WAAAAAA!! Sumi Mase! I didn't mean to keep everyone waiting! bows numerously Fox has just been ever so hard to put up with; all his constant crying and all that. I don't know what to do with myself anymore!!

AKA: School as a 16 year old stinks worse than a fox diaper. ENJOY!

Wolf had definitely like it better when the two little ones were sleeping. The cockpit was cramped and, with the constant energy that they had flowing through them, the two miniature heroes crawled and explored around the entire cabin. Wolf's face twisted into a vicious frown; Fox's grubby paw prints were now clouding his view. Falco had been flicking a switch from Wolf's knee, a jet of warm air blowing through his feathers every time he turned it. The little bird laughed cutely as more of the warm air blew over him. Wolf only had enough patience to handle one of the little one's at a time. As Fox continued to crawl around, pressing his paws on every single thing he could touch, Wolf snatched him from under his arms, placing the little Fox upon his unoccupied knee. He reached around, placing his paw over Fox's chest and preventing him from moving around the cabin anymore. He sighed, tilting his head up in aggravation. He closed his eyes briefly, not bothering to worry about Falco and clutching onto the curious Fox. "Damn," he said aloud, "This is too much..." He opened his eyes, hoping to see some sort of relief in the sky above. He froze, his face now displaying extreme confusion. "How the hell...did the pawprints get up here?"

Marth lay in the dirt, covering his face with his hand. He closed his eyes and plugged his nose; He had been humiliated beyond reason. Drawing his blade, he nudged the "bag" off of his left boot and lay there in the dirt; intoxicated by the heavy odor. He stood up, wiping his boot off in the grass, and proceeded through the forest, his patience steadily growing thin. Walking a few more steps as to remove himself from the smell, he withdrew a map. Scanning it carefully, he searched for his current location as well as his distance that he needed to travel before reaching his destination; The Hyrule Castle. Surely Princess Zelda or Hyrule Boy would know some magic which would restore Fox and Falco to their normal selves. That's when Marth stopped. That ship...He thought he saw it somewhere before! He knew now! That very same ship was outside the castle ruins before he fled in the first place! Marth was caught at a crossroads; he mind indecisive of which path to travel down. On one hand, that ship could have been the reason that Fox and Falco were babies in the first place. On the other hand, the ship could have nothing to do with the children and should have been ignored, leading him onward to his original destination. He paused for only a moment before deciding that the correct course of action would be to maintain his current path and continue onward. Plus...he was never great with children.

Falco continued to flick the heating system on and off as Wolf began cleaning the interior of his cockpit. Fox still held tightly in his lap, Wolf used one paw hold a small cloth and attempt to wipe everything clean. There was no mistaking it, Wolf thought to himself, these children are too much for me. I definitely need some help here. After finally cleaning his cockpit with one hand, Wolf was tired, yet annoyed that they hadn't reached their destination yet. He pressed a button to display the radar. It showed that they were only a few minutes away from reaching the ruined castle. Wolf sighed with relief. "Finally..." He said aloud. He pressed the button again, having the monitor slowly sink back into the ship's mesh of buttons and panels. However, Fox, sensing fun, pressed the button again. The monitor reappeared in from of them all, adjusting itself for Wolf to see. Fox giggled happily and bounced on Wolf's knee, clapping his paws with delight. He began pressing the button over and over, now only doing it to see the monitor pop-up and disappear again. Fox looked up at Wolf for a moment, smiling as wide as he could. He must have been proud of his little trick. Wolf chuckled, "I swear...if you kids don't kill me first, this may be kinda fun...". As Fox pushed the button again and the radar sank back into the ship, Wolf picked up one of Fox's paws and made a waving motion. "Bye-bye!" Wolf said as he wagged Fox's tiny arm. Wolf froze. He readjusted himself in the cockpit and stared solely out of the window. What am I doing? He asked himself. Why am I helping the enemy? As soon as he grows older, he'll only continue to rival me anyway! Why can I just let them go? But Fox nearly broke Wolf's heart as he pushed the button again while waving his other paw. And, in a very tiny voice, Wolf was positive he had heard "Bye-bye!".

Wolf nearly lost himself in that cockpit at that very moment, but something was about to return his mind to a fatherly mentality. Falco had left the air blowing on him for some time now. Wolf turned his vision over to the tiny bird...and noticed that the air had been off. "Falco, you're awfully warm. Are you feeling-" But it was then the tiny little bird let out a shrill cry. Wolf grasped him with his other arm before he fell off his knee onto the steel floor. Bringing Falco against him in a fatherly fashion, he was nearly blown back by the crying. Whatever possessed Falco to scream so loud, Wolf didn't know. That is, of course, until Wolf peered down at Falco's diaper. It seemed to sag over the little one's waist as Wolf held him out under his arms. Turning his head away in a disgusted fashion, Wolf let out a small statement that was near eclipsed by the wails, "Someone's wet."

Only just arriving at the ruins, Wolf near jumped out of the ship, carrying the two children under each arm, the bag containing the necessary supplies strapped around his shoulder. He darted inside the place, recognizing the hallway where this had all began. He had no time to reminisce, however, as Falco continued to grow louder and louder. Quickly laying the screeching bird down upon the carpeted floor, the removed the foul smelling (though not as foul as Fox's) diaper, tossing it carelessly aside. Reaching into his bag, he cleaned the bird and fit him with a new one as fast as he possibly could. Wolf's ears pounded painfully as soon as Falco stopped crying. It was as if someone had only just slammed his head in a door as hard as they could. Falco now only looked up at Wolf, his eyes wide still from his tears. Wolf leaned back, laying his head in his paw. "These kids...they'll be the death of me..."It was then that Wolf remembered that he was still holding onto Fox who, by now was drooping in his arms. Wolf's heart began to race; Fox had gone completely limp under his arm. He slowly lifted the fox up closer to his face. Upon his close examination...Which he could have not obviously done by laying the fox down...Fox had fallen asleep in his arms. "Tch...scare me like that..." Wolf protested. He scooped up Falco, who by now was yawning from the amount of tears he had shed. Wolf cut some of the carpet that they had been standing on and wrapped the two children in it. "It's not much," he said, "But it'll keep you warm." He walked through the halls of the ruins looking for someplace where he and the two babies could sleep peacefully.