Author's Note: My sincerest apologies for taking so long to get this chapter up. Things have been quite busy and crazy over the last couple of days, not to mention, intense to a degree, and I've found myself feeling quite tired, but before I'm possibly not around for a couple of days, I thought I'd see to getting up another chapter in this story. And so, let's see to the next chapter, and I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 10, Waiter, there's a Baby in my Soup (Revisited)
Stu walked into the bathroom to find his pair of good socks floating around in the toilet bowl, and Dil staring at this sight with fascination.
"Dil no!" Stu cried, just as Peter and Tommy, dressed for the dinner walked to the bathroom door.
"Something wrong Stu?" Peter asked.
"Yes there's something wrong. Apparently my good socks ended up in the toilet. Oh why does this always happen to me right before an important dinner?" Stu asked, fishing his now ruined socks out of the toilet, while Peter picked up Dil and moved him out to the hall with his brother.
Both boys were already dressed to go to dinner, as they stood there, sat there in Dil's case, listening to the conversation.
"Well before my first dinner with Mr. Mucklehoney, Tommy proceeded to put my tie into the toilet. I managed to stop him before the entire thing went in there, but sadly, Dil did a number on these socks." Stu said, heading out of the bathroom back to his room where Peter followed him to help him find a new pair of socks and his shoes, as they needed to be leaving at this point.
Dil turned to his brother with a smile.
"You put daddy's tie in the potty? Neat!" Dil cried.
However, his two-year-old brother didn't answer, as he turned away, looking embarrassed. Sure, back when that happened, he found such behavior amusing, but now, a year later, he found doing stuff like that very immature. However, he knew his brother was close to the age he was when he pulled similar actions, as that business dinner occurred not long after his first birthday, so he just kept quiet, not wishing to start a scene, seeing he was already unimpressed he had to be awakened from his nap only to learn he had to go to another boring business dinner, the last thing on the toddler's agenda.
A little while later, Stu had on a fresh pair of socks and shoes, and everybody was ready to go. Peter came and got the boys.
"Okay boys, it's time to go." Peter said, picking up Dil who giggled excitedly.
Tommy on-the-other-hand, stood there, his arms crossed, not moving.
"Come on Tommy, time to go." Peter said.
"I'm not going! I'm staying home, or going to find Chuckie to apologize." Tommy snapped.
"Tommy, you're going to dinner, whether you want to or not. Now come on." Peter said, grabbing Tommy's hand and leading him down the stairs.
While he thought he had gotten the toddler calm, the outbursts of the stubborn two-year-old terror started up again outside when they were next to Stu's car in the driveway, when Tommy threw himself down on the driveway.
"Come on Tommy, time to get in the car!" Peter protested.
"No! I'm not going!" Tommy cried again.
"Come on Tommy, maybe it will be fun!" Peter said, going around and strapping Dil in his car seat on the passenger side of the car, while Tommy, on the driver's side of the car, sat up in the driveway.
"It's no fun, it's boring." Tommy said.
"Now Tommy, you never know until you try. You're always telling that to Chuckie and your friends, now, why not listen to your own advice, hmmm?" Peter said.
Of course, just the mention of Chuckie's name set him off, as he was worried he might have ended a friendship for good earlier that same day with his out of anger attack towards him. Tommy started wailing at the top of his lungs, as Peter came and picked him up, placing him into his car seat, where he sat on the edge of his seat.
"I'm not going!" Tommy shouted again between his sobs, hoping Peter would listen to him this time.
"I'm sorry, but you don't get a choice. You can say it all you want, but you're going. Now, sit back." Peter demanded, nearly forcing Tommy back in the car seat.
The Confederacy king was starting to run out of patience, as Tommy was going through a phase that nobody would have expected such a cheerful, usually optimistic little boy to go through. Peter finally got him into a position where he could get him buckled into his car seat, when Tommy put his hand over the clasp that went across his chest.
"I wanna do it." Tommy snapped.
"Well do it quickly. We're already running late as it is." Peter protested.
But Tommy, had other ideas, as he reached down and started unfascining the buckle that strapped his legs in. Peter stopped him, buckling Tommy himself.
"I wanted to do it." Tommy wined.
"No, you wanted to get out of going and try to run away to Chuckie's house. I'm sorry Tommy, but you're not seeing Chuckie tonight. You'll see him tomorrow when I take you, Dil, and your friends to the park. Now, sit still." Peter said impatiently, as he pulled a roll of duck tape out of his gray Confederacy uniform, and upon refascining the straps on Tommy's car seat, he placed duck tape over the buckles.
"There, now we can get to the restaurant in one piece." Peter said, wrapping the duck tape around the buckles a couple of times, before putting the roll back into his pocket and heading around to the passenger side of the car and getting in himself.
Stu fed Spike and Spiffi their supper, since Didi had long since left for the Lipschitz seminar, then came out just as soon as Peter had gotten in the car, managing to miss the mayhem of his oldest son's antics.
"Let's go guys." Stu said, getting into the car, starting it up, and heading in the direction of the restaurant.
All the way there, Tommy proceeded to cry and scream from the back seat, feeling trapped and uncomfortable.
"What's wrong Tommy?" Dil asked.
"Nothing Dil, just, leave me alone!" Tommy cried.
"Wanna play the car game again?" Dil asked.
"No!" Tommy snapped, crossing his arms and looking away from his brother, glancing out the window, just as Stu passed by Chuckie's house.
Seeing it, only made the two-year-old start up again. Peter turned to Stu with concern.
"I'm worried about Tommy, he hasn't been himself lately." Peter said.
"Relax Peter, according to Lipschitz, two-year-olds are creatures of habbit. Mess up their routines, and they'll become stubborn screaming targets." Stu said, turning into the parking lot.
By this time, Tommy was only wimpering, but when he tried to undo the duck tape on his car seat, trying to get out, he grew frustrated, starting to cry again. This only caused Dil to start crying along with him, as while he didn't have duck tape on his car seat, he wasn't coordinated enough to undo the buckles, making him feel just as frustrated. However, little did the boys know their night would only get worse, as an all-too familiar family walked out of the restaurant to the parking lot to the car that sat adjacent to the Pickles car on the driver's side. It was the Mcnultys, consisting of Colleen and her five boys, Timmy, Terry, Todd, Tye, and Teddy. Colleen went to her side of the car with the four younger brothers, while Timmy went to the passenger side of the car, an evil grin on his face, as he overheard Tommy and Dil crying nearby in the next car.
"Oh look at that, it's Pickles. He's a two-year-old cry baby. Ha ha ha ha ha! Though I'm not surprised, he's been hanging out with that baby brother cry baby of his for quite sometime now. Keep babying your baby brother, and you'll both be cry babies for life. Ooh, this is so good. I can't wait to tell everybody at the park that the Pickles boys are cry babies now." Timmy said, cackling evilly, just as Peter came around to start getting Tommy out of his car seat, while Stu was getting out of the car to go get Dil out.
However, before anybody could get anybody out of the car, Peter had a very stirn word with Timmy. Meanwhile, Tommy and Dil stopped crying immediately, and the usually optimistic boy, felt just awful. He had already been having a horrible day, with getting his Reptar wagon taken away and biting his best friend in anger, hurting and scaring the poor kid, and now, he couldn't decide what was worse, being called a cry baby, or hearing his little brother being called that, along with making fun of how slow he took to grow up into a big baby all because where Timmy was concerned, Tommy babied him. It was only icing on the cake where the two-year-old was concerned, as he looked very sad and upset, staring out the open door of the car, over at Peter and Timmy.
"Timmy Mcnulty." Peter said sternly.
"Ooh, it's Peter! How's the king?" Timmy asked teasingly.
"Not very happy with you at the moment young man. How dare you call two of my good friends cry babies. You were a baby, not to mention, two-years-old once. I'm sure you cried a great deal back then too when you were upset or put in a position you didn't wish to be in." Peter said.
"Ha! I never cried as a baby." Timmy said teasingly, starting to laugh.
"I highly doubt it. And I'd stop laughing if I were you, and think about what you're about to say before you speak. You understand?" Peter scolded.
"Maybe maybe not." Timmy said teasingly, smiling up at the king.
"Don't make me use this on you young man." Peter said, pulling out Erebus and showing it to Timmy.
While he would have expected the five-and-a-half-year-old redhead to trimble in fear at the sight of his infamous sword, Timmy actually looked excited.
"Oooh! A sword! So, wanna play soldiers?" Timmy asked.
"Well that's not exactly what I had in mind Timmy." Peter replied, just as Timmy reached out with his right hand and touched Peter's sword.
He jerked his hand back, as a burning painful sensation pulsed through it.
"Ow! Your sword is burning hot!" Timmy cried.
"That's because you have no good in your heart. Erebus doesn't like you Timmy. Why not learn to be nice and treat others with respect, and maybe, someday, Erebus will like you." Peter said.
"Erebus, what kind of a goofy name is that?" Timmy cackled.
"Just, get in the car." Peter commanded, just as Colleen came around to help Timmy get into the car.
"Oh, hello Peter." Colleen greeted with a smile.
"Hello Colleen Mcnulty. I should tell you, your son has been acting like a brat. You should seriously teach him some manners." Peter said.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about it." Colleen said, getting Timmy into the car, looking less than amused.
"I'll have a word with my son about this when we get home. I'm not reprimanding him in a restaurant parking lot." Colleen thought to herself, as she went around to her side of the car and got in.
"Goodbye Peter." Colleen called from her side of the car, as she started up and saw to driving away.
Peter waved goodbye, as he turned and saw to undoing Tommy's car seat.
"Why did you tape me in here Peter?" Tommy asked.
"Because, heaven knows what you would have tried to do had I not." Peter replied, as he imagined a scenario where he had his back turned in the parking lot at the restaurant, and while he wasn't looking, Tommy had unstrapped himself from his car seat, escaped from the car, and ran out into the busy parking lot and heavy traffic street that lay ahead, trying to either find his own way home or head off to Chuckie's house to try making amends.
A few minutes later, Stu had Dil out of the car, while Peter had Tommy, and no sooner was the car locked up and they were heading inside the restaurant, when Mr. Mucklehoney walked up behind them.
"Pickles! Looks like we made it here around the same time. Great to see you again." Mr. Mucklehoney said with a smile, as Stu turned around in the parking lot, smiled, and shook his hand.
"Great to see you too Mr. Mucklehoney. Let's, head inside." Stu said, turning back around and leading everybody into the restaurant.
The restaurant was called The Red Dragon. Once called Chez Ennui, within the last year, it had closed down and been bought out by a combination Ty and Japanese company, which served both forms of quizeen at this joint. Once inside, everybody was settled at the table, Tommy and Dil next to each other in booster seats, while Peter sat across from Stu and Mr. Mucklehoney, his suitcase of inventions next to him, while Stu also had a suitcase of inventions next to him. Dil was looking around the restaurant with fascination.
"It's like a big kitchen!" Dil cried, looking around at the various tables of happy eating customers that surrounded him and his folks.
Tommy on-the-other-hand was squirming in his seat, trying to get comfortable. The poor kid would rather be anywhere else than here, not to mention, he found his tuxedo hot and itchy. Thankfully, undoing buttons of a collared shirt was something he wasn't good at doing yet, otherwise, he might have broken the rules and gotten naked, once again, testing the limits of society. Dil had picked up the spoon that lay before him at this point, being fascinated by it, as he giggled and played with it, while Stu, Peter, and Mr. Mucklehoney began their meeting as soon as the waiter brought over menus and glasses of water.
"So, I see young Tommy here has grown quite a bit since we last met, but who's this new little fellow?" Mr. Mucklehoney asked.
"Oh that's my second son, Dil Pickles." Stu replied.
"Dil Pickles, oh that's a good one Pickles." Mr. Mucklehoney said with a laugh.
"And this is my good friend and partner, King Peter Albany of the Confederacy." Stu introduced, as Peter reached across the table to shake Mr. Mucklehoney's hand.
"Well, good to meet you Albany." Mr. Mucklehoney said, shaking Peter's hand.
"Please, Mr. Mucklehoney sir, call me Peter." Peter said.
"So Pickles, as you're probably well aware, we had a bit of a setback after our Reptar racecar was recalled nearly a year ago, and we're wondering if you might be interested in selling one of your inventions to Mucklehoney Industries." Mr. Mucklehoney said.
"You know, I had originally intended on entering that Reptar corperation contest. I had produced the Reptar wagon, only, it never made it to Japan for its entry." Stu said.
"Well why not?" Mr. Mucklehoney asked.
"Don't you watch the news? It ended up in one of our forests with his kids inside of it, shortly after his youngest, Dil here was born." Peter said.
"Well no wonder our entry got picked. Yep, the Reptar racecar. It's like those power wheels cars, only it looks like Reptar. Great little car, until we received our five-hundred dollar prize, then produced several of them, which injured the kids riding them. One of them tipped over, crushing the child, and several complaints from parents came in, claiming that gas powered ride in racecars for young children, weren't very safe. It was recalled very quickly, and Cozy Comforts, a bedding company, bought the design from us, and now, they've made popular, the all-too familiar, Reptar racecar bed." Mr. Mucklehoney explained, showing Stu and Peter a picture of the Reptar racecar bed, the same bed that Zack had at his apartment.
"So what's the problem?" Peter asked.
"Well while Cozy Comforts was interested in merging their company with us, we had a huge argument a few days ago and they decided to leave. We're not sure what to do, and we were wondering if you had any ideas." Mr. Mucklehoney said.
"Well, I must say, I've been facing inventor's block as of late, till my two-year-old son here got me to produce the first ever water bed with the latest in auqua relaxing technology, only it was a huge failure. Thankfully, my good friend Peter here came to my rescue, just as he did back when my Age Decreaser failed a hair over a year ago now." Stu said.
"Age Decreaser, what's that?" Mr. Mucklehoney asked.
"A wonderful invention, that allows a person to be made younger to any age. The product was tested on famous child Psychologist, Dr. Lipschitz. Look, here he is as a baby, after the original invention exploded." Peter said, showing Mr. Mucklehoney a picture of Dr. Lipschitz as a baby.
"And here he is, back to his normal self, after the invention was fixed, with the help of yours truly." Peter said, showing another picture of the adult Dr. Lipschitz, standing next to the Age Decreaser.
"Wow! Now that's, amazing! You know Albany, not sure what kind of time you have, but what do you have in mind for some inventions?" Mr. Mucklehoney asked.
While this was going on, Tommy, while bored and about ready to pass out, looking very droopy at the table listened, he couldn't believe what he heard.
"The Lipschitz isn't a baby?" Tommy thought to himself, as Dil continued to play with his spoon, throwing it in Tommy's direction and hitting him in the head.
"Bull's eye!" Dil cried.
"Ow! Dil, please, don't throw stuff, it's not very big baby like." Tommy said.
Dil giggled, as Tommy let out a sigh.
"What's wrong Tommy?" Dil asked.
"I'm bored and tired Dil." Tommy replied, as he looked down at the carpeted floor.
Then, an idea came to the tired two-year-old, as he climbed down from his booster seat while nobody was looking, because the other adults were too engrossed in their conversation at the table.
"Where are you going?" Dil asked, climbing down from his booster seat and crawling over to where Tommy had stretched out on the floor, about ready to fall asleep.
"Just, getting more comfortable. Night Dilly." Tommy said sleepily, closing his eyes and passing out.
Dil sat up on his knees and stared at his brother in shock. Though it did make sense. They would take naps on the carpeted floor at home, why not do it in this place too.
At that moment, the waiter returned and took their orders for soup and appetizers, when the man nearly stepped on Tommy.
"Ow!" The waiter cried.
"What's the matter sir?" Peter asked.
"I stepped on this small child." The waiter replied, just as Peter stared down at the floor in between the booster seats, where Dil had crawled beneath his seat, disappearing out of sight, but Tommy continued to lie on the floor, asleep and motionless.
"Tommy, get off the floor." Peter scolded, until he noticed the child had passed out, obviously not listening to him.
He thought about waking him up, then recalled the evening they had trying to get to the restaurant in the first place, and decided against it.
"We're uh, very sorry sir." Stu said.
"Not a problem. Now, what will it be this evening?" The waiter asked.
"I'm interested in your sushi special." Mr. Mucklehoney said.
"I'll have the miso soup and some dumplings." Stu said.
"I'm interested in the shrimp Ty Ty myself, and for the boys, how about some chicken strips and cheese dumplings." Peter said.
Stu nodded, being agreeable to the order Peter put in for his boys, as the waiter finished taking the orders down on his notepad.
"Your orders are on the way." The waiter said, refilling the water glasses, and heading off to the kitchen to put in their orders.
While they waited for their food, Peter opened his suitcase he had brought with him, and lay out several of his inventions on the table.
"How about this time machine Mr. Mucklehoney. As long as the kids using it don't mess up the time space continuum, it's perfectly safe." Peter said, showing off his infamous black time machine with the display in the middle and the green go button.
"Nice, nice, but afraid Wee Willy Warp has us already beat on that. They even have one on display at the Toy Palace." Mr. Mucklehoney said.
"Oh yes, I believe I've seen that." Peter said.
"I know I've seen it." Stu said.
"Now how did this get here?" Peter said, picking up what looked like an oversized TV remote with an arrow on one end.
It was black, and had number buttons on it, arranged similarly to those arranged on a telephone keypad.
"What do you got there Albany?" Mr. Mucklehoney asked.
"Uh, that's Peter, and this is currently an unfinished piece of work. It's the Dimention Remote. It allows us to meet ourselves from other dimentions." Peter said, pointing the device at Mr. Mucklehoney, and pressing the number five.
At that moment, a beam of white light hit Mr. Mucklehoney, who was laughing at this point, in disbelief of what Peter was talking about, and all of the sudden, another Mr. Mucklehoney look alike was sitting in the one deserted chair that sat across from Tommy and Dil's booster seats. He had the same face and body structure as the original Mr. Mucklehoney, but Mr. Mucklehoney-5 had a very serious expression, was wearing black pants, a white collared shirt, a dark gray coat, and he wore a black tie, while the original Mr. Mucklehoney was wearing a red coat, yellow collared shirt, and blue tie.
Mr. Mucklehoney stared in shock at his look alike that sat at the table with them.
"Wow wow, look at that Albany, you created my clone. Oh that's good." Mr. Mucklehoney said, laughing histarically.
Of course, that all changed, when Mr. Mucklehoney-5 picked up a bread plate and threw it at Mr. Mucklehoney's head.
"I wouldn't laugh if I were you. I'm Mr. Mucklehoney from the fifth dimention, and I see nothing funny about you clowns." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 said angrily.
"Oh no." Peter muttered.
"What's the matter Peter?" Stu asked.
"Well apparently, I brought Mr. Mucklehoney from the fifth dimention to our world. In the fifth dimention, everybody there has opposite personalities. So in other words, anybody who's nice here is more or less, evil in that universe, and as seen here, while our own Mr. Mucklehoney likes to have fun and joke, Mr. Mucklehoney-5 takes everything seriously, and is peer evil." Peter explained.
"What am I like in the fifth dimention?" Stu asked.
"What are you like? Pickles, you're dead." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 replied.
"Come again?" Stu asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, at Mucklehoney Industries, we mass produced the Age Increaser." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 started to explain, pulling a picture out of his pocket that looked juch like Stu's Age Decreaser from this dimention and showed it to the other members at the table.
"That looks like my Age Decreaser!" Stu commented.
"Ha! Decreaser, well where I come from, we increase everybody's age, until they pass the death threshold. The computer let's us know when a person's expected death date is to approach, should we increase them by age, allowing them to grow up faster, or in most cases, it's a simple means of killing them off. I used it on Mr. Stu Pickles when he won the Reptar corperation prize, making me very jealous. According to the device, your expected age of death is eighty-years-old. Bumped you up to eighty-two, got a warning stating that the person would die, next thing I knew, you were lying, dead on the floor of my headquarters, and we've been going around, killing everybody off. Ha ha ha ha ha!" Mr. Mucklehoney-5 cackled evilly.
"And what about Peter?" Stu asked.
"Oh I'm not dead in that dimention. I'm just, chained to my own dungeon, dressed in orange clothes, with my hair died white, after refusing to be a test subject for Mr. Mucklehoney's invention." Peter said.
"And how do you know this?" Stu asked.
"Went to this dimention myself by flipping the switch on the back here, and met myself in that dimention. The only reason why I couldn't meet anybody other than myself is because the Peter of the fifth dimention is encased behind an electric fence. I tried to cut away at the fence with Erebus and escape, but it shocked me, prompting me to go back home. I haven't been back to this universe ever since." Peter explained.
"But I'm now in your universe, and now, I shall see, to taking over the world!" Mr. Mucklehoney-5 cried excitedly, as he saw to picking up several dishes and utencils from the table, and throwing them in every which direction, hitting several customers in the head.
He then got up, running around the restaurant, spraying salt and pepper into peoples faces, injuring several customers.
"Give me that that's mine!" Mr. Mucklehoney-5 cried, taking a half eaten dinner roll out of an elderly woman's hand and stuffing it into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Dil was watching all of this mad action from beneath his chair, as he saw this grown man running around, taking peoples food from them, throwing things, and not only acting very rude and childish, but to Dil, he was acting like a giant baby-baby. Realizing this, it suddenly hit him that if he didn't change his ways, he might end up just like this evil form of his daddy's boss someday when he's all grown up. However, he didn't have any time to think, when a plate of hot egg rolls hit him in the head.
Dil started crying loudly, which awoke Tommy next to him.
"What's wrong Dilly?" Tommy asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, noticing all of the chaos happening around him.
"That's what's going on." Dil replied, pointing to Mr. Mucklehoney-5, who was now fighting with a little boy to get his chicken wing out of his hand.
"Give it to me you good for nothing child. God damn it I hate children." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 shouted at the top of his lungs.
Meanwhile, back at their table, the real Mr. Mucklehoney sat there in his chair, the smile no longer on his face, as he trimbled in fear at this chaotic display before him. Just then, Mr. Mucklehoney-5 turned around to spot Tommy and Dil on the ground.
"Ah, babies, let's get them." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 said, throwing a knife in the direction of Tommy's head.
He dodged the knife, but wasn't so lucky when Mr. Mucklehoney-5 threw a teapot at his head, slamming in the back of his head, causing him to be knocked out on a dishes cart that was passing by at that very moment, landing on the deserted shelf on the bottom, face down.
Just then, Mr. Mucklehoney-5 came back over to his look alike, and glared at him angrily.
"All right you, join me, and we'll rule the world!" Mr. Mudcklehoney-5 said.
"Uh, no." Mr. Mucklehoney replied, backing away from his evil counterpart, inching his chair away from the table.
"Well, what about you Pickles? Care to join me?" Mr. Mucklehoney-5 asked.
"Are you kidding? No way!" Stu cried.
Just then, Mr. Mucklehoney-5 attempted to choke Stu, making him cough and gag. Peter went over, trying to push Mr. Mucklehoney-5 off of him, only for Mr. Mucklehoney-5 to pick up his left leg and kick Peter in the stomach, sending him backwards on to the floor. Then, Mr. Mucklehoney-5 proceeded to beat the stuffing out of Stu, as Dil stared at this horrible display.
"I've gotta save my daddy! Tommy?" Dil called, only to find his brother was gone.
"Tommy!" Dil cried, crawling quickly through the restaurant, until he caught up to the cart where his brother was still lying unconscious on the bottom.
He crawled on top of Tommy, just as the cart was wheeled into the kitchen over near a dish washer, as he proceeded to try to shake his brother awake, without much success. Looking around, he found he was in a giant kitchen.
"I can't wait for Tommy to wake up, I've gotta do something to save my daddy." Dil said, as he climbed some drawers up to the counter, where several ingredients were laid out, along with some finished orders.
Little did he know that the bowl of soup nearby was his daddy's order, as Dil picked up some green curry, dumping its entirety into the bowl. He then had fun, finding a bag of flour and some whip cream on the counter too, dumping the flour everywhere, and spraying the whip cream at one of the bussers washing dishes. Then, he picked up a pie and threw it in the shef's face, giggling at the mess that landed on him.
"Wow! This is fun! And look! A treat for my brother!" Dil cried, crawling over to some fish being prepared to make sushi.
Little did he know that it hadn't been fully prepared yet, making it very poisonous if eaten. No matter, Dil stuffed the item in his pants pocket of his tuxedo,since he couldn't exactly reach his diaper at that moment, just as another cart came around. Not wishing to be spotted, , he grabbed on to the cart and crawled down to the bottom shelf, knocking an order of soy beans to the floor, just as the waiter loaded on to the cart, the orders for Stu, Peter, Mr. Mucklehoney, Tommy and Dil. Completely forgetting about Tommy, Dil returned to the table, which at this point, it was one of the only tables left standing.
Peter was trying to get Mr. Mucklehoney-5 to return to his own dimention, but as soon as he had the remote pointed at Mr. Mucklehoney-5, he quickly jumped out of the way, as he continued to overturn tables in the restaurant, making a huge mess, causing several customers to run out of the building in a panic.
"What are we gonna do Peter?" Stu cried, just as their orders came.
"I don't know." Peter cried in frustration, burying his face in his hands.
Just then, the waiter came with their orders. The soup with the green curry was place down in front of Stu, just as Mr. Mucklehoney-5 ran back over to their table, where he proceeded to tie up his original counterpart with some curtains he undid from a nearby window.
"Let me go!" Mr. Mucklehoney cried, tied up to his chair, feeling useless at that point.
"Never!" Mr. Mucklehoney-5 snapped, as he turned to Stu, who was waiting for his soup to cool.
"Come on Pickles, eat your soup. It might be your last meal if I have anything to do with it." Mr. Mucklehoney-5 said, picking up the spoon and feeding Stu like he were a tiny baby.
Stu took a bite, but his face turned red as a painful look crossed his face upon tasting the awful burning green curry, which more or less, ruined the soup.
"bleas;dlweoieuroeiur." Stu cried, not being able to feel his mouth, making him talk in jibberish.
"Oh no! Mr. Mucklehoney from this other place is a growed up baby-baby, and now, he's trying to turn my daddy into one too!" Dil thought to himself, worried, as he climbed down from the food cart, and over to Peter's leg, where he tugged on his pants.
Peter stared down at Dil.
"What is it Dil?" Peter asked.
"We gotta stop him, before that evil man turns my daddy into a baby-baby!" Dil cried.
"Don't worry Dil, I got it. But where's Tommy?" Peter asked.
"I don't know." Dil replied.
Unknown to either of them, Tommy had since awakened in the kitchen. Hearing a loud crash, once he oriented himself to his surroundings, the two-year-old quietly crawled out of the kitchen into the disasterous dining room, where he crawled over to where Mr. Mucklehoney-5 was standing before Mr. Mucklehoney, tying him up to a chair. By this point, Mr. Mucklehoney-5's shoes had come untied, and Tommy tied them to the chair legs of the chair where Mr. Mucklehoney was tied up. Then, not wishing to be seen, he scooted to a corner of the restaurant, as he watched what was about to happen next.
"Hey! I can't move!" Mr. Mucklehoney cried, trying to move, but having trouble because he was now tied to the chair.
Just then, Peter was holding the bowl of Stu's soup.
"Okay Peter, now throw it at that evil man's head." Dil cried.
"Okay, but I don't know what it's going to do." Peter said, tossing the bowl of soup at Mr. Mucklehoney-5's head.
The man started licking his lips, as he got some of the horrible taste of the green curry in his mouth, nearly choking on the soup, as he fell backwards to the floor, causing the chair with the real Mr. Mucklehoney to land on top of him.
Just then, a waiter came over and untied the real Mr. Mucklehoney, while another waiter was nearby with his cell phone, calling the Police. As soon as the real Mr. Mucklehoney was untied from the back of the chair, he got up and ran for the bathroom, leaving a clear shot to Mr. Mucklehoney-5, lying on the floor of the restaurant.
"Now!" Dil cried, as Peter aimed his dimention invention at Mr. Mucklehoney-5, flipped the red switch on the back from exit, to enter, and pressed the number 5.
Just then, the white beam of light hit Mr. Mucklehoney-5, sending the Mr. Mucklehoney-5 back home to his original dimention. As soon as everybody saw what Peter had done, including the Police who had showed up at that very moment, the entire restaurant gave Peter an applause and a standing ovation.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Two elderly men called from one of the few tables that wasn't destroyed on the opposite side of the dining room, just as one of the bussers found Tommy in the corner of the restaurant, and scooped him up, taking him back to the kitchen, trying to locate his family.
Not wishing to cause anymore trouble, not to mention, at this point, Mr. Mucklehoney was hyperventalating into a paper bag, Stu ran over to Peter and Dil.
"blejablerebabababa." Stu cried, still feeling the effects of the green curry on his tongue.
Before Peter could try to figure out what Stu was trying to say, one of the police officers spoke into a bull horn.
"Would the parents of a young toddler with dark purple hair, wearing a black tuxedo with a blue Reptar tie please come to the kitchen immediately?" The officer called.
"Tommy!" Peter cried, handing Dil over to his father and rushing back to the kitchen, where one of the bussers had Tommy cradled in his arms.
"Oh, thank you for keeping Tommy safe." Peter said, grabbing the two-year-old from the nice bus boy.
"Not a problem." The bus boy said, handing Tommy over to Peter.
They headed back out to the dining room, where Stu was paying the bill, and together, they drug the petrified Mr. Mucklehoney out to the parking lot, where they escorted him to his car.
"You can calm down now Mr. Mucklehoney, that evil man is all gone now." Peter said, just as Mr. Mucklehoney took the bag away from his face.
He wasn't sure what to think at that moment. Not sure of what to say, he got into his car and drove off. The rest of them got into their car, and saw to doing the same. No sooner had they left the parking lot, when Tommy turned to his brother.
"I'm hungry." Tommy said.
It was then that Dil remembered the raw fish treat he had snuck away from the kitchen and put away in his pocket. He fished it out and handed it to his brother.
"Here you go Tommy." Dil said, handing it to him.
Tommy took a bite, and while he wasn't so sure if he liked it, he ate it anyway, seeing that by his knowledge, he either slept through dinner, or missed the biggest distruction in history, until he awoke and secretly saw to helping with ending it.
"Thanks Dilly, and I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier. I guess, I was just, having a bad day is all." Tommy said, upon finishing his fish.
"It's okay. Did you have a nice nappy?" Dil asked.
"Yeah, but I'm glad I waked up when I did or else we might still be at that place." Tommy said.
"What do you mean?" Dil asked, confused.
"I tied that evil man to the chair. Tied his shoelaces to the legs, just like I did with my daddy's the lastest time I saw that man." Tommy said.
"Are you talking of the time you put daddy's tie in the potty?" Dil asked.
"Yeah, I had to go to the restaurant then too. I was bored, so decided to go exploring. Not wanting daddy or that Mucklehoney guy to come after me, I tied his laces to the table before sneaking off." Tommy said.
"Wow! My brother's a hero!" Dil cried.
"No, you're the hero Dilly. You helped Peter make that evil man disappear." Tommy said, letting out a huge yawn, as Stu pulled into the driveway.
This entire time, Peter and Stu were quiet, as Stu still felt the effects of the green curry, making it difficult to feel his tongue, let alone, speak coherently.
"I don't know about that Mr. Mucklehoney guy, but I'm glad we made it out of there in one piece. And sorry about all of the trouble. I wasn't planning to bring that dimention prototype to the restaurant. Frollo had put it into my suitcase by mistake. No matter, I'll deal with him later. Meanwhile, I'd better be getting home and getting some sleep if I'm to return tomorrow to take the kids to the park." Peter said, stepping out of the car.
Stu nodded with a smile, as he got his boys out of their car seats and took them inside. Upon getting inside the door, he went to the kitchen where he not only fixed Tommy and Dil's bottles of hot milk, but he fixed a glass of cold milk for himself, and had a drink. Before he knew it, the spicy green curry was washed away, and he could feel his mouth again.
"Shew! I don't know what they put into my soup, but that was awful! Don't think we'll be going back to that restaurant anytime soon boys." Stu said, carrying his boys up to bed, just as Didi ccame in, returning from the Lipschitz Seminar.
"Stu, I'm back!" Didi called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay Deed. Just getting the boys to bed." Stu called from upstairs.
He had changed the boys out of their tuxidos into their pajamas, Tommy into a pair of blue footsy Reptar pajamas, and Dil into an old pair of purple footsy pajamas that use to be Tommy's, as he now fit into some of the clothes that Tommy wore at age one, and he was about to tell them a bedtime story, only to find that upon hitting the pillow in their beds, they passed out.
"Well, goodnight kids." Stu said, blowing them a kiss and shutting off the lights.
Soon, everybody was asleep in the Pickles household, that is, until Dil awoke with a start in the middle of the night, crying.
And this, ends chapter 10. So, what's going on now? Find out, come the next chapter!
Author's Note: Well, not sure if I can say that it was better than the original episode where we meet Mr. Mucklehoney in his only appearance on the series, but I hope this chapter turned out okay. Also, I thought about looking at how Zack's sleepover was going at Chuckie's, but this chapter ended up long enough with all that took place at the restaurant. So we'll see how that went in the next chapter, or possibly the following chapter, as I do believe I only have five chapters left to get released at this time. Also, the Age Decreaser belongs to Olaughlinhunter, and the idea of other dimentions belongs to TCKing12. And in terms of how Tommy acted towards the beginning of the chapter was inspired by my nephew, who often acts in the same stubborn manner much of the time when we're trying to go some place. And, as far as the title of this chapter goes, I thought I heard somewhere that the original title for Waiter, there's a Baby in my Soup was going to be called, The Restaurant, but while I looked at one of the unofficial Rugrats websites to double check my sources, I couldn't find it anywhere, thus, titling this chapter the way I did, making it, more or less, a sequel to the original season 1 episode. Not sure when more chapters will become available, but hopefully, they'll be up sometime soon.