(Let's imagine that Randy Orton was their friend. Now Randy has to go somewhere and The Shield has to take care of his daughter, Alanna Marie Orton.)
"No Randy!" Dean whined. "I am not taking care of your daughter!"
"We can't." Seth explained. "She's one!"
"Come on guys." Randy pleaded. "Roman, you have experience. You have a daughter."
"You might want to highlight the fact that I am also a wrestler and not able to spend so much time with her and my daughter is three not one." Roman explained.
"She was once one year old." Randy said matter-of-factly.
"That was two years ago." Roman said putting his hands up, "I don't even remember what I had for dinner" last night, let alone remember how I took care of my daughter two years ago."
"Ugh!" Randy groaned. "You can use my latest model of Ford."
"Done" Dean said standing up.
"Okay." Seth and Roman said unison.
****Later that day****
"Wahhhhhwahhhhhwahhhhwahhhhwahhhhwahhhwahhhhwahhhhwahh." Alanna cried.
"Why is she crying?" Dean whined. "STOP CRYING ALANNA."
*Alanna cried more furiously*
"Sorry." Dean pleaded in a sweet voice. "Sorry. Nice Alanna."
"That won't help, you idiot." Roman smacked Dean on the head.
"Maybe it's hungry." Dean said.
"She, you mean." Seth interrupted. "She's hungry."
"Okay, Dean you get her milk. Seth you help me change her diaper." Roman said sniffing the air.
"Okay." Dean said running to the kitchen.
(Roman and Seth removed her diaper.)
"Hey!" Roman said. "It wasn't the baby! Her diaper is clean."
"DEAN!" Seth shouted. "YOU FARTING ANIMAL!"
Dean came from the kitchen smirking, holding a pink feeder.
"At least you got the milk. Is it mild?" Roman asked.
"Mild?" Dean asked confused.
"Check it!" Roman commanded. Dean tried to drink from the feeder. "STOP! What are you doing? You don't drink from the feeder."
"Then how am I supposed to check it?" Dean asked.
"Put some on your hand." Roman said face palming.
"Sorry. I have no business with children." Dean said muttering to himself. He dropped some drops on his hands. The milk felt mild. He handed the feeder to Roman. Roman gently made the Alanna lie down on the bed and he gave her his feeder.
"There." Roman said getting up. "She was hungry."
"Aren't you a softy?" Seth chuckled.
"She's a baby. You want me to spear her to sleep?" Roman retorted.
"That would have been easier." Dean said. Both Roman and Seth stared at him.
"Make sure he never has a baby." Roman told Seth. Seth nodded in agreement.
****Later that night****
Randy came to home to find The Shield worn out on the couch. Alanna, on the other hand, laughing and playing.
"Never are we doing this again." Dean said getting up. "Even if you buy me a Ford. She cries all the time. For food, for games,
for tv.. for everything!"
Roman helped Seth stand and all three of them left Orton's house.