Sorry for the long wait! Inspiration is hard to come by! Anyways:

'Stella's cousin Sterling has had a baby, and Stella and co. are going to babysit it! But is babysitting as easy as it sounds..?'

It was a quiet saturday afternoon in the Tremmorten household. Stella and Florence were in their usual mouse disguises, passing the time 'til Tootie came home in their cage.

Stella ran laps in her tread-wheel, and Florence played a tiny game of solitaire. They looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, and then sprang out of the cage, taking on their true forms.

"Hey Tootie!" they chorused.

"What were you up to this afternoon?" asked Florence, watching Tootie amble across her room and plop down on the bed.

"I was at my baby-sitting course." she answered him.

"A baby-sitting course?" said Stella, "Thinkin' of giving your sister a run for her money?"

"Exactly." said Tootie, "She makes a load of cash, and she's a terrible babysitter! I bet I'd make double."

"You'd make a wonderful baby-sitter, chérie." said Florence, smiling.

"Well now that you're done working, whadya wanna do?" said Stella.

"Lets play dress up!"

The bedroom was immediately converted into a boutique that would put the fanciest places in New York and Paris to shame.

"What would you like to try on first, Mademoiselle?" asked Florence, a tape-measure slung over his shoulder and a catalogue in his hands. "The new Mermaid Mirage line has just arrived."

Tootie was just selecting a scaly aquamarine pencil-skirt and matching blouse when Stella's wand started glowing and began to play the song 'Silver and Gold'.

"Whoops! Sorry, I've got a call!" said Stella. She floated a little ways away to take the call.

"Hiya cuz, long time no see! Well, not really see, cause it's a phone call, but you get the pic- huh? Yes of course! Anything for you cuz! But what- Huh? WHA?! You did?! When!? You never told- Well okay but- Wowee wow! I'll do the best job ever! You come over right away!"

Stella flicked her wand and the glow died. She whirled around and sped over to Tootie and Florence.

"Guys!" she squealed, "Guys guys guys! My Cousin Sterling had a baby!"

"What?!" cried Florence and Tootie in unison.

"I know! Isn't it great?!" gushes Stella, "I didn't even know he was married! You know, I never thought he'd be one to get pregnant, what with his twitch and all, but-"

"Wait wait wait-" said Tootie, waving her hands, "Did you say 'I never thought HE'd be one to get pregnant'?!"

"Oh, we apologize Tootie, we haven't explained yet-" said Florence quickly, "-In our species, it is the male who becomes pregnant, not the female."

"Really? That's weird!" said Tootie, shaking her head in wonder.

"It's weird to us that you girls have the babies." said Stella, matter-of-factly. "And so many at a time. In Fairy world, we weren't allowed to have babies for ages, 'cause after Cosmo was born, there was a sort of unspoken rule-"

"Cosmo?" said Tootie, "You mean Timmy's Godfather?" She remembered the goofy green-haired Fairy she'd met recently. She wondered what he could have possibly done to cause a massive ban on fairy birth.

"Yes." said Florence, shivering a little, "When he was born, his magic was so great and uncontrollable –even more so than most fairy babies– that he nearly destroyed Fairy World several times over. He caused so much trouble, in fact, that Jorgen Von Strangle, keeper of the rules, decided to add a new, honorary rule; To ban all fairy births, and the wishing of a fairy birth after Cosmo's, so that no fairy baby could ever threaten the safety of Fairy World again."

"Whoa." said Tootie, "That's kinda harsh."

"Well, about 10,000 years later or so, he changed that." said Stella.

"Why?" asked Tootie.

"Poof was born!" said Stella and Florence, together.

"You mean Timmy's Godbrother?" said Tootie, "Cosmo's son? That's kinda funny."

"It is…" said Florence, frowning. Stella, meanwhile, was laughing loudly. She trailed off and frowned as well.

"Not it's not. I don't think it's funny. I thought it was, but it's not." she said.

"But why did Poof change all that?" asked Tootie, ignoring her godmother.

"Well, he was just such a perfect child," explained Florence, "That M. Von Strangle decided that he could give fairy babies another chance."

"And so, cousin Sterling is bringing his baby over today so we can babysit!" cried Stella, excitedly.

As if on cue, three fairies appeared in the middle of the room. Sterling Stellar was an odd looking fairy, to say the least. He had silvery-white hair, which looked like tentacles curling springily around his face. Tootie could see flecks of purple in the white, the same purple of his eyes. She wondered if his hair had once matched his eyes, and what had happened to change it. He was also extremely jittery. He wore an expression of suppressed terror and his whole body trembled slightly. His entire manner made Tootie think he was a severely nervous individual.

His wife, in contrast, was a plump, amiable looking woman with elaborately styled turquoise hair and eyes to match. She was carrying a bundle of blue cloth in her arms, which, on closer inspection, held a tiny round baby.

"Sterling!" squealed Stella, swooping towards her cousin to embrace him. Sterling poofed away with a shrill scream. Stella waved her arms in empty air, looking puzzled.

"Sterling!" called his wife, patiently, "Come out now. She isn't going to hurt you."

A few moments later, Sterling Stellar faded back into view, all the way across the room, shuddering more violently than ever.

Stella turned to Sterling's wife.

"Hi!" she said, shaking the other woman's free hand, "I'm Stella! What's your name?"

"So you are… Sterling has told me a lot about you." said Sterling's wife, looking Stella up and down, "My name is Zillian. This is our son, Berry."

Stella, Florence and Tootie gathered around, and Zillian held up the bundle of baby.

Berry Stellar quite resembled his name. He was round and swaddled in a sky-blue onesie that matched his eyes. He smiled at the onlookers and giggled a little.

As to be expected, a chorus of 'Awwwww!'s followed.

"He's adorable!" said Stella, happily.

"P-pleathe Thtella," said Sterling, who had approached, still shaking violently. He had a pronounced lisp. "T-treat him with care. Everybody elthe ith buthy and you're the only one I could find to take care of him!"

"I'm sure he'll be fine." said Zillian gently, "Look, there's a responsible-looking young man with her, as well as a godchild. They will take good care of him." she motioned to Florence and Tootie in turn.

Sterling looked from Stella to his son to Florence and then to Tootie and then back.

"O-okay." he said, finally.

"We'll be back this evening to pick him up." said Zillian. "Here's a list of things he'll eat, –he's a very picky eater you know– and his pacifier."

With that, she handed Berry to Florence, and then she and her husband poofed away.

"That was a bit weird." said Tootie. "Stella, what happened to him?"

"Whadya mean?" said Stella.

"What happened to your cousin Sterling? He looked… well… crazy."

"Oh, he's always looked that way." said Stella airily, "Ever since he came to stay over night at our place on christmas that one time, anyways."

Tootie and Florence exchanged looks. Then all three gathered around Berry.

Berry certainly was adorable; he blinked wonderingly up at them, sucking on his pudgy little hand. He was young enough that he couldn't speak, but he did make a few gurgling sounds.

"Hi Berry!" said Stella, in a loud whisper, "I'm your auntie Stella!"

Berry burbled and smiled.

"Babies don't do much." commented Stella.

"They are babies." replied Florence, with a shrug.

"He's going to sleep." said Stella.

"Then we shall put him somewhere quiet." said Florence. He waved his wand and a small, Jewish spinning top landed on the floor with a soft 'plunk'.

"A dreidel?" said Tootie.

"I was going for a cradle." said Florence, sheepishly. Stella darted forwards and grabbed the spinning top.

"Yay!" she cried, "I love these! Lets sing the dreidel song! Dreidel dreidel dreidel! I made it out of-"

"SSSHHH!" shushed Florence and Tootie, vehemently. Luckily, Berry didn't wake up. Stella looked embarrassed and poofed the dreidel away, replacing it with a cradle, which they settled Berry into.

They left him to rock in the corner and went back to their dress up game. Tootie amused herself for a time, trying on different ludicrous outfits with the help of Stella and Florence. She practically forgot that Berry was there… until he started to cry.

"wwwwaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

A wail came from the cradle, causing the child and her two fairies to cringe. They rushed to the cradle and Stella scooped Berry up in her arms.

"What's wrong li'l guy?" she cooed.

The baby responded by crying harder.

"I don't know how to take care of babies!" yelped Stella, the crying quickly unbalancing her nerves, "I've only ever had godkids who were- well- kid-aged!"

"Calm down, calm down," said Florence, "We'll just-"

Just then, Berry began to glow and a storm cloud gathered in the room. Lightning struck all at once, one bolt hitting Florence, another bolt hitting Tootie's lamp, and a third striking a piece of paper lying on the ground.

Florence hit the ground, stunned and blackened. Berry continued to cry.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, TWERP?!" came a shout from downstairs.

"Oh no!" yelped Tootie, "Vicky!"

Quick as a flash, Stella waved her wand. The room reverted to normal –except for the storm cloud– and she, Florence and Berry transformed into cuddly plush toys that fell to the ground.

Vicky threw open the door and stared around the room.

"What are you doing that's making so much noise?!" snarled Vicky. Her presence was always guarenteed to cause tears in small children, and when Berry caught sight of her, he began to wail even louder.

To Tootie's horror, Vicky stomped over and snatched Berry up.

"You know I hate these stupid crying baby-dolls!" she shouted. Then her expression turned ugly. "Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson!"

She was about to leave the room with Berry, probably to do something unspeakable to him, when another magical occurrence occurred. The Timmy posters on Tootie's walls came alive. The Timmys leapt out of their flat paper worlds and surrounded Vicky, who cried out in horror.

"What's happening?!" she shrieked, "This is like a bad dream!"

She took a swipe at one of the Timmys, who dodged, and another one pushed her. The Timmys shoved her, bit her and scratched her, laughing eerily.

Tootie watched, helplessly, unable to do anything without revealing her Godparents. Finally, the Timmys decided to carry Vicky off. Three of them hefted her onto their shoulders and carried her away while the rest ran off into the house. Vicky let go of Berry, who bounced to the ground, still screaming.

"Oh no!" cried Tootie in despair, "This is a disaster!"

"You're telling me!" said Stella, poofing herself and the other two fairies back to normal. "What do we do?"

"We have to get those Timmys back!" said Tootie. "I wish all the Timmys were back in their posters!"

Florence shook his head dazedly. "We can't Tootie… they all need to be in the same room…"

"Then go get them!" said Stella. She waved her wand, and suddenly Florence was cured of his encounter with the lightning, and was also a human. A large net appeared in his hand. He dropped it in surprise.

"A butterfly net?!"

"It won't affect ya, silly, you're human now!" said Stella, scooping up Berry, "Now go git'em!"

Florence trotted clumsily off. Meanwhile, Stella bounced Berry in her arms.

"Whado I do Whado I do Whado I do?!" she babbled.

"My babysitting course said that you've gotta find out what a crying baby wants first!" said Tootie suddenly, remembering the day's lesson.

"Okay!" said Stella, "Are you hungry, Berry? Stinky? Bored? Suffering from an existential crisis?"

The baby simply wailed and caused the storm cloud in the ceiling to rain frogs.

"He won't answer you!" cried Tootie, shooing frogs away from her, "You have to guess by process of elimination! Does he smell?"

Stella sniffed the baby.

"He smells like baby." she shouted, over the croaking of the frogs and the rumbling of the storm cloud.

"Then he doesn't need a change! When did he last eat?" yelled Tootie.

"I don't know!" shouted Stella.

"Then he's probably hungry! Where's the list of foods?!" yelled Tootie. They searched around, only to cry out in horror. The lightning had vaporized the sheet of paper.

"We're doomed!" howled Stella, "Dooooooomed!"

"We're not doomed!" shouted Tootie, "We just have to guess what he likes!"

Berry took this moment to glow again and cause the storm cloud to belch out more creatures; this time, it was spiders. Tootie shrieked and leapt out of her room to avoid the large creepy-crawlies.

"Yuck!" said Stella. She poofed outside and slammed the door to Tootie's room. They ran down the hallway and into the bathroom. Florence ran past them, chasing after an errant Timmy.

"Come back here!" he cried, swinging his butterfly net.

"Nyeh nyeh!" said the Timmy.

Tootie closed the bathroom door and leaned against it.

"Okay!" she said, "I wish for a lot of different food!"

Stella waved her wand and the bathtub was filled with an assortment of foods.

"Here Berry," said Stella, picking up a breadstick and poking it into his mouth, "Want some bread?"

The baby howled and the toilet shot open, spewing water hard enough that it blew a hole through the ceiling.

"Okay okay!" yelped Stella, "Maybe some kumquat?"

They tried food after food, but Berry turned his nose up at everything. The room was slowly filling with water from the now overflowing sink, toilet and bathtub, and the food was getting soggy. Stella compulsively took bites out of all the refused snacks, becoming more and more agitated.

"It's hopeless!" she cried, "We're doomed! Doooomed I say!"

"We can't be!" cried Tootie, "We just can't be!"

"What does your babysitting course say to do when the baby makes stuff overflow and posters come alive?!" asked Stella wildly.

"The course says- it says that if there's a situation we can't handle, we should call an adult who knows what to do!"

"BUT WE DON'T KNOW ANYBODY WHO KNOWS WHAT TO DO!" howled Stella.

"Wait!" cried Tootie, snapping her fingers, "Yes we do! We do know someone!"

"Who?!" cried Stella.

Wanda Fairywinkle was floating leisurely along with her husband and son. They were all in the forms of balloons, being toted by their godson, Timmy. Suddenly, her wand rang.

"I've got a call." she said.

"Who is it?!" said Cosmo, "Is it the Ghost Busters? I thought YOU had to call THEM!"

"No, Cosmo," said Wanda patiently, "It's… Tootie's godmother!"

"Huh?" said Timmy, hearing his stalker's name.

"She's- Oh my! We have to go there right away!" said Wanda, urgently, "They have a fairy baby throwing a tantrum!"

"Another fairy baby?" said Timmy.

"Lets go!" said Cosmo happily, and they all poofed into Tootie's bathroom.

It was a mess. The water was up to their waists and soggy food was floating everywhere. Cosmo immediately snatched a piece of cake floating by and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Yay!" he cried, "Wet-bathroom-cake! My favourite!"

"Help us!" whimpered Stella, holding up Berry, who was still screaming.

Wanda immediately got down to business. She waved her wand and the food and water disappeared. Then she picked up Berry and rocked him gently in her arms.

"You're hungry." she said, nodding. She looked up. "What does he eat?"

"We don't know!" Stella said, "He blew up the list!"

Wanda frowned.

"Poof, can you ask him what he wants to eat?" asked Wanda. Poof approached the fellow infant and spoke to him.

"Poof poof!" he said. The baby gabbled indistinctly back.

"Poof poof! Poof poof poof!" said Poof. He shook his magic rattle and a large plate of breaded calamari appeared. Berry saw it and devoured the entire plate.

"Alright." said Wanda. She opened the bathroom door and went to Tootie's room.

"Eugh." she said, when she saw the state of the room.

The storm cloud was still there. She waved her wand, and it disappeared, along with the spiders and frogs. She found Berry's pacifier, cleaned it off, and stuck it in his mouth. Then she turned to Stella and Tootie, who were looking stunned.

"Who's baby is this?" she asked, in an authoritative tone.

"My cousin's." mumbled Stella.

"Are you babysitting him?" Wanda asked.

"Yes'am" replied Stella.

"You have no idea how to take care of babies, do you?" said Wanda, exasperatedly.

"NO MA'AM!" wailed Stella.

"You should have called me earlier." said Wanda.

"We're sorry- We didn't think-" whimpered Stella.

"I can see that." said Wanda, ruefully. She turned to her godson. "Do you mind if we stay and help take care of the baby?"

Two Timmys shook their heads.

"What the-" said Wanda. Florence chose this moment to burst into the room and slam his butterfly net over one of the Timmys. This caused a stir among the newly arrived fairies, until they realized that Florence wasn't really a human.

"Got you!" Florence shouted. He was carrying a sack of wriggling Timmys over his shoulder and breathing hard.

"Hey!" shouted the Timmy, "Let me go you maniac! What are you doing?!"

"Don't fool with me!" snarled Florence, "You have to join your fellows and get back in the posters!"

"What?!"

"Florence, I think that's the real Timmy!" cried Tootie.

Florence seemed to realize who had arrived. The other Timmy laughed and ran off.

"Oh no you don't!" said Wanda. She waved her wand and the two Timmys switched places. Tootie ran to hug the real Timmy, who flailed and backed away.

Florence dropped the sack of struggling Timmys on the ground, withdrew his wand and waved it. All the Timmys returned to their posters, and he became a fairy again.

"Thank you very much, Mme. Fairywinkle." said Florence, bowing to Wanda.

"Yeah! You're a life-saver!" cried Stella.

"Next time you go fairy babysitting, be sure to call me." said Wanda, gently. "I don't mind."

The rest of the afternoon was spent keeping Berry happy. Florence had gone off and found Vicky tied up in the garage. He'd taken on the form of a policeman and convinced her that the happenings in the house had simply been figments of her imagination, and that she'd been tied up by thugs, which he was chasing.

When Sterling and Zillian returned, they found Stella, Tootie and Florence sitting by the cradle, reading Berry a story. Wanda, Cosmo, Poof and Timmy had since departed, confident that Tootie and co. could manage on their own now.

"G-goodneth!" said Sterling, "Everything'th… fine! No fireth! Or ghotht portalth! Or-"

"Thank you for babysitting," interrupted Zillian, floating forwards to pick up her son, who giggled and chirped. "Look at Berry! He looks so happy! You've done an excellent job!"

Stella, Florence and Tootie nodded, false grins plastered on their faces.

"You know, we'd just love it if you could babysit Berry all the time!" said Zillian, smiling.

"NO!" shouted Stella, "I mean- n-no thanks! We're busy! Super busy! Gotta take care of Tootie! Yep, busy with our godchild! You gotta go! Bye Berry and Zillian and Cousin Sterling!"

Stella pushed them towards the door.

"Well… bye!" said Zillian, in surprise. They poofed away. Stella crumpled.

"I never wanna see a baby again." she mumbled into the carpet.

"Hey, Stella…" said Tootie, pointing to Stella's bangs, "Is that a white hair?"

Stella conjured a mirror and stared into it. She shrieked, staring at what was indeed a silvery-white hair among her orange ones.

She began shaking all over, and she curled up into a ball.

"Thith ith not happening, thith ith not happening!" she whimpered, rocking back and forth.

Florence and Tootie glanced at each other. Something told them that if Sterling could see her now, he'd be laughing.

Once again, sorry for the wait! If you're still reading my stories, thank you very much! You're wonderful!

Now, I've got a proposition for you guys! Since ideas for future chapters are running kinda low, I want to know what you want to see in future chapters! If you've got an idea for something you wanna see in a future chapter, please put it in a review and I'll see if I can write a chapter/episode about it! It would help a lot! Your reviews are much appreciated. Thanks for reading! -TS