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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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