Sari didn't even attempt to calm down as she ran after Aragorn, cornering him in the computer room. "You're mine, pipsqueek."

"I don't want a bath!" he yelled. "I'm not even dirty."

"No, but you dumped out my coffee, so you're lucky that I'm just giving you a bath and not drowning you." Sari lunged forward, grabbing the boy by the shoulders. He kicked her in the shin, but Sari just lifted him up and slung him over her shoulder.

"Let me go, you evil lady!" Aragorn yelled, pounding on her back. 'Put me down."

"You may have been a ranger, and eventually a king in the book," Sari muttered. "But you have committed a mortal sin and for that you must pay the price." Kicking and screaming, she carried the boy into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Wow," Angel said blankly. "I guess we know now what happens when someone really messes with her coffee. I never made an attempt to."

"He's lucky he's a kid, otherwise she would have killed him," Cora pointed out. "I suppose we should round these ones up?"

"Oh man," Angel moaned, looking at the mess. "You can take care of them," she said, pointing to the hobbits. "I'll take them." She pointed to the Elves. "We'll just let the others fight it out for now." By that she meant Gandalf and Sarumon, who were still throwing cake. Elrond looked like he was ready to start crying because the older kids had taken away his treat and were using it as a weapon. In fact, he DID start crying.

"You wanted the Elves," Cora snickered.

"Oh, oh no,' Angel began. "Come on, little Elrond, don't cry. Please...please don't cry?" But the small tears and wimpers became full out wailing, the tears mixing with the frosting. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. "Elrond, Elrond look." Angel made a freaky funny face, and Elrond paused, but only for a second. "Cora, what do I do?"

"I don't know...try something else."

"Ummm...okay." Anegl picked up the three year olf Elf and sat him on the table, then backed up a few steps. Making funny, sing-song noises, she bounced around, when suddenly she found herself standing in a huge pile of frosting and old cake. 'Ewwww!" she squeeled, much to the delight of Elrond, who stopped crying and began to laugh. "You like that huh?" Elrond was still laghing, and going on that, Angel found some more of the mess and stepped in it.

"Angel, I think something is happening," Cora whispered to her cake-stomping friend. "Before they could talk and sorta act like they're adult selves...now they're really acting like their present ages!"

"Hmmmm....you're right!" Angel agreed. 'We'll have to point that out to Sari."

"I wonder how Sari is coming along with Aragorn," Cora wondered aloud. They both stopped to listen, hearing several starnge crashing noises, followed by shouts, and finally the water turn on. "I guess she got him into the shower." About ten minutes later Aragorn was marched down the stairs, clean, dressed (with his hair washed, A/N: yes washed!) and was immidiately tied to a chair in the living room.

"You're lucky I don't torture you with teletubies!" she threatened. Then she turned to the group in the kitchen. "Next."