Me: Here's another fanfic that will be way shorter than my other ones which will hopefully be updated soon.

Operation: W.A.T.C.H.I.N.G.

Winnie And Tot Captured Hoping Is No Gore

(I tried)

Knock knock knock

A few loud beats of a fist rapping her front door was what woke Winifred Virginia Toruwhäteo up. She rolled off her two mattresses of a bed and got into her typical clothes: a green hoody, a pair of cuffed carpenter jeans, and a dark grey baseball cap she purposely placed backwards a top her uncombed, short mane of dark blond hair. She ran downstairs in bare feet, immediately wishing she had remembered to put her slippers on as her naked feet touched the cold, wooden floor.

She reached the door and opened it, "Yes, can Oi 'elp yeh?"

The cheery, Aussie accented voice of her aunt answered, "Whoi g'day, Winifred! Yeh 'aven't seen Wallabee aroun' boi any chance did yeh?"

Winnie smiled at her forever happy aunt Tamsa, Wallabee's mother, "'ow noice to see thee again auntie Tam! 'fraid Oi 'aven't seen that liddle dinky-di Wallabee anywhere, sorry."

Mrs. Beatles smiled at her amiable niece, "Ah well then, c'n Oi ask yeh fer a favour, Winnie?"

"Ah course, marm. Wot would that be?" asked the New Zealand girl.

"C'n yeh wotch liddle Joey fer a bit?"

Winnie was anything but unwilling, "Oi'd be overjoyed the wotch the roo fer thee!"

Mrs. Beatles chuckled merrily, "Great! Oi won't be too long. Oi 'ave a bit o' business downtown. Oi'll troi the be back aroun' three a'clock, dearie." She handed the sleeping bundle of Joey to Winnie, he snuggled closer to the girl.

Mrs. Beatles addressed Joey in a whisper, "Naow, be a good babe whoile Oi'm gone, Joey."

Joey turned over in his slumber.

Tamsa walked quickly down the porch steps, then turned around and called, "Thank yeh again, Winnie!"

Winnie watched Wally's mum leave, then gazed down at the infant that had been put temporarily in her care. She balanced him easily in one arm as she closed the front door with the other. She walked dutifully to her room with her baby cousin. Joey yawned, his small, pink tongue and single milk-white tooth showed and then vanished.

Winnie smiled and laid Joey down on her bed, tucked him in, and turned out the light. She turned to call Numbuh 4 on his communicator, but was stopped by a shrieking wail in her room. She sighed and rushed back in.