Disclaimer

Again, I don't own anything except the kids who I created.

Author's Notes

I'd like to give credit for Pep, Flamable's character. Thanks Flamable!

Chapter 8: The Ending of the Horrible Split Personality Teenage Babysitter

Still Day 4/Thursday

Tamsin hadn't meant to fall asleep. It was just ... the book was so boring! She couldn't understand how kids could enjoy those kinds of things.

Jenna couldn't stand the new babysitter. So, during naptime ... she came up with a plan involving all the stuff a teenage girl would hate: pimples (of course, fake), being dirty, videotaping her all disgusting like and sending it off to her boyfriend in the mail! She, of course, had gone through the babysitter's pocket book and found his phone number, conveniently next to her three other boyfriends who she was playing on.

"Guys, wake up!" she whispered loudly to the sleeping pre-schoolers. Each emerged with a yawn and a complain about the wake up call. "Listen. Do you like this babysitter?" she asked. All the kids looked at her as if she had lost her brain. "Of course not. Duh!" Immy replied.

Jenna smirked, "Well, I have a plan. But I'll need your help ..."

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Tamsin slowly blinked as she took time to enjoy the silence in the huge mansion. To herself, she whispered, "Okay. The men told me that after nap time, they could play outside and then it would be bath time," -- the part of her job that she despised the most.

As she was about to get up, Tamsin felt as if she was sticky all over. It was then that she noticed she was glued to the couch and had feathers strewn all over her, a classic prank that had been played on her many a time. A giggle behind the couch interrupted her thoughts. She looked behind her and saw a small head, holding a video camera -- and it was on. "You little devils! Wait until I get a hold of you!" she screamed, ripping herself off of the couch with a big yelp as she felt the pain tear through her back.

She rushed into the bathroom and yelled. The whole mansion seemed to shake with her shout. Did she ... how could it ... she had ... a pimple! Right on her forehead! The kids giggled beyond belief upon the discovery of the fake zit.

Jenna came out from behind the girl with a towel in her hand. "What's this for!" Tamsin demanded. "I just thought you're gonna need it," she said, dropping the towel in front of her feet and scurrying off. Before Tamsin could do the same, Gavin let go of the rope he was holding on to and a bucket of fried chicken and baked beans (with bacon inside) fell on top of her head. "I'm a vegetarian!" she cried, taking a look at her blonde hair that was covered in drippings of sauce.

"I'm sure your bowfweind (boyfriend) will be happy to see this!" Nathan said, waving a video tape in front of her face. "You are so dead, you little munchkin!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She lunged forward and caught the child by his throat. With her supersonic hearing that she had borrowed from Logan, Emma heard the adults coming through the door.

"Start crying!" she whispered. Cries came from all over the room and Nathan tried to do the same, but instead just choked tears.

"You'll be sure never to mess with me again!" Suddenly, keys slammed down on the kitchen table and Logan walked in with a shocked face. "What's the meaning of this?" he growled at the girl who had Nathan up in the air by his neck. Tamsin dropped the little boy to the ground and twirled around. "Look what those brats did to me!" Tamsin yelled. She quickly covered her mouth, remembering that you were never to yell at your employer ... or call their children brats either.

"Get out!" Logan snarled, angrier than ever. The girl grabbed her belongings and stalked out of the doorway. Jenna smiled and gave Emma and Immy a secret low-five. "Why is the mansion a mess?" Scott asked. The kids gave their most innocent looks. "Nathan, did she hurt you?" Bobby asked, running over to his son and embracing him. "Uh-huh!" he answered, rubbing the spot where Tamsin held him by his throat. Any longer and she could have killed the dear boy.

Remy sighed as he picked up his daughter and sat down with her on the couch. "What happened to the sofa!?!" he asked. "She towe (tore) it off, Daddy!" Immy cried to her father, not exactly lying. "Great! Where are we going to find a new babysitter?" Scott said. "Maybe I could be of service," a voice from the shadows called.

"Who are you?" Kurt asked. "You don't remember me? What a shame!"

"Pepper!" Kurt exclaimed, grasping the nineteen year old redhead into his arms. "Kurt, not so mushy! Eew! And remember, it's Pep," she told him. "Wait, your Pep? Pep, the daughter of Majda Rose?" Remy asked, putting his daughter down onto the couch. "Yeah. Who are you?" Pep asked, putting her hands on her hips and staring into his eyes ... searching for his identity. "Don't I know you?" she asked. "I'm Cousin Remy!" he announced, stroking his goatee. "Rem!" she screamed. "Wow, you've certainly grown. I haven't seen you since you were ... about five!"

"Cool." Her eyes began to light up with excitement and a fire began to spread from behind her. A lamp suddenly exploded and the four and three year olds ran for cover. "Pep!" the men laughed. "Oops, I blew it!" she said, shrugging her shoulders in an 'I'm sorry' way.

"So, you said you can baby-sit for us?" Logan asked the young girl who he had been attached to when she was nine. "Yeah. I go to college at night, so I'm free all morning and in the afternoon. Besides, spring break is all next week." She smiled.

"You're hired!" Logan said. "Cool. Now let's talk about pay." "Seven bucks an hour for each kid." "Deal! When do I start?" she asked. "Tomorrow afternoon. Be here about, nineish." "Kay, bye!" she told them, running out of the mansion and jogging back to her apartment.

"She's cool!" Jenna said, her eyes growing larger with amazement. "Yeah, can she baby-sit us all the time?" Nathan asked, jumping up and down as he pulled on his father's pants leg. "If she wants to Nate." "Yay. She seems nicer than the other one. This time, we won't have to make up a plan to get her away!" Brad said, immediately covering his mouth as he noticed what he had said.

"YOU DID WHAT?" the men bellowed. "Oops," the kids said, rushing up to their rooms where they closed the doors behind them.