Well, the Gods were pretty pissed with Zavid. He didn't mean to sneak around with Josephine to find the duct tape. Hell, he had left before he could get in trouble. Apparently that wasn't good enough. They punished him in the worst way possible. Turning all the campers into toddlers. His life was going to be miserable for however long this stupid punishment lasted.

"I'm gonna be having nightmares about this..." He muttered, rubbing his temples. The Gods told him that each child, one at a time, would only appear in the building when they were turned. They also said that Evangeline was not going to be there. The toddlers wouldn't remember him when they were turned.

Askira magically appeared in a puff of white smoke. Zavid wailed. "Not her."

Askira glared at Zavid. He reached out to pick up the little girl, but she reached up and pinched his nose harshly. "Child!" He snapped.

"Askira," she corrected grumpily. He narrowed his eyes, pinching her hand to get her to release his nose. It worked. Yelping, she let go. Zavid picked her up.

Askira started thrashing, kicking and screaming. Zavid held her over the playpen, not bothering to open it, dropping her in. Askira began to wail and scream, rattling the bars of the pen angrily. "Let me out!" The five-year old screamed repeatedly. After about ten minutes, Zavid couldn't take it anymore. He opened a drawer in his desk, grabbing tiny plastic handcuffs. He carefully opened the playpen "door".

Askira sneered at him, making a break for it. She would've gotten away, had Zavid not grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling sharply and causing her to fall on her back. She squeaked when he grabbed her tiny wrists, securing the plastic handcuffs before shoving her back into the playpen and securing the latch.

Askira, being a toddler, thought that she wouldn't be able to keep screaming (because little kids aren't the smartest) since the handcuffs were now on her. Defeated, she crawled into the corner of the pen, sulking.

Another puff of white smoke. There she was. A tiny Willow. She was actually very cute. She looked up at him with wide amber eyes, squealing and clapping her hands. He bent down, brushing her messy dirty blonde hair out of her face, earning a giggle. He picked up the three-year old, gently setting her down in the pen.

Askira gave her a suspicious look as Zavid dumped colorful Legos into the playpen. Willow scooted closer to Askira, giving her a hug. Askira immediately flinched, flailing. Her hand hit Willow's chin with a bit of strength. Willow immediately jumped back, starting to sob.

Zavid groaned. "Askira, you're such a troublemaker." He reached into the pen, picking her up and earning a confused look and angry screech. "You're going in the box."

Askira raised a tiny toddler eyebrow. "Box?"

Zavid didn't answer. He simply put her in a five foot tall cardboard box, the top open. Askira screeched. "Hey! Let me out!"

Zavid shook his head. Willow had stopped crying and now was giggling and squealing as she made a rainbow pyramid with her Legos. She looked up at Zavid and waved. Zavid couldn't help but to smile softly.

Another poof of white smoke. A little kid Ben looked up at Zavid, smiling cheekily. Zavid groaned. "Why? Why? WHY?"

Zavid went to pick Ben up, but the little boy jumped to his feet and made a wild attempt to escape the daycare (that used to be the Big House).

When he couldn't reach the handle, Ben growled in frustration. He took off to the other side, right when Zavid was about to grab him. "Get back here!"

"No!" Ben retorted, sticking his tongue out. He stumbled, halting himself so he didn't fall. Seizing the opportunity, Zavid leapt at him, grabbing him. Ben thrashed. "No! Nooooooooooo! Put me down! Dowwwwwwwnnnnn!"

Zavid shook his head, dropping the squirming child into the pen. Ben scowled, then started building something with his Legos. Zavid sat down, enjoying a few moments of peace. He opened his eyes, turning to look at Ben. Ben was building a tiny Trojan horse with his Legos, allowing Willow to help him as he directed her on where to put each piece. He smiled.

There was another poof of white smoke as Asher appeared. Oh no. The little boy started laughing as he raced around, knocking over everything he possibly could. Askira pressed her face against the prison-like bars that Zavid cut into the Box to make a window. "Hey!" She shouted at Asher, but he ignored her. She shouted at Ben and Willow, but they ignored her was well.

Asher started laughing as he latched on to Zavid's leg, holding tight. It took a few minutes of walking around and pulling at the child's arms to get him off. He dropped him in to the pen. Zavid dumped more toys in, hoping that that would earn him peace and quiet.

Instead, Askira started wailing, desperately flailing to try to escape the Box. Asher played with two rubber ducks, making them fight, making dramatic death noises each time one killed the other. Willow's high-pitched voice was very loud and Ben was being overzealous.

Asher began to get irritated at Askira's screeching and sobbing. "Be quiet!" He shouted, but it didn't work. "Stop it!"

Ben grumbled. "Yeah! We are trying to build!"

Willow stared blankly at the three of them, completely indifferent. She went back to building her pyramid while waiting for Ben to help build the Trojan horse more. The two boys kept shouting at Askira, who was now shouting back.

"Stop crying!"

"Stop building and get me out of here!"

"No!"

Willow sang quietly as she built. "Somewhewe, ova the rainbow..."

"Help me out!"

"But we are stuck, too!"

"Yeah! Do you even deserve it anyway?

Willow placed another blue brick on her pyramid. "Whewe t'ouble melts like lemon drops..."

Groaning, Zavid rubbed his head. "Now I have a headache..."

Oh, Askira.

I'm going to put about four or five new toddlers each chapter, to add on to each ones already here.

Poor Zavid.