartment. "And some stale goldfish crackers. And the registration for the van..."
He pulled out the map.
"Bet I could wad this up and stick it in the kid's mouth like a sock, though."
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"They're not that stale," he announced. "Want?"
Seriously, neither of these kids should ever be allowed to reproduce.
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Yep.
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Sparkle was now ripping up the map and wadding it up into a ball big enough to fit into a little kid's mouth.
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Because that would be... unfortunate. He checked his pockets, then unveiled a duplicate.
"Never mind! False alarm. Go for it."
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This could only end in tears.
"Pretty sure it's grape juice."
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They were the best parents in the whole world.
"So... now comes the driving part, right?" Topher jammed at a button to see if it was at all helpful in that regard.
Nope. It was the radio.
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