Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm were driving to Bedrock's Adoption Agency. This was a big step they were taking.
"I'm so nervous and excited..." Pebbles said as she stared out the window until they made it up there. "You think the kids will like it?"
"I'm sure that they will." Bamm-Bamm said to his wife.
Pebbles smiled gently to him, she took a little deep breath before the car stopped and they would be appointed inside. They had arrived at their destination. Pebbles took another deep breath, she then smiled at Bamm-Bamm, taking his hand and they walked in together.
There were a bunch of rowdy orphan children running around as Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm walked in.
"Stop, sit, heal!" a troubled teenage girl ran after them, panting as she was out of breath with chasing down the kids she was supposed to be looking after. "*groans* Why can't you kids just listen to me?"
The kids just kept laughing and running around, so happy and carefree.
"Uh, excuse me?" Pebbles spoke up the best she could. "We're here to see Mr. McBricker...You seem familiar, have we met?"
"I don't think so," the teenage girl shrugged. "Maybe your dad's worked for my dad."
One of the kids then broke a rock-shaped lamp.
"Nigel, no!" the girl grunted.
"You don't seem to like your job very much..." Pebbles remarked.
"This is punishment, my parents talked with my uncle about how I act like a spoiled child and I needed to grow up, so he made me take a job here on my off time, if I work better at it, I won't have to be stuck here for the summer, but if I don't wise up, I have no choice..."
Another kid pulled on a girl's hair.
"Boris, you leave Elaine alone!" the girl snapped.
"Where could we find Mr. McBrickers' office?" Bamm-Bamm asked.
"Go straight down that hallway, turn left, and it's the second door on the right." the girl answered the best she could as she tried to chase down the bratty children.
One of the kids then hit Bamm-Bamm's foot with a club, but it didn't affect him as it just smashed to pieces.
"Nice try, little buddy." Bamm-Bamm chuckled, that kid reminded him a lot of him when he was around that age.
The kid just pouted and went to smash something else. Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm then walked to find Mr. McBrickers' office door. The girl sighed as she continued to sort out the kids.
Pebbles then knocked on the door.
"Yes, come in." A man's voice said.
The young couple then went in.
"Um, good afternoon, Mr. McBricker." Pebbles greeted, she was a little nervous.
"Good afternoon, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Rubble." the man replied as he looked to them from behind his desk with several framed carving pictures of various children who lived among him. One of them seemed to resemble a younger Amanda.
"You are here to sign the adoption forms, correct?" The man asked the young couple.
"Yes, sir," Bamm-Bamm nodded. "We're wishing to adopt a boy named Scott."
Pebbles also nodded with a smile.
"Alright, then I shall get the adoption forms out." The man said. He then got out the adoption forms for Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles to sign. Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm took them, chiziling their names by the X.
"Rawk!" the parrot on the call button squeaked. "Trouble for Concretia Slate."
Mr. McBricker sighed. "Teenagers..." He then heard another lamp being broken.
The parrot squawked again. "Make that another!"
Mr. McBricker sighed. "Kids these days... They just don't get scared of discipline like they used to."
"Probably just need better female or male role models." Pebbles suggested after she signed in her name.
"You're right, but I can never find one these days." Mr. McBricker said.
Bamm-Bamm gave a shrug. "Maybe my sister could help, she's always been good with kids, she treats our twins like they're her own and she always has ways of making them have fun, laugh, and play."
"Is there a way I can contact her?" Mr. McBricker asked, desperately.
"Call her at this number." Bamm-Bamm took out a stray piece of sheet rock and tapped in the name and number for him, then handing it to the man. "She should be available."
"Thank you, Mr. Rubble." Mr McBricker said as he took it.
"No problem." Bamm-Bamm replied.
"Is there anything else we need to do?" Pebbles asked.
"No, that should be all, but I will send a social worker once a month just to check with you all getting along with Scott." Mr. McBricker informed.
"We understand." Bamm-Bamm said.
They then heard another crash, meaning a vase was broken.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU KIDS!" Concretia was heard yelling.
Mr. McBricker sighed. "Thanks again, Mr. and Mrs. Rubble, have a good evening."
Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm were then on their way back into the neighborhood.
"Do you want the kids back tonight?" Pebbles asked. "It's okay if you do... I just thought maybe we could take the night off as parents..."
"We can tell the kids tomorrow and enjoy the rest of the day together alone." Bamm-Bamm said as he held his wife's hand.
Pebbles smiled, her eyes in pure zen. "Right... They're not exactly expecting us right away..."
They then went to their vehicle.
"So, where would like to go to spend time together?" Bamm-Bamm said.
"Hmm... Maybe dinner and movie?" Pebbles shrugged.
"Ah, excellent choice." Bamm-Bamm said as he started up the vehicle.
Pebbles smiled as they were now going out to eat, they would have to go to a nice place, but not too expensive, as they couldn't afford it and they weren't dressed for the occasion.
While they went out to enjoy their time together, Scott was enjoying the game that he and the twins were playing and where it looked like they were going to beat the whole entire game.