Forest just sat there for awhile, playing with his blocks and stacking rings, and knocking them over the minute he got a good tower built out of his blocks, or he successfully stacked the rings on the little pole. But the blocks were more fun to knock over. He made a couple more stacks, and knocked them all down, but he shortly got bored with it. He began looking around his room, looking for something else to knock over. He crawled around the room for awhile, until he reached his changing table. He looked at all the boxes and things that were on there. Those looked like something he could knock over. The only problem was he couldn't reach them.

Forest sat there, thinking about how in the world he would be able to get up there and knock all that neat stuff over. He grabbed onto the table leg, and pulled himself to his feet. Then he started to climb up the changing table. But he didn't get very far. Forest wasn't one of the world's best climbers. He slipped, and fell onto the floor, and let out a scream.

Cyril groaned. He was afraid the quiet wouldn't last. He began grumbling as he walked up the stairs to check on the baby. He saw him sitting by the changing table whimpering a little. Cyril picked him up, figuring Forest needed to be changed, but the minute he was close enough to the stuff on the table, Forest knocked over the baby wipes and the baby powder. And it was the powder that sprayed everywhere the minute it hit the floor.

"That does it," Cyril groaned. "Where's Cedric keeping that playpen?"

Cyril went on a search around the house, looking for the playpen. Once he found it, he set it up in his office, and gave Forest some of his toys to keep him occupied.

"Now maybe I can get some work done," Cyril said.

But little did Cyril know he had a very long week ahead of him indeed.

Three days of baby-sitting went by. Cyril would keep Forest in the playpen in his office while he did some work. He would check the schedule from time to time, to see what exactly needed to be done. At times, he would send the Pigs to play with Forest while he did some work, and then he'd let the Pigs handle some of the work when Forest needed him.

All in all, Cyril was putting in a full day with baby-sitting and maintaining his business.

On the fourth day, Cyril was spending time outside with Forest. Forest was playing in the snow, taking it in his hands, and throwing it in the air. Cyril was just standing around, watching him, to make sure he didn't wander off. As he was watching Forest, Ralph and Melissa came walking by.

"How's it going, Cyril?" Ralph asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Cyril replied. "I think I'm handling this baby quite nicely, thank you very much!"

"Have you had any problems?" Melissa asked.

"None whatsoever," Cyril replied. "I don't know what the big deal is with baby-sitting anyway."

"Well, call us if you need any help," Ralph said.

"I won't," Cyril said. "I can handle it."

With that, Ralph and Melissa walked away. Cyril picked up Forest and brought him back inside. It was time for his afternoon nap.

By the next day, things started to go downhill. Forest woke up at four in the morning, screaming his head off. Cyril got up sluggishly to check on him.

"I thought we were past this," he grumbled, as he walked into the baby's room. "Okay, Forest, what's the problem?"

Cyril picked up the baby, and noticed he was looking a little flushed. He felt Forest's forehead, and it was warm.

"Another cold," he mumbled. "That's the basic look of it."

Cyril took Forest into the bathroom to take his temperature. Sure enough, Forest had a fever. Cyril then went downstairs, and filled Forest's bottle with some apple juice, and then proceeded to give it to him, while trying to get him to go back to sleep. But it wasn't easy. Forest was feeling miserable, and all he could do at the moment was cry.

Cyril just kept rocking Forest back and forth in the rocking chair, giving him the bottle. He didn't know what else to do. By six in the morning, Forest had fallen asleep. Cyril carefully put him back in his crib, and tucked him in. Then he started walking out of the room. Unfortunately, Forest chose that moment to wake up crying again. Cyril sighed, and started all over again.

By eight thirty-two, Forest had fallen asleep. Cyril put him in the crib, and practically raced downstairs before Forest could wake up again. He ran into the kitchen where he kept Forest's schedule and looked at it.

"Here we go," he said. "Emergency numbers, Dr. Samson. Check."

Cyril picked up the phone and dialed the pediatrician's number. Once he got hold of the doctor, he explained Forest had a fever of 101 degrees, sounded a bit congested, and was screaming his head off.

"Do you think you could make a house call?" Cyril said. "I'd like to get him looked at."

"A house call?" Dr. Samson asked. "Why don't you just bring Forest in, Mr. Sneer? An examination shouldn't take too long."

"Well, all right. But mind you, I have a lot of work to do around here."

Cyril hung up the phone, and then Forest started screaming again. Cyril walked up to the nursery to check on him. When he got over to the crib, he saw that Forest had spit up, and pretty hard at that. Cyril groaned, and took Forest out of the crib.

"Come on," he said. "Time for breakfast, and then you've got to see the doctor."

Forest whimpered a little. Cyril put him into his highchair, and got out the applesauce. As he spooned some into one of Forest's plastic bowls, the Pigs ran into the kitchen.

"Sorry for the intrusion, sir,"Lloyd said. "But you have a business call."

"What do they want from me now?" Cyril asked. Then he turned to the Pigs. "Make yourselves useful and feed the baby while I take this call!"

Cyril left the kitchen, and the Pigs brought the applesauce over to the highchair. Floyd dunked the spoon into the bowl, and lifted it to Forest's mouth.

"Okay, Forest, open wide!" he shouted.

Forest whimpered, and turned his head away. Floyd just kept on trying.

"Come on, Forest," he prodded. "Here comes the choo-choo!"

All three pigs then proceeded to make train noises, trying to get Forest to open up. This was something Cedric and Sophia had never done to try to get him to eat. Forest just started crying suddenly then. Floyd saw this as his chance, and managed to get some applesauce into Forest's mouth. Forest swallowed the spoonful, and began whimpering again.

"See? Isn't that good?" Floyd asked.

After that, the Pigs took turns feeding spoonfuls of applesauce to Forest, but the baby wasn't really enjoying it. With every spoonful, he felt more and more miserable. By the time Cyril came back to the kitchen, Forest had managed to eat all his applesauce, but some of it was dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked as he lifted the baby out of the highchair.

Then without warning, Forest spit up, but with a lot more force than he usually did. The Pigs stood back and grimaced.

"Eeeehhhhh," they said in unison.

Cyril remained calm, which was pretty interesting, since he was practically covered with applesauce. Forest began to cry again. Cyril put him back in his high chair, cleaned up the mess, and picked him up again.

"You porkers are in charge of any calls I get until I get back," he ordered. "And don't screw anything up!"

"Yes sir, yes sir!" the Pigs shouted, and they ran into Cyril's office.

Cyril sighed, and left the mansion to go to Dr. Samson's office. After a brief check up, Dr. Samson told Cyril that Forest had the flu.

"Figures," Cyril said.

"Just give him plenty of fluids and he'll be fine," Dr. Samson said. "And I'd refrain from giving him anything solid."

"Okay, great," Cyril said. "See you around, doc."

And with that, Cyril returned back to the mansion, and immediately put Forest to bed with a bottle of apple juice.

"You stay here and sleep," he said. "I've got to make sure those pigs aren't messing up my business."

Cyril closed the door, and went back downstairs to his office. He was glad to see that the pigs looked like they had everything under control. For about two hours, Cyril managed to get some work done, until Forest started crying again. He got up to check on him.

"Why is it when babies get sick all they ever do is cry their heads off?" he grumbled. "Hold your horses, Forest! I'm coming!"

Cyril walked into the nursery, and saw Forest whimpering. He picked him up, sat down in the rocking chair, and began rocking the baby back and forth trying to get him to go back to sleep. Forest was almost there when Lloyd came racing in with the phone.

"Pardon the interruption sir!" he shouted. That did it. Forest started crying his head of again.

"What is it now!" Cyril shouted.

"It's Cedric, sir," the pig said. "He wants to know how everything's going!"

Cyril grabbed the phone.

"Cedric?" he asked.

"Hi, Pop," Cedric said. "I'm just calling to check up on Forest. How is he, anyway? I can hear him crying."

"Oh . . . . . . he's . . . . . . he's a little under the weather, actually."

"Is everything okay, Pop? Because if Forest is sick, I can come home and . . . ."

"No, no, Cedric, everything's fine. You just stay at your symposium. Forest will be just fine after I get him back to sleep."

"Okay. You know Ralph and Melissa are still on call if you need them to watch Forest while you're working."

"I know, I know. I can handle it."

Cyril hung up the phone, and heaved a sigh. Then he continued rocking Forest to sleep. Finally, Forest drifted off. Cyril was grateful. Maybe now he could get some work done. He stood up, and walked over to the crib, but the minute he set Forest in it, he began to cry. Cyril was up a tree here. Apparently, Forest wasn't going to stop crying unless Cyril was rocking him, and Cyril couldn't spend the whole day sitting in the rocking chair with Forest. He had a lot of work to do.

"Maybe you should call the Raccoons, chief," Boyd said.

"No!" Cyril shouted. "I'm going to prove to Cedric once and for all that I can take care of things myself around here with the baby!"

The other two pigs then ran into the room, and they seemed pretty panicked.

"Sir . . . ."Floyd said.

"What is it now?" Cyril asked.

"The fax machine is going on and off and there are papers all over the floor."

Cyril was ready to explode. He jumped out of the rocking chair and raced downstairs. He put Forest in his playpen, which only caused him to start screaming, as he picked up the faxes and sorted through them. About half of them were returned contracts of his, and some were business proposals. He ended up reading through them, signing them off, and sending them back to where they came from. Then he took Forest out of the playpen, gave him a bottle, and brought him back upstairs.

Forest didn't end up going to sleep until ten o' clock that night. Once he was settled in his crib, Cyril went back downstairs to finish up working, and staid up all night doing it.

"What a nightmare," he grumbled. "If I have to go through another day like today, I'll scream."