A/N - once again big thanks to my beta saiken2009. You're the best!

Hope you guys like it :-)

Sitting on the kitchen table was the chemistry set Peter had given to Micky the previous Christmas alongside a physics book and the device Mike had told Micky to dismantle earlier. Oh no, what did he do now? Mike wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know. He was about to go ask Melanie if she had seen anything when he heard a small squeak coming from underneath the table. He crouched down to see where it was coming from and found a small child, who couldn't be more than a year old, who had a suspiciously familiar mop of curly hair on his head. His clothes were pooled around his ankles.

"Papa, up!"the boy squeaked out raising his arms. Mike chuckled and wrapped the child in the t-shirt that was on the floor and picked him up.

"Oh, Micky, I'm not your papa and you know it." Mike shook his head, "What did you do to yourself?" He walked back into the living room where Melanie was looking around. "Hey, Mel, look who I found."

"Is that Micky?, Melanie gasped turning toward him.

"I'd say so," he handed Micky off to Melanie. "Can you keep an eye on him while I look for Peter and Davy?" Melanie nodded as Mike ran up the stairs. At the top of the staircase, Mike found another child: this one with sandy blond hair falling in his eyes, whose pants were also around his ankles, but luckily his shirt still hung loosely around him. Peter's old acoustic guitar, which looked worse for the ware, lay forgotten behind him. This boy looked to be around two years old and too scared to move. "Hey, Pete," Mike whispered so as not to frighten him further, "you ok, good buddy?"

"Mike, help!" Peter squealed and reached for his hand.

"Where's Davy?" Mike asked as he grasped the boy's hand.

"Davy, nap!" Peter said pointing toward the bedroom. Then he carefully walked inside, never letting go of Mike's hand.

Back downstairs, Melanie was having a rough time getting Micky to sit still; he may not have been able to walk, but he was definitely a speed crawler. She chased him from the living room to the kitchen; then back to the alcove where he hid behind his drums.

"Mama, mama, mama!" Micky chanted as he crawled making sure he had Melanie's attention and that she was following him.

"Micky!" Melanie sighed, "You know I'm not your mama. Don't you remember me?" Micky stopped crawling and looked back to her with a big goofy grin on his face. He nodded his head vigorously and pointed back to Melanie.

"Mama!" Micky cried out. Melanie rolled her eyes as she picked him up so he couldn't crawl away from her again and brought him back to the couch where she sat him on her lap.

"Now you're going to stay here with me until Mike comes back down, got it?" Micky smiled wide and nodded that he understood.

Walking into the room, Mike didn't see anything at first. It wasn't until Peter walked him closer to Davy's bed that he noticed a small lump tangled up in sheets and bedclothes.

"Oh merciful heavens," Mike exclaimed as he began untangling the mess, "sure hope you're ok, Tiny."

Once he freed Davy from his sheet prison and got a good look at the child, Mike was horrified. Davy couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. He wrapped Davy as best he could in the blanket and cradled him in his arms as gently as he could; then took Peter's hand and walked back to the staircase. Peter once again froze at the top of the stairs and refused to move.

"Come on, Pete, it's ok," Mike tried to coax, "you know these stairs inside and out. You'll be fine. I won't let go of your hand, I promise." The boy smiled up at Mike and slowly, one step at a time, made his way down with Mike.

When Peter saw Melanie he wobbled over to her and she picked him up and sat him next to her on the couch. Mike followed close behind and scooted Micky over so that Melanie could hold Davy properly; he was way too afraid of hurting the little guy.

"Not the Mama!" Micky cried pointing up at Mike. He tried to run away again, but Mike caught him before he made it off the couch.

"You're right Mick," Mike chuckled, "I'm not the mama. Who am I?"

"Papa!, Micky cried out after thinking it over. He snuggled up with Melanie on the couch and looked at Peter, smiling as if showing him something. Peter nodded his head eagerly.

"Papa," Peter said pointing to Mike, "and mama," moving back to Melanie. He smiled happily at his understanding of what Micky was trying to say.

"You guys are crazy," Mike threw his hands up in exasperation, "you guys know we aren't your parents. I know you do."

"Mike," Melanie whispered, "I don't think it's that they think we're their parents. I think they are trying to say that we are like their 'mama and papa' because we've suddenly got three children to take care of." Micky and Peter nodded in unison.

"Merciful heavens," Mike cried, "this is a disaster." Mentally exhausted from discovering his three bandmates had regressed into children; he plopped himself down on the floor and held his head in his hands. He lifted his head to look at Melanie.

"Well we've got ourselves quite a handful here, huh?" Melanie sighed as she looked from Mike to Peter, to Micky and finally to Davy.

"What are we gonna do?" Mike asked shaking his head.

"We're gonna look through that physics book of Micky's and figure out how to reverse this," Melanie started, "that's what we're gonna do. First we have to find some clothes for these little guys to wear." She cringed as she felt a warm wet spot on her lap. "And some diapers too. I'll tell you what, Mike, I'll stay here with you and help take care of these guys while we try to find a way to reverse this."

"You don't have to do that," Mike replied. "They're my responsibility."

"I know I don't have to," Melanie shot back. "I want to."

"Well as long as you're sure you know what you're getting into," Mike replied smiling. "I can't refuse an offer like that. Looks like we're gonna play house after all"