on the other side of town

"Okay. HEAVE, HO! HO, HEAVE! One...two...:ZIP"

"Catch her!" a tiny brown haired girl screamed. "I won't have me cousin flyin' out no windows!"

With a thud, the flying baby hit the wall and slid to the ground. "Ouchies Cone, dat hoit." The little girl said, rubbing her head.

"Sorry Damsel, but it was da only way we could get ya out!" The brunette, Coneflower said.

The babies had just spent almost FIVE MINUTES- which was really long to them- trying to get Damsel out of her crib. Finally, they grabbed the broom, stuck it over the gate, and Damsel held on to one end while they all jumped on the other. The result? A flying/screaming/laughing/crying baby who quite literally, hit the wall. Wasn't exactly the best way to get her out, but hey- she was out!

"Alright- babies away!" Coneflower yelped. The formally flying baby, Damsel, scooted up next to her cousin. Another little girl joined her.

This especially petite blonde, Patch, squeaked with excitement. She called out, "Hey Clinkers! Hurry uuuup!"

A smallish brunette waddled her way towards the group. "I'se sorry guys, dese cloth diapers ain't exactly built fer speed."

Damsel giggled, "I know what ya mean."

Squirming to keep up with the steadily crawling group, Patch called to the lead baby, Cone. "Wheah exactly is we goin, oh wise one?"

The speedy brunette yelled without turning to look at her followers. "We'se payin' a visit to da boys up da street."

"Oh, goodies!" squeaked the small band of diapered vagabonds.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack", Spot whined.

The baby in front of the line turned, his oversized cowboy hat slipping over his eyes. "Wha?"

"We'se been crawlin' fer HOURS heah! I can't take it no more!"

Jack leaned around the line of infants and the block they'd covered since their daring escape. He rolled his eyes, "Ah Spot, shaddup!"

"Right! Left! Right! Left!" Coneflower shouted. Her diapered bottom swayed to the rhythm of her cries.

Damsel yelled from behind her, "Cone! Knock it off! Yer confusin' me! I got two lefts heah!" she looked down, "And two rights fer dat mattah!"

Cone scrunched her baby face in thought, "Oy. Yeah. We'se crawlin…din't think about it like dat."

Patch piped up from her position as third in line, "Tis okay Coney!" Her singsong voice continued, "We jist babies. We ain't expected to do no high level thinking."

Cone rolled her eyes, "Yeah. Thanks Patch."