disclaimer: i own RVD! i own RVD! i own a RVD action figure! yeah... i had you fooled for a minute there huh? i don't own RVD ( the real one) or sabu, i don't even own jessica, she's my sister's... and again i'm left trying to find RVD on ebay...

sabu had never been more out of his element then when he was right now. he still couldn't believe he signed up for this, i mean wrestling, brawls and fighting he can definetly handle, he could handle people (most of the time) and he could handle rob even, had done so for a number of years, but somehow... when faced with a young girl not even ten years old, he got worried, really worried. yes, he was babysitting. can't believe it can you? well he was. terry michal brunk was babysitting. he was sitting in a room right now looking at her.

she had brown little pigtails held up in purple bows and a matching purple dress. she was staring at him. he felt like she was a predator marking her prey. he was scared. " Mr sabu sir?" uh-oh, it spoke. what should i do?? answer back? " um... yeah?" sabu replied " can you make me a doll house?" " um... not right now..." the little girl smiled " okie dokie let me rephrase that, make me a doll house or I'll kill you." sabu raised his eyebrows " er... how?" the little girl smirked " with my plasma cannon." sabu sighed a deep sigh of relief phew, she was just kidding. " look im the adult and i say your going to play in the corner until i say your parents have arrived!" honestly he knew he shouldn't have said he would look after Rob's little girl. 'just for a hour or so terry! please! Jessica is a good kid!' rob pleaded. bah! the little girl narrowed her eyes " your gonna make me a doll house now!!" eep. she had a vicious streak he could tell. " look don't make me kick your ass little girl" what can he say? it was the first thing that came to his mind. " do and I'll tell daddy, then I'll shoot you in your bed!" she narrowed her eyes " while your sleeping" sabu raised his eyebrows. not an ordinary kid...by any stretch...

" im not making you a doll house and thats final Jessica!" terry growled

two hours later...

rob van dam entered his best friends house to pick up his daughter Jessica from his scowling best friend, he got a shock.

" er... terry... why are you in pink?" his friend narrowed his eyes " cos i wanna be, stop askin' so many god dam questions..." van dam raised his eyebrows " ok let me rephrase that... why are you in a pink DRESS??" sabu sighed " lets just say... i hate your kid..." RVD's next question ended everything " and since when did Jessica have a doll house??" sabu shook his head" don't ask..." he sighed " ya don't wanna know..."