Author's Note: I'm having a horrible day, and the worst part of it is, the damn shitty crap happened upon getting home this evening. And so, my update slash release for March 13, 2017, while I'm not sure if it will end up a multi-chapter story, hince, why I'll make it as incomplete for now where its status is concerned, well, my story here is about to parody my evening in a mystery format, starring my most favorite OC of mine and their family. Hope you enjoy.

Zack's Bad Day

Summary: Upon getting home from a day of the usual activities, Zachary Wehrenberg and his aunt return home to an unpleasant surprise. Inspired by recent real life events. Story will be told from Zack's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own the original Rugrats characters, they're the property of their original creaters. I own the OC of Zack and his aunty Celeste, along with any other OC's you don't recognize, and should future chapters get posted, and I use anybody I don't own, I'll credit those authors at such time.

Chapter 1, The Scare

Zack POV

It all started as a typical day as I went off to Tommy and Dil's place for the day and had a lovely time as always. Of course, while I was there, my aunty went to work, and when she got off around the time the sun goes to sleep at night, we headed for home in her driverless van. However, while when we left that morning, all was secure with our partment, my aunty locked the door behind her when we left, all of the lights had been turned off, and everything was in its proper place, that wasn't the case when we gotted home that evening.

Now, being only a-year-old, while I am the smartest baby out of all of my friends, while I was not totally sure what all was going on, I knew something was wrong when my aunty's face was as white as a ghost when she was able to freely turn the doorknob without inserting the key into the lock, and there was a bottle of something on the kitchen counter that I know for sure wasn't there that morning. I'm not sure what the stuff is called, as while I knew my letters and numbers, I couldn't see the label by the way the bottle was positioned, but I recognized the bottle as I've seen Tommy's daddy use it on door hinges and stuff when they start squeaking.

We also noticed a piece of paper on the floor, which my aunty nearly slipped and fell on as it was sliding beneath her feet, but seeing she's blind, she couldn't read it, so she stuck it aside until she could get a growed up who could see it to help her read what it said, as even if I could figure it out, I couldn't talk to growed ups yet, so I wouldn't be much help in this situation. We also noticed a funny noise every so often coming from the living room ceiling. I knew there was something up there, that's round and some firemen came not long after I moved in with my aunty to replace the batteries in whatever it was. This is one device that even I didn't quite know what it was for, but it couldn't be good if it was beeping every so often.

"Oh great! Not only has our apartment been broken into, but looks like one of our smoke detectors will need new batteries. Great, just great." I heard my aunty Celeste say in a not so pleasant voice, as she went through the partment, touching everything to make sure nothing of ours had been taken.

I noticed the lights were on in the hall and the bathroom, and the bathroom door was open, which I know for sure when we lefted that morning, those lights were off and the bathroom door was closed. And while I'm glad nothing of ours was stolen, even I wasn't too happy that somebody just, came into our partment, leaving stuff of theirs behind, and not locking up the doors when they lefted.

In fact, I'm only a baby, but are peoples even spose to be inside your place when you're not home? And who else has a key to our partment other than my aunty? I mean, if somebody wanted to come into our place when we weren't home, wouldn't they need to break the door or a window to get in? I'm totally confused. I overheard my aunty talking on the phone, but seeing I was in my room at this point, making sure none of my toys and clothes had been taken, and trying to get away from that horrible constant beeping in the living room, by the time I tottled out to the kitchen where she was talking on the phone, she had hung up and she was now heading into her bedroom, where she turned on her computer and started typing away, only she was wearing a pair of headphones, so I couldn't hear what that voice that reads stuff to her was saying.

So here I sit, that stupid beeping noise of that round thing on our living room ceiling placed there by the firemen my aunty calls a smoke detector giving me a headache, while at the same time, I can't help but wonder who on earth gotted into our partment, and how dare somebody come in here while we're gone all day, only for us to come home and scare my aunty like they did. It's quite a mystery I've gots on my hands, and at this time, that's all I can share with you at this time.

It's almost time for me to go night night, thankful I can sleep in my room in my Reptar racecar bed, away from that horrible noise, as it's too high up for either me or my aunty to reach up to it to change the batteries. And no, if all of my friends were over playing, I don't even think standing on top of one another like we do to get cookies down for Angelica so that mean annoying blond will leave us alone will allow us to reach up to the ceiling to fix that item. And while I'm glad whoever came in here didn't take any of our stuff, why did they leave stuff behind? Where did they get a key to get into our partment? And why did they leave stuff behind, including a piece of paper? And what does the paper say? Hopefully, me and my aunty will get some answers come tomorrow, but for now, better curl up with Frosty my bear, and get me some sleep. When I have some answers to my burning questions, I'll let you know.

End of Zack POV

And this, ends chapter 1.

Author's Note: I actually know a little bit more about my situation that this story is parodying, but I thought having Zack as a one-year-old toddler tell the story and not knowing everything that's going on, would make this story a bit more of a mystery. Not sure when it will be updated again, but yeah, I'm having to tune out a constantly beeping smoke detector, which is really irritating when you're trying to concentrate on writing, and I did actually come home to find my door unlocked, lights on in my hall and bathroom, a bottle of DW40 on my kitchen counter, and a piece of paper on the floor which my mom has since read to me. Turns out maintanence came by here today while I was out to take care of repairs and inspections, but still, for them to not leave things the way they found them upon leaving has me very angry and upset, and I've reported this and the need for new batteries in one of my smoke detectors to my land lord, both via a telephone call to his voicemail where I left a message, and an email message, and I'm really hoping I hear from him tomorrow, and get the situation with my smoke detector resolved, as the stupid thing has been driving me crazy all night! I will continue to get stuff posted daily between now and Easter, but don't be surprised if I seem abit, irritable until my smoke detector gets fixed anyway.