Adventures in Twin-sitting

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Adventures in Twinsitting!

Chapter 1

Posted: 10 Aug 2007

Vicky massaged her forehead to keep her migraine from erupting again. Gawd, didn't those babies ever stop making that noise? Threatening them wouldn't work, and for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to beat them into submission. It wasn't very often that Vicky disappointed herself, but it still did happen from time to time. She wondered if her hesitance had anything with the fact that the two babies were already screaming their way into her skull. She slid down into the chair. How on Earth could she possibly have a baby sister?

As suddenly as it had started, the crying stopped. Vicky sprung up in shock. The little brats were actually asleep? She frowned. They were up to something. Vicky just knew it. All she had to do was to find out what that something was. But she had get up, go up all those stairs, and sneak into their nursery. Vicky swore.

Then she got up.

She knew how she put a stop to their troublemaking. There wasn't time for any lolly gagging, however much she wanted to. Vicky crept up the stairs. Still no peep from those twins. Now Vicky was even more certain that those little rugrats were up to something. The only time that those brats were quiet was when they were plotting against her. She especially didn't like twerps that were up to something. Anything at all. It didn't really matter what. Just that they were up to something.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she spotted looking out from their room, the twins, their pink and green eyes somehow reminding her of Timmy Turner, whom she really hated. "What are you two looking at?"

They disappeared behind the door upon hearing their babysitter's words. So that's their plan, aye? Vicky thought with satisfaction. Running away? Good thing I came up to investigate and catch them in the act then. She crept in closer to make sure that they didn't try anything else while under her watch. She paused at the door to listen for any noise. A full minute passed while she listened. Nothing. She frowned. That can't be right. These brats always made some kind of noise.

Ever so gently so push the door open wider to allow her access to the nursery. She saw the crib, the changing table, the toy box, and some toys that were strewn over the floor of the darkened room. But not the babies. She took a quick peek behind the door. They weren't there either. Vicky's smile turned into a scowl. Just where were they hiding?

Vicky went to the window, even though she did know it was barred form the outside and the twins couldn't possibly get out that a way. She looked out and saw the bars set a scant six inches from the pane. She tested the window. Sure enough, it was locked. Satisfied with the window, she began to turn toward the closet.

But before she was finished turning, she felt something move behind her. "What was that?" she snapped as she faced the closet. She found it open and trail of clothes spilling out of it. She screamed furiously as she ran out of the room.

The twins emerged from the closet with sly grins on their faces.

-OOO-

"I wonder how well Vicky is handling babysitting actual babies," Tootie asked the canopy of her bed.

It made no reply.

"That's what I thought," she sighed.

Vicky had left an hour earlier, leaving her little all alone in the house. Tootie only wished that somebody had told her where Mom and Dad went. No one ever did. She sat up. She was starting to get a little lonely. She almost wished for Vicky's company.

But not quite.

"I wonder if Timmy is home," she said finally. She hopped down from her bed and headed for the living room to use the phone.

Tootie began to feel even more alone as he went down the deserted hallway. She passed by a picture of the whole family together, and she remembered that her mother did tell her where they were going but Vicky was distracting her with the usual demands. Tootie hung her head and sighed. Why couldn't she be an only child like Timmy was? But then she supposed she wouldn't be if her mom and dad had only one kid. She sighed before turning the corner before climbing down the stairs.

The phone rang.

Tootie looked up in surprise. Who could be calling at this time of night? She hurried down the stairs and picked up the phone. "Spain residence. This is Tootie speaking."

"Get over here, twerp," Vicky's voice sent over the line. "I require your help. Now."

"But what about Mom and Dad, Vicky?"

"What about them?"

"Wouldn't they be worried that I'm gone when they get back?"

"I'll tell them you're over here. Now GET OVER HERE!!!"

Tootie nodded before she remembered that Vicky couldn't see her. "I'm on way."

"You'd better be," Vicky growled.

As Tootie hung up the phone, she wondered why her sister had demanded her help. Vicky had never done so before. What was happening at the Anderson residence?

-OOO-

After twenty minutes of searching, Vicky had finally tracked down the way-ward brats. "You thought you could pull one over on Vicky Spain, did you?" She gave a small laugh. "Now I will have to give your pun-ish-ment."

The pink-haired girl picked up a block, considering it. And promptly threw it at Vicky's forehead. Vicky tried to duck, but the younger girl seemed to have preternatural throwing skills, as she was struck in the middle of her forehead despite moving.

After rubbing her forehead, Vicky growled and lunged toward the girl. "I'll get you yet."

The baby didn't seem the least bit intimated. That'll soon change, Vicky promised herself. She lunged….

And fell flat on her face. Not bothering to get back up, she mused that those twins were beginning to seem a little too familiar. But that couldn't so. The only baby that Vicky had ever seen was Tootie, but she had never seen that sort of behavior from her. And these brats looked nothing like Vicky's baby sister.

But none of that was important. What was important was that she had to deal with these two brats. And quickly. If she didn't regain control soon, she never would. Which was she had her sister come over. She was out-numbered here. If she hoped to maintain her control over the situation, which she did, she was going to need another pair of eyes. And hands. And Tootie's were the eyes and hands that she trusted the most. After all, the little twerp knew that she had better cooperate.

Or else.

But Vicky that there was some distance from their house to this one, so it would a while before Tootie arrived, so for now Vicky was still on her own with these two brats. But there were only babies. If she couldn't handle these two by herself until help arrived, she wasn't worth her salt as a babysitter. And she was being paid by the hour.

She jerked up and cursed her inattentiveness. Much to her non-surprise, the brat was gone. "Great. Just great," she muttered. Now she was going to find the little monsters and round them up. If she didn't, there was no telling what sorts of trouble they could cause for her. That was something that she wasn't about to let happen.

She began to search through the house for those two little brats.