Ten year old Brice hurried down the stairs to join his parents and seven year old sister Brianna, who were all gathered in the kitchen. He skidded to a stop in the kitchen, narrowly avoiding bumping into his dad, who stood next to the kitchen sink. Seated at the kitchen table, Blossom gave her older son a mild look of displeasure at his entrance into the kitchen.

"What have I told you about running into the kitchen, Brice?" she questioned.

His face reddened a little from her stern gaze.

"Sorry, mom," he mumbled, which caused Blossom to lift an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. What was that, young man? I couldn't quite hear you."

"I'm sorry, mom," Brice said, a little bit louder.

Brianna giggled a little from her seat at the kitchen table, which earned her an irritated look from Brice and she glanced away. Blossom's gaze flicked to her husband, who still stood at the kitchen sink.

"Brice, be a little bit nicer to your sister," Brick told his older son.

"But I didn't do anything other then give her an annoyed look, dad," Brice protested.

"Exactly."

Brice left the kitchen in a huff, followed by Brianna, who quickly scrambled out of her chair. Hearing Brianna's footsteps behind him, Brice glanced over his shoulder at her.

"Why are you following me, Brianna?" he asked.

She came to a sudden stop and just looked at him, remaining silent.

"Whatever," Brice muttered to himself before he hurried up the stairs and headed towards his bedroom.

Being that it was Saturday, Brice decided to hang out with two of his four younger cousins. He zipped around his bedroom, getting dressed before he exited his bedroom through the window.

He headed to his cousin Bailey's house first, which was just down the street from his. As he approached, he saw his brunette haired aunt out in the front yard, currently kneeling over the small flower garden that was next to the front stoop.

"Hey, Aunt Buttercup!" he called out as he landed on the grass a few feet away from her.

Hearing his voice from behind her, Buttercup glanced over her shoulder at her oldest nephew before she straightened and approached him.

"Is Bailey home?" Brice asked.

"She is. Is that why you came over?"

He nodded and Buttercup sighed.

"I wish you'd at least told your parents that you planned to come over, Brice."

"Sorry, Aunt Buttercup."

Just then, the front door opened and Bailey emerged from the house to join her mom and older cousin, fully dressed.

"Hey, Brice," she greeted him.

"Morning, Bailey," he replied.

She looked from her older nephew to her daughter.

"Why are you really here, Brice?" she questioned.

"I just decided to hang out with Bailey and Bryan today," he replied.

"Oh. Is that all?"

He nodded.

"Is that ok, mom?' Bailey asked.

She again looked at her daughter, who had a pleading look on her face and gave a heavy sigh, knowing she was out numbered.

"I don't see why not, Bailey. You, Brice and Bryan go have fun, as long as you're back by dinner time, young lady."

"Ok, mom. See you later," Bailey replied before she and Brice both took off in the direction of their cousin Bryan's house.

Buttercup just shook her head as she watched her nephew and daughter land in front of a house that was four houses down from where she stood.

"It'd be nice if Brice would follow in his parents' footsteps and set a good example for Bailey and Bryan," she said to herself.

Just then, she felt her husband's arms encircle her and she jumped slightly before glancing over her shoulder at him as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that, honey," she scolded.

"Sorry, babe. You were so deep in thought and didn't hear me approach," he replied.

She leaned back into his embrace.

"Have you given any thought about trying for baby number three, honey?" he asked suddenly.

"Honey, why do we need another child? Two kids are plenty."

"I know. I thought it'd be nice to have a third child, that's all."

She finally turned around and looked into her husband's eyes.

"You really want another baby, don't you?" she asked.

"It'd be nice" he said.

"I'd like that too if it weren't for the fact that each of our siblings only have two kids. I'd feel odd having three kids rather then two," she admitted.

He again rested his chin on her shoulder as they watched a triple streak of pale red, dark green and pale blue take off from Bryan's house. Just then, the front door of their house opened and seven year old Brett emerged, only to join his parents.

"Mom?" he questioned.

They both turned to face him.

"What is it, Brett?"

"Do you mind if I hang out with Brianna and Bree?"

She lifted an eyebrow.

"You too, young man?"

"Please, mom? It's not fair that Bailey gets to do stuff with Brice and Bryan without inviting Brianna, me and Bree."

She glanced at her husband,

"He's got a point, honey," he said.

"Fine. Go ahead, Brett. But I expect you and your older sister home by dinnertime, understand?"

"Got it, mom. Bye," he said before taking off in the direction of Brianna's house, only to be met midway there by a streak of carnation and the two light streaks were joined by a third light streak of dark blue.

The three streaks headed away from where their older siblings had chosen to hang out in.

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Currently unaware that he, his little sister and their four cousins would be intentionally sent into the past, Brice, Bailey and Bryan were in the middle of playing some of the arcade games. Seated next to her older cousin at the car race game, Bailey glanced over at him, only to notice the look of concertation he currently had on his face.

"Brice?" she questioned him.

"What is it, Bailey?"

"Let's get out of here," she replied.

He glanced over at her.

"And go where?"

"To the ice cream parlor?"

"Sure. Hey, Bryan!" he called out to their blonde haired cousin.

"What?"

"Let's go get some ice cream."

"Good idea," Bryan replied before they all headed towards the ice cream parlor, unaware that their younger siblings were also there.