Lizzie hurried to Miranda's. Still in disbelief that she'd forgotten to tell her about the twins, she hoped that somehow she could make it up to her. She arrived at her house, and took a deep breath. She knocked lightly on the front door.

No one answered, so she figured that they hadn't heard her. She knocked again, harder this time. But there was still no response. She tried ringing the doorbell, and finally she could see someone walking towards her through the small window on the door.

The person peered out of the window, and Lizzie saw it was Miranda. "Go away, you... you..." Miranda tried to say, hot tears in her eyes.

"Miranda, let me in! I really, really need to talk with you!" Lizzie pleaded. She could see Miranda glaring at her from inside. She shook her head, and stomped away from the door. "Miranda, come back!" Lizzie shouted, but Miranda kept on walking.

Defeated and feeling deflated like a burst balloon, Lizzie frowned. She went back home, not knowing what else to do.

When she got there and walked inside, she heard the twins crying from the nursery. She walked towards the sound, and sneaked a peek inside the doorway. Gordo sat in a rocking chair inside the room, holding Lesley. Jo was in the rocker next to him, holding Keith.

Lizzie smiled, feeling her troubles slightly lift from her, and walked inside. "Hi Mom; hi Gordo." She said to them. "How's it going?"

"As well as can be expected." Jo said with a slightly weary smile. "I keet having to breast-feed them a lot lately. Gets a bit, tiring, you know?"

"Mom!" Lizzie exclaimed, not believing that she'd said that in front of Gordo.

"Oh gosh, Lizzie, Gordo understands. Don't be embarrassed." Jo replied, but still Lizzie felt her cheeks turn pink. "I'm really tired. I stayed up almost all night trying to get them to be quiet!" Jo told her daughter, slightly hinting.

"Yeah, I heard them." Lizzie replied. "You know what, why don't you let us take over for a while? You should get some rest." She told Jo, eyeing the dark circles under her eyes.

Jo yawned. "Well, If you're sure it's not too much trouble..."

"No trouble at all!" Gordo replied. Yes! Time to spend with Lizzie! He thought to himself. Trying to act casual, although he was overjoyed. Jo nodded and thanked them, put Keith into his crib, and wearily walked upstairs.

She went into her room, closed the door behind her, and flopped onto her large bed. As soon as her head hit her pillow, it was off to dreamland!

"So how did things go with Miranda?" Gordo asked Lizzie. She slightly frowned, and Gordo felt bad for bringing the subject up. I should have just let her talk about it when she was ready! He thought, irritated with himself.

"Well..." Lizzie hesitated. "She wouldn't even let me in."

"Gee, that's rough." Gordo said with a sympathetic look on his face. He set Lesley down in her crib next to Keith's and him and Lizzie sat in the rocking chairs next to each other.

Lizzie nodded. "I wish she hadn't gotten so upset. I mean it's not like I purposely didn't tell her or something!" She looked down at the blue carpet in the nursery.

Gordo knew this was an extremely bad time, but he just didn't want to wait any longer. "Um, Lizzie..."

"Yes?" She replied, looking up at him.

"Uh... I..." He felt geekier by the second. "I-I... think Keith needs changed!" He burst out, and then felt like crawling under the cribs and dying right there. He hit his forehead when Lesley's head was turned to Keith.

She sniffed, and shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She told him.

Toon Lizzie: Okay, that is so not what he wanted to say! He just can't ever seem to tell me anything! (Rolls eyes at the little robot Gordo)

"Oh... okay." He said lamely. Now at a loss for words, he hoped that Lizzie would make conversation! She bit her lip, trying to think of something to say.

"Hey, we haven't taken many new photos lately for the scrapbook, have we?" She asked.

"You're right. We could take pictures of us with the twins." Gordo replied, glad that she'd found something to talk about. Lizzie retrieved her camera, and for a while they snapped a ton of pictures.

After taking a ton of photos, Lizzie set down the camera and laughed. "Can you believe we used an entire roll?" She smiled as she took it out of the camera. She thought of how cool all the photos would look in the scrapbook.

Gordo nodded. The conversation was coming to a lull again, and he decided it'd be a good time to get going. "Hey Lizzie, my mom wanted me back home by now". He told her, pretending to glance nervously at the Winnie-The-Pooh clock hung up in the nursery.

"Okay." Lizzie replied. "See you later, Gordo!" He waved and left the McGuire's. Lizzie was now by herself with the twins. Just as she was starting to get relaxed, she felt like she had to sneeze. "Ah... ah...."

That's when Matt sneaked suddenly up on her while her eyes were closed and yelled, "Don't sneeze!" It stopped it, and Lizzie glared at him.

"Matt, how many times have I told you not to do that?" She asked angrily.

"Too many!" Matt laughed and raced out of the nursery, sticking his tongue at her as he left. Lizzie sighed.

Toon Lizzie: I hope that the twins won't be like him when they got older!

The next day, Lizzie woke up feeling hot. Her nose felt stuffed up, and she sighed groggily. Her alarm clock was buzzing noisily in her ear, but she couldn't seem to make herself get up. A few minutes later, she heard the sound of her door opening.

"Lizzie, time to get up." She heard someone tell her, and she opened up one eye. Jo was standing there.

"Mom, I don't feel good." She replied, and swalloed. She found that her throat was sore, too, and she closed her eyes.

Jo walked over to her, concerned. "Honey, what's wrong?" Lizzie explained, and Jo felt of her forehead. "Lizzie, you're burning up!" Jo exclaimed. "I'll be right back. Stay right there."

Toon Lizzie: Not like I wouldn't! (Sneezes and blows her nose)

Jo came back a couple minutes later, with a thermometer and a damp cloth. She placed the cloth on Lizzie's forehead, and told Lizzie to open her mouth. She obeyed, and Jo stuck the thermometer in.

It beeped when it was ready. Jo took it out, and read it out loud. "100.2 degrees!" She exclaimed. "No school for you today, young lady."

"But I wanted to talk with Miranda." Lizzie complained, and rubbed her neck. Her throat really hurt.

"Sorry, Lizzie. You'll have to talk with her some other time." Jo told her sick daughter, not knowing about the fight they'd had. She poured Lizzie a spoonful of medicine for colds, and asked her if she wanted anything else.

Toon Lizzie: Of course I want something! I want Miranda to forgive me! (Sighs and slurps down a bowl of soup)