Huey and Riley weren't impressed with Anthony. Riley had been right, he did try to play "catch" with them, bringing along two extra kid sized mits and one for himself. After getting the hint that neither of them were interested in baseball, Rosalina played with him. Huey leaned over to whisper to Riley as they watched them toss the stupid ball, "She doesn't want his feelings hurt," this caused Riley to snicker at the teenager's expense.

Well, the park WAS fun. Rosalina played chess with Huey, and then HORSE with Riley (even though she was awful at it) Riley dawged her constantly, but kept it clean. He didn't want to say something that'd hurt her feelings… or end up having to hold books.

Anthony showed up with four snowcones. Huey turned his down, saying he didn't like anything with excess sugar. Riley just ate his, after muttering some rude name in Anthony's direction.

But when Anthony went to throw away the trash left over from the cones, Huey snuck off to follow him, along with Riley. They saw a young jogger stop her run to chitty chat with Anthony for a minute, sliding a small slip of paper into his shirt pocket after scribbling down something on it. He kissed her cheek and she ran off.

"AW HELL TO THE NAH!" Riley snapped, nearly blowing their cover. Huey slapped a hand over his mouth and tucked them behind the large tree.

"Can we shoot him, please?"

"No," Huey hissed, "We need more than that,"

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Well, after the park they were taken to lunch at some pizza place. Huey nibbled off of the salad bar, Rosalina had spaghetti. Anthony and Riley went crazy on the pizza buffet.

When Anthony excused himself to the restroom, Riley left a few seconds after, heading into the men's room, he was a bit surprised to find that Anthony was nowhere in sight. He left the room, and was alerted by the sound of muffled gibberish. He poked his head around a corner to see Anthony muttering into a pay phone in some crazy language.

Riley waited until he hung up before running back to the table. He flopped down at his seat and shoved some pizza into his mouth to keep from exploding.

Huey gave him an eye but Riley just kept shoveling food into his mouth.

"Woah, take it easy," Rosalina laughed lovingly, "Don't wanna choke, now do ya?"

Huey got Riley alone by admitting that he needed the restroom, but wasn't sure where it was so Riley had to show him.

Once they were safely in the bathroom, Riley spilled.

"He was talkin' on tha phone in some weird freaky deaky language! Where she say that nigga was from?"

"what'd he say?"

"He said… nigga! I don't know! It wasn't English!"

Huey rolled his eyes and left the bathroom, peering over the same corner Riley did.

"Ja, zal ik u vanavond zien. Zij verdenkt geen ding. Liefde u, ook,"

Huey turned back to face Riley, "It's dutch he's speaking in,"

"What's he sayin?"

"Well…" Huey started, probing his mind, "Sounded like…. See you tonight. She doesn't suspect anything. I love you too,"

Riley started jumping up and down, "can we shoot him, now!"

"Riley, that could have been his mother or sister or ANYONE. We don't know-"

Suddenly, a very scantally clad woman with long blond hair wondered in and passed by them. She turned the corner, making both boys peer over the corner. Anthony freaked out when he saw her and hung the phone up.

"Helga? What are you doing? I told you tonight,"

She waved her cell and tucked it in her pocket, "You should know, I never listen," her accent extremely heavy as she layed a serious kiss on his face. To Huey and Riley's shock, he didn't push back, but kissed her deeper.

Both children's jaws dropped, unable to believe their eyes.

"Damn…" Huey muttered. Both brothers took off back to their seats, panting loudly.

"Is Anthony still in the bathroom?" Rosalina asked politely.

Huey and Riley looked at eachother and then back at her, "Yeah,"

"Is he feeling okay? Maybe we should just go home," She figured, "It's Friday… we can come back tomorrow since it's Saturday,"

"That's a great idea!" Huey suddenly said, "I… I'm not feeling too hot, either,"

"Me… me neither," Riley added, "Ow, ma head. It's getting dark… so… so many… colors," He started wobbling around in his seat. Huey elbowed him to cut it out and he just smiled, "I wanna go home,"

"Must have been those snowcones," Rosalina mused, touching Riley's forehead.

Anthony showed up, as if on cue, adjusting his shirt collar. This earned him very rude shifty looks from both Huey and Riley.

"What's up?"

"Hey, we gotta get these boys home. They're not feeling well," She admitted, "Are you feeling okay?"

"me? Oh, I'm great. Why?"

"You were in the bathroom for awhile,"

"Oh… well… yeah… I was just… uh… Ya know what? I am feeling a little woozy,"

Riley scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. Rosalina turned to him and gave him a little kiss on his mocha colored forehead, "You sound just awful. Lets get you home and make some soup, huh?"

"Can it be chicken noodle?"

"Uh huh,"

"Kay!"

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Grandad wasn't home when they made it back to the Freeman household. Anthony was anxious to leave, hinting at Rosalina to leave, but she just ignored him and attended to the boys.

She set them both up comfy places on the couches, ordering them to get into their PJs and come back down to rest. She snuggled them lovingly, flourishing them with little kisses and kind words. When she went to make the soup, she turned on the TV and handed the remote to Huey who smirked at Riley.

"Looks like we're watching the news,"

"Punk! Give it here!"

"Share, boys!" Rosalina ordered from the kitchen, "Huey watch what you want for thirty minutes, and then it's Riley's turn,"

"Yes ma'am," both boys muttered in unison. Huey then realized that he should be listening to Anthony and Rosalina… not watching TV. Both boys crept out of their places and leaned in near the kitchen opening.

"C'mon, Rosey. They're fine. Make the soup and lets get outta here,"

"No, Anthony," Rosalina snapped, "I'm a babysitter. I can't just leave them, especially if they're not feeling well. Poor boys,"

"Well, I'm kinda under the weather, too, remember? I wanna get snuggled up in MY bed!"

"Fine, then go," She shrugged casually, "I'll just crash here if I can't get a ride later. You go rest up," She leaned in and kissed his cheek. He smiled wide and stepped back.

"Ya sure?"

"Uh huh. I'll be fine,"

Huey and Riley took off faster than they knew they could move, getting back into their couches, snuggling up how she had them in the covers before Anthony turned back around and left the house for good.

"He's goin ta mack on that dutch woman!" Riley spoke loud enough for Huey to hear, but quiet enough for Rosalina not to.

"Shut up," Huey spoke in the same tone, "I know! We gotta find a way to fix this,"

"She's gonna be crushed!"

"I know," Huey muttered sadly.

"Soups ready!" Rosalina cheered elegantly, strolling into the room with two bowls of steaming soup. She eyed the boys suspiciously and pouted her lip, "You guys… aren't on the same couches,"

Huey and Riley suddenly realized that they had gotten in opposite places and inwardly kicked themselves, "Uh… I like this couch better," Riley saved, "An' An Huey didn't mind switchn,"

"Aw, that was sweet of you, Huey,"

"Yeah, Huey. Really sweet," Riley teased.

They were given their soup and two more little kisses. She flopped down on Grandad's comfy chair and opened up her book.

"Hey Rosalina," Riley said, making his voice raspy, "Do you tell stories?"

"Would you like one?" she wanted to know. Riley nodded and she smiled.

Huey rolled on his side, facing the back of the couch. Their mother always told them bedtime stories, and Riley missed them. He never admitted to it, but he'd ask Huey if he remembered her stories, when Huey told him, "no" Riley would just mutter that he, himself did.

"Okay, once there was…."

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Uh, yeah. In these stories Riley and Huey's momma didn't die until Riley was like 5 or 6. He needed memories of her