Compromising Positions

Jean struggled to empty her brain of the fuzzy feelings surrounding her. She opened her eyes and looked around and then shut them again. Oh please let this be a dream…She thought.

She opened her eyes again. "No…it's not." She was wearing nothing but some strategically placed feathers on her body and body paint. Which was a lot more than what Scott was wearing. She tried to sit up more but found her left hand handcuffed to the bedpost and her right hand was handcuffed to Scott's hand.

"Ohh…" Scott sat up. He shook his head. "What hit…" He then did a double take when he saw Jean and what she was wearing. "Jean? What the…?" Then he noticed that they were in Jean's bed. Then he noticed the only thing he was wearing was his glasses. "Oh god! Jean!" He grabbed a corner of the bedsheet to cover himself. "I…I…"

"You didn't," Jean groaned.

"Trinity!" Scott snapped.

"Bingo!" Jean told him. "Uh Scott, could you get me out of this please?"

"Uh yeah," Scott gulped. Fortunately his other arm was free so he was able to use his eye beams to cut through the handcuffs. "I'm sorry! I…"

"Scott I told you it's not your fault!" Jean said grabbing a nearby bathrobe. "How did they…?"

"The last thing I remember was reading them a story after they made me…drink a glass of milk," Scott grumbled as he pulled one of the sheets off the bed and wrapped it around him. "And here's one of those little blow gun darts!"

"They drugged us?" Jean fumed. "Why those little…"

"When I get my hands on them…" Scott growled as he ran into his room to put on some clothes. "Oh great!"

The babies were happily bouncing on his bed. Several of his things were in disarray. There were crayon marks all over the walls. One of the pillows had been torn apart. There were also several chocolate stains all over the rug. Stains which had come from the babies' feet. "Wonderful!" Scott moaned. "Jean where are those girls?"

"We have a problem," Jean said as she came into the room. "I can't sense any of the girls anywhere in the mansion!"

"You mean they got out? Great!" Scott grumbled.

"It gets worse," Jean sighed. "I think they took Lockheed and Polly with them."

"I thought it was too quiet around here!" Scott snapped. "We gotta go after them!"

"Uh Scott, maybe you should put some pants on first," Jean pointed out.

"Look who's talking," Scott pointed at Jean.

"Yeah we'd both better get dressed," Jean said nervously. Quickly she left the room, cleaned the paint off her body and changed. Scott was soon dressed as well.

"Jean I can't find my keys!" Scott rummaged around his room. "I don't get it! They were right here on the dresser and…OH NO!" He ran downstairs.

"Scott?" Jean asked as she followed him. They ran to the garage through the kitchen. Jean stopped and looked at the mess all around. "Oh great the babies got into the cookies and somehow found the candy stash!" She moaned looking at the mess.

"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Scott screamed.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked as she ran into the garage.

"THEY STOLE MY CAR!" Scott shouted at the top of his lungs. "THOSE THEIVING LITTLE MANIACS STOLE MY CAR!"

"They are so dead!" Jean snapped. "We gotta go find them!"

"Yeah who knows what damage those three can do!" Scott nodded. "Let's go!"

"We'll take my SUV!" Jean nodded. They got in the van and took off. Ten seconds later they returned.

"Okay…we gotta remember," Scott muttered as they got out of the van. "Good babysitters don't leave the babies home alone."

"Oh just shut up and get the diaper bag," Jean groaned.

What will happen when Scott and Jean take on the town to find the escapees? Keep those suggestions coming!