Wow...five whole reviews! I think that's a record:P Oh well...thank you to the five loyal persons who did review this...piece of work. This will be the final part...and I won't really push myself too hard to find new ideas for this, since it doesn't seem to be all that popular. Sorry to those select few. Oh, and go read the note at the beginning of my profile. T+here be an extra helping of Raven torture dead ahead fer the feller Jambey! Argh.

"Stitch, no! Why are you doing this?"

"ROAR!"

Timmy's eyes were riveted to the screen, along with a few of his fellow playschool mates, eyebrows furrowed in concern for the chubby little hawaiian girl and her unlikely pet.

The rest of the twenty-four-ish (they moved around so much it was hard to count) jungle animals were doing their best to corrupt the innocence of the well-behaved circle. They taunted, teased, pulled their hair, chewed on their clothes, poked them in the eye, anything at all to get their attention away from the little blue alien in the night cap. Indignant yells, evil cackles, and distressed wails filled the air in no time.

"GAH! THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?"

"Well, for one thing, we could try not to stoop to their level," spat Raven, smacking Robin twice on each cheek in an attempt to (literally) knock some sense into him. "They are children, not criminals." Her eyes widened in a light bulb moment as she caught sight of a book case. "You could always take the troublemakers over to the story circle. I'm sure they'd love that."

Robin grimaced, opening his mouth to protest, but Raven had already transported him, the destructive toddlers, and a battered copy of The Ugly Duckling over to the circular, rainbow colored mat. Scowling, the Boy Wonder mouthed something unsuited to children's ears in Raven's direction, but she merely smiled and gestured for him to begin, her gaze never leaving his bright red face.

He growled low in his throat, jaw clenched tightly as though Kitten had asked him for some lip action. Forcing it open with visible effort, he grunted, "Once upon a time, there was a stupid little duck with a hefty inferiority complex. Wallowing in his own self-pity, he made everyone he met sick with his pointless whining and crying until nobody wanted to be around him anymore. This only fueled his hatred for himself, dragging him deeper and deeper into the dark well of deppression until he just couldn't see any joy in his small, insignificant life anymore. And so...he jumped off a cliff. The End!" Robin closed the book (which was still on the first page) with a snap, baring his teeth in what he clearly thought was a smile.

It took a good half-an-hour to stop the water works and convince all the little kids that the ugly duckling lived a long prosperous life with his true family. Raven shot a glare in Robin's direction at regular intervals, clearly miffed because she actually had to interact with the drool machines. Robin felt slightly apologetic, which he attempted to conceal with an unaffected stare.

Annoyed at a slight tugging feeling that had gone on for several minutes, Raven glanced downward...to find a kid not even out of diapers chewing on the hem of her cloak with its slobbery gums. Grimacing, she tugged, but the thing held on. "Great." Now she would either have to touch it or let it ingest her clothing. Not great choices.

"Well, I don't know...I think maybe...I could win!"

"Heellooo! You're a stinky dancer, and anything you do is gonna be stinky!"

"Why are you weawing bwack?"

Raven drew her gaze away from the newly aquired appendage to fall on the buck-toothed preschooler. "I'm not. I'm wearing black and blue."

He wrinkled his miniscule nose. "Are you some kind of fweak or something?"

She growled, making a mental note to strangle Starfire at the first opportunity for dragging her into this mess in the first place. "I don't know, are you a mindless drool machine?"

Bucktooth blinked stupidly. Unsure of how to respond to her question, he fell back on the default answer. "You'we not the boss o' me!"

Turning her attention back to the problem at hand (or rather, foot), Raven snapped, "Hate to burst your tiny bubble, but actually, I am."

"Mr. Wobin, why do you have bad guy toys?"

"Next time, flush the evidence."

"Ka-woosh."

"They aren't bad guy toys."

"Those knives are DANGEWOUS!"

Robin pushed away the wandering hands. "Not if you don't touch them."

The little girl responsible for the Boy, I say, Boy Wonder's new look gave him a suspicious stare. "Did you ever poke somebody with those?"

"Um...n--ye--none of your business!"

Her eyes narrowed, though her cronies didn't seem to catch on; they were merely interested in finding a way through Robin's hands to the compartments beyond. "Only bad guys poke people. You ever poked somebody afore?"

"No!" said Robin defensively, his concentration fast wavering as the pursuers gained new hope.

"Lies are naughty. Bad guys lie."

"I'm not a bad guy! Heroes are the opposite of bad guys." He was flustered, and the fact that a four-year-old could make him flustered was making him even more flustered. Not to mention the kids desperate searching was starting to tickle his sides.

Smirking, the demon spawn replied, "If they's not for poking, what's they for?"

Robin muttered something that she, thankfully, did not hear; unfortunately, his distraction had at last come back to bite him in the rear.

"Look! A bouncy ball!"

"NO! DON'T--"

A large cloud of smoke erupted in their corner of the building, obscuring them from Raven's view as the smoke quickly spread through the enclosed space, setting off every fire alarm in the place. The high-pitched squealing was nothing compared to the sprinklers.

"FOR THE LOVE OF &#(&#! #&(&! &#(& #$$#(&! $&(#!"

"Keep going, Robin! There might be a curse you haven't taught them yet!"

The It made his crooked and unsteady way home, becoming bossom buddies with the curb and a certain fire hydrant on the way. If he could still read the clock, it would have said something along the lines of 2:30...AM. Oh well...who needs clocks anyway? Too bad he forgot to tell the Tree Trunks the kids were sleeping over tonight...those wacky parents of his had come up with Parents Night Out. It was pretty popular, for some reason. Oh well. He was sure they figured it out eventually.

He squabbled pointlessly at empty air for several minutes before locating the doorknob, then shoved his way in, blinking to adjust to the light. The usual sight met his eyes.

Twenty-six kids ranging in ages from one to five years old were collapsed randomly around the room, sometimes occurring in small piles, sometimes sprawled across a stuffed dinosaur. They looked oddly damp, and somewhat blackened, like a steak that's been left on the grill too long. In the very center of the room were the babysitters.

Robin was propped dutifully against a chair, one hand resting on a nearby toddler, his hair poking up in messy braids (Pippi Longstocking style). His head was dropped forward on his chest, a thin but steady stream of drool making its way down his chin to drip slowly on a mop of soggy violet hair. Yes, the empath was curled into a ball with her head in his lap, a children's book cradled against her chest as though it was life itself. The edges of her cloak were frayed, sometimes completely absent, and there was so much soot on her face that the little streams of drool made her look as though she was melting. But she didn't care. What Raven didn't know, couldn't hurt the one responsible.

Not that the It observed any of this. All he noticed was that everyone else was passed out, therefore, he must have permission to as well. Lucky for him, there was still plenty of room on the spaciously accomodating carpeted floor of the Care of Day.

And so, through a series of tedious and controlled experiements, we have come to this conclusion: Teen Titans are not capable of coexisting harmoniously with the species Infantalia. If our brave scientists are willing to risk the venture, this hypothesis may some day become a scientific theory. Until then...good luck to them both.

And so ends the final part of the Care of Day. Hopefully it was funny...if it wasn't, well, that's the last time I attempt to write after a day of school. -Dusty