Author's Note: What's up, Rugrats fans? :D Sorry this took a couple weeks longer than expected, but I wanted to make sure I did the best editing job that I possibly could before posting the next chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and gave me story suggestions! I will be replying to those reviews shortly. I will also leave another author's note at the bottom of this chapter, explaining the idea behind this oneshot for those of you who haven't read the reviews. This oneshot is actually a Part Two to the previous oneshot, so, I hope you all enjoy it! I do not own any of these characters.

#2 Sick Day

Idea By: Celrock

Angelica Pickles couldn't believe her luck. 'Am I really just the unluckiest girl in the whole wild world?' she thought. After all, Angelica couldn't believe it when her mom had told her they could reschedule their special day out for the next day. The three-year-old girl was thrilled when she heard the news. Immediately afterward, Angelica had run upstairs to her room to pick out the perfect outfit for their special family outing, before her Dad, Drew Pickles, had told her it was time to get ready for bed… However, Angelica woke up the next morning only to be told that her aunt Didi had called and said that she and her Uncle Stu were invited to dinner at Dr. Lipshitz's home so they could be interviewed for his next book (something about child development for infants under the age of one, it being a once in a lifetime opportunity, and some other big words that Angelica didn't understand), and Angelica's aunt and uncle had to be there a few hours early for the interview. But, since Tommy was just starting to get over his cold, he couldn't go. So, Didi Pickles had asked them if they could babysit Tommy since all of their other friends were still out of town.

And of course, Angelica's parents had both said yes. That is, before they told Angelica that she wasn't allowed to go anywhere near her younger cousin, so she wouldn't catch Tommy's cold.

And that was how Angelica ended up in her current situation, lying flat on her back on the couch in her living room in complete boredom with her one-year-old cousin Tommy Pickles, who was sniffling in his sleep in the spare playpen a good distance away from her.

Angelica sighed loudly, before she picked up her favorite toy doll which was currently lying beside her. Angelica lifted the doll in the air so she could see it better from her position on the couch. "What did I do to deserve this, Cynthia?" Angelica asked glumly.

Silence.

"Yeah, I know I yelled at Dil yesterday." Angelica responded, still feeling slightly guilty for what she had done less than twenty-four hours ago. "But, I said was sorry! And I really meant it this time!"

More silence.

"Good. I'm glad you see it my way, Cynthia."

Angelica tossed her doll carelessly to the side before adding, "There's gots to be something I can do around here!"

It was around this time that a pleasant sent hit Angelica's nostrils, and almost instantly, Angelica was sitting up on the couch. Could it be? Angelica quickly grabbed Cynthia and ran toward the direction of the smell until she reached the kitchen. Peering around the entryway, Angelica gasped in excitement. It is!

Angelica's stomach grumbled in hunger as she watched her mother slowly pour a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies into a giant glass cookie jar. Immediately, Angelica sprinted toward her mother. "Hi'ya, Mommy! I was just wondering, can I have a cookie?" Angelica figured going straight to question at hand was the best option in this instance.

Charlotte Pickles smiled down pleasantly at her daughter. "I'm sorry, Princess, but these cookies are for after dinner tonight. You can wait until then. Besides, you don't want to spoil your dinner." She carefully placed the glass lid on top of the cookie jar.

Angelica frowned in disappointment. "But, I want one now."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait sweetie." Angelica's mom said kindly. "I have a very important business call with Johnathan in a few minutes, and-," the blonde-haired woman was cut off when her cell phone started ringing, "Speaking of which." She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and quickly answered it. "Ah, Johnathan! Yes, I was just talking about you!"

A pause.

"No, no! With my daughter! Who did you think I was speaking to?"

Another moment of silence.

"Well, no need to worry about that Johnathan! If we play our cards right, you'll be getting that promotion from the company executive within the next few weeks…"

Charlotte Pickles's voice continued to get quieter and quieter as she moved further and further away from the room, leaving her only child standing alone in the kitchen.

Angelica turned to glance back up at the jar full of delicious cookies. Her mouth started to water a little bit as she stared at the giant glass jar in frustration. "There's gotta be some way I can get those cookies! But, how?"

It only took a moment for Angelica to ponder her options, but soon her eyes lit up at the realization that the answer to that question was currently asleep in her living room.

"Psst! Tommy!" Angelica raced to the small playpen where her younger cousin was currently sleeping. Tommy was breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, since he couldn't inhale through his nose at the moment. Angelica, who was starting to lose her patience, decided to keep the whispering to a minimum. "TOMMY!"

Tommy jumped in surprise. His eyes were now wide open, but he was still half asleep. "Huh?! What?!" He glanced around until he found the source of the voice that had awakened him. "Oh…" Tommy sniffled, and then yawned, his eyes starting to droop again in sleepiness, "Hi'ya, Angelica. Are…" another yawn, "…are you okay?"

Angelica raised an eyebrow in confusion for a moment, but quickly realizing that Tommy must have thought she sounded frantic, she waved one of her hands forward and replied, "Yeah, yeah! I'm fine! Listen, Tommy, I gots a popclamation for you. There's a big cookie jar with a whole bunch of cookies in it that my Mommy just finished making. If you help me gets those cookies, I'll gives you one! Deal?"

Tommy yawned for what was probably the sixth or seventh time since Angelica woke him up, his eyes drooping even more now. "Sorry, Angelica. I don't thinks I can do that today. I don't feels very good, and I'm not really hungry." Tommy sniffed once more before lying back on his side. "Maybe… tomorrow…" the small boy managed to get out before he fell back asleep.

Angelica's eyes widened in panic. "Wait! No Tommy!" she shouted, trying to wake the small toddler up, but to no avail, "You can't fall back asleep! I'm gonna wither away from salvation! There's a life at stake! My life! Tommy!"

Realizing that her cousin wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon, Angelica groaned loudly, and rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Fine." she muttered. "If you won't help me, then I'm just gonna have to goes and gets those cookies all by myself! And you won't gets a single crumb!" Angelica huffed loudly at her cousin (who didn't hear a word Angelica had just said) before heading back in the direction of the kitchen.

"Now," Angelica muttered to herself, staring up at the cookie jar once again, "I gotta come up with a plan to gets those cookies since Tommy has been no help today. It'll be easy. I just gotta think real hard like Tommy does, and soon those cookies will be mine! Now, what would that dumb baby do?" Angelica began to try to form a plan.

Five minutes passed, and Angelica wasn't any further from where she started. She sighed, and glanced down at Cynthia (who she had grabbed just before leaving Tommy in the living room). "Boy, Cynthia! This plan stuffs is harderer than I thought! How does Tommy do this all of the time?"

Silence.

Angelica nodded. "You're right, Cynthia! We should goes and ask him what we should do." She started to walk toward the entrance to the living room, but paused for a moment as a new thought occurred to her. "But, maybe we should let him rest. After all, he is sick… And…," Angelica sighed sadly before continuing, "I guess we could wait until after dinner to have a few cookies, right Cynthia?"

Angelica paused for a moment, considering this possibility, before grinning widely and saying, "Naaah!" And with that, she trudged back into the living room.

"HEY, TOMMY!"

Tommy Pickles, who was sound asleep just seconds ago, jumped awake at Angelica's sudden yelling, and shouted, "CHOCOLATE MILK!" Then, in a quieter voice, "Wait… what?"

Seeming to realize that he was awake now, Tommy blinked sleepily a couple of times, and turned his head in the direction where the shouting had come. "Oh, hi'ya again, Angelica." Tommy yawned loudly. "What is it?"

Angelica went straight to business. "I need a way to gets up on the counter to gets those cookies. Do you gots any ideas?"

"Um…," Tommy paused, sneezing loudly before continuing, "just do what I do when I don't gots nobodies to help me. Use the drawers to make a stairs so you can climb on them.*"

Angelica smiled at Tommy's brilliant plan (Although, I would never tell him that! Angelica added in her thoughts), and quickly dashed back toward the kitchen. "Thanks, Tommy!" she replied hurriedly.

Tommy yawned, and placed his head against his pillow once more. "No problem…, Angelica…" And just like that, Tommy was out like a light.

This isn't working! Angelica thought, the frustration evident on her face.

Angelica had done exactly what her younger cousin had suggested. Making a small step using the very bottom drawer on the left side of the kitchen counter, she had stepped onto the edge of her makeshift stair, to pull the second drawer above her open slightly so she could climb it… only to have the bottom drawer slide back in under her. She landed on her bottom on the kitchen floor as a result.

The first time this happened, Angelica winced slightly, before she standing up and shrugging. But, when this cycle continued for a few more minutes, Angelica became more and more irritated. She finally tried doing the same thing with the drawers on the right side of the counter. The results were the same.

Angelica growled in anger after she landed on the kitchen floor for what was probably the tenth time since she started attempting to climb the drawers. "Back to the sketching board!" she muttered angrily at Cynthia, before placing her arms stiffly at her sides, and stomping back into the living room.

"TOMMY!"

"WAH!" Tommy shot up from his peaceful slumber only to see Angelica once again. She was looking a bit miffed. Tommy sighed. He was starting to get annoyed by his cousin at this point. "Oh, Angelica. What is it now?"

Angelica rolled her eyes. "I'll tells you what it is! Every time I try and climb the drawers, they keep closing up! What do I do now?"

Tommy sniffed and yawned. Honestly, he couldn't care less about Angelica's cookie situation right now, not when he was all stuffed up, and tired, and cranky. But, Tommy wasn't going to tell her that. After all, Angelica needed his help, and was just too polite to say no to a person in need.

Tommy sighed in exasperation, but Angelica didn't seem to notice. "Well, it usually works at my house," Tommy explained, "but, maybe you could put something underneath the drawers so they'll stop moving.**"

Angelica raised an eyebrow at Tommy in confusion. "With what?" she asked.

Angelica could've sworn she heard her younger cousin groan slightly. "I don't know, Angelica. Maybe toys or books or something?"

Angelica smiled. "I'm on it!" Not even bothering to thank her baby cousin this time, Angelica dashed back into the kitchen, leaving Tommy passed out in the playpen once more.

After about a half hour of hauling toys out of her room and stuffing them underneath each of the three partially open drawers on the left side of the kitchen counter, Angelica was ready to start climbing. Testing each drawer with one foot to make sure they were steady before she fully stepped on them, Angelica began the journey up to her kitchen counter. Within minutes, she was able to reach the top of the counter.

"Yes!" Angelica pumped up a fist in triumph once she finally made it to the top of the counter, and scooched over to the cookie jar she had been so desperately been trying to get to for the past hour or so. Quickly sliding herself and the cookie jar toward the edge of the counter where she had climbed up, Angelica held Cynthia out to the glass jar full of delicious chocolate chip cookies. "Take a gather at those cookies, Cynthia! And they're all ours! Ours! Now, we just gotta get down from the counter."

Angelica paused as soon as she said this. This was one step in the plan that she hadn't foreseen. Getting up the drawers once they were steady enough had been easy. But going down them with a glass cookie jar in hand? Now, that was another story. Angelica thought she could go and force Tommy to help her, but she didn't know how much time she had before her mom came back downstairs from her business call. Angelica even considered eating the cookies right up there on the counter, but quickly rejected this idea, figuring she'd be more likely to be caught red-handed if she was eating at the scene of the crime. Yes, eating the cookies in the living room was probably the best idea. That way, Angelica could just sneak the cookie jar back into the kitchen afterward without getting into trouble.

Angelica sighed, seeing she had no other choice in the matter. "Okay, Cynthia. Now, we're gonna have to do this carefully." She hoisted the cookie jar onto her lap.

Anglica placed Cynthia in her right dress pocket, and then the three-year-old girl began to descend.

One step. So far so good.

Two steps. Wow, I almost forgotted how heavy this thing is! Angelica thought.

Now for the next drawer.

Three steps. Angelica felt her arms getting weaker.

Four ste-, "WHOA!" Angelica nearly lost her balance due to the heavy weight of the cookie jar. Reaching for the top drawer, Angelica was able to steady herself. She sighed in relief… only to glance over and watch in horror as the cookie jar plummeted to the ground. The glass jar shattered into a bunch of broken pieces as soon as it hit the ground.

There was nothing but dead silence for a moment.

Angelica, who's eyes were wide with fear now, squeaked, "Uh, oh! I'm in so much trouble!" And with that, Angelica stepped down from the last couple of drawers (carefully avoiding the glass when she reached the floor, since her mother and father had stressed to her to never go near broken glass or anything else pointy and sharp that could hurt her), and ran as fast as she could out of the kitchen.

"Tommy! Tommy!" Angelica was in full-fledged panic mode now as she dashed toward the playpen her baby cousin was still sleeping in. "You gots to help me! I tried to carry the cookie jar off of the counter, but it was too heavy and I dropped it, and it's broked now, and I don't know what to do 'cause-,"

At this point, Tommy had had enough. He sat up and shouted, "ANGELICA! PLEASE!"

Angelica's mouth clamped shut. She was surprised at the one-year-old baby's sudden outburst. It was very unlike Tommy to get so angry at someone, even to someone who picked on him on a daily basis.

Tommy sneezed before speaking in a much calmer (but still angry) voice. "I've been trying to be nice about it, but I'm sick, and I'm real tired and cranky! All I wants to do is sleep, 'cause my Mommy and Daddy said it will help me feel betterer! So, peas, just let me do that!" Tommy threw his arms up in frustration, glaring at his older cousin in annoyance.

Before Angelica could even respond to Tommy's speech, another angry voice caught her attention. "ANGELICA PICKLES!"

Angelica gulped, and turned around only to see her mom staring down at her. And she did not look happy.

Angelica chuckled a bit sheepishly. Putting on the most innocent face she could muster, the three-year-old waved slightly at her mother, and said, "Hi'ya, Mommy! You look prettyful today."

Charlotte Pickles sighed heavily, and Angelica knew that her mom wasn't going to fall for her false cheer. "Angelica, did you break the cookie jar that's lying on the kitchen floor?" the young girl's mother asked angrily.

Angelica gulped. "Um…," the three-year-old hoped her hand wasn't shaking as she pointed into the playpen, where her baby cousin was still sitting (Tommy, meanwhile, looked a little less grumpy than he had been before.), "…Tommy did it?"

Two Days Later…

"AHCHOO!"

Angelica sat up in her bed, grabbed another tissue from the box sitting on the bedside dresser next to her, blew her nose, and chucked the now snotty tissue onto the ever growing pile of trash in the small trash can placed by her bed. "Great." Angelica said in disgust. "Just great."

Unfortunately, Angelica Pickles had stood near Tommy a few too many times while he was sick, and now, she was stuck in bed with a cold. To top it all off, for Angelica's punishment for attempting to steal cookies from the cookie jar, she couldn't have any dessert or watch any television for a week. Luckily, Charlotte understood that Angelica breaking the cookie jar had been an accident. She ended up kindly, but sternly telling her daughter to, from now on, ask a grown up for help carrying heavy things or things that could break easily. Angelica had (sincerely) agreed.

"Hi'ya, Angelica! Can I comes in?"

Angelica glanced over at her bedroom doorway to see Tommy Pickles with his usual happy smile on his face. He looked much better than he did a couple of days ago.

Angelica sniffled, and smirked slightly at her baby cousin. "Aren't you ascared that you might catch my cold?"

Tommy shook his head. "Nope! My Mommy said since you caught my cold, and I'm not sick no mores, then I probably won't catch it again."

Angelica grinned. "Aw, alright. Come on in, but don't let me catch you touching any of my things, or there will be trouble."

The smile on Angelica's face told the young boy that she wasn't being serious, but Tommy nodded anyway, before stepping inside of his older cousin's bedroom.

"Hey, Angelica," Tommy started, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry I gots so angry at you a couple of yesterdays ago. I was just cranky, and I feel bad for yelling at you like that."

Angelica smiled a bit more at her cousin's apology. "Yeah, yeah! It's alright you dumb baby. I mean, it was sort of my fault that you was so cranky and tired in the firstest place. And I guess I'm kind of sorry for bothering you when you wasn't feeling well. I should've let you sleep." She yawned slowly. "Anyways, I should probably do the same."

"Be cranky?" Tommy frowned and raised an eyebrow at the older girl in confusion.

Angelica laughed slightly. "No! Sleep, dummy!"

"Oh." Tommy's smile quickly reappeared on his face. Catching the hint that his older cousin wanted to be alone for awhile, he added, "Sure thing, Angelica!" and started to turn back toward the bedroom door.

"Hey, Tommy?"

Tommy paused and turned slightly to glance back at his cousin. "Yeah, Angelica?"

Angelica hesitated for a split second, before forcing out, "You're not so bad. You know… sometimes."

Tommy smiled kindly. "Aw, thanks Angelica! You're not so bad niether!"

And with that, the small toddler left the room. It wasn't long after that that Angelica fell asleep.

*Don't try this at home, kids!

** Don't try this at home either!

Author's Note: And that was the second oneshot for Angelic Anxieties! I hope you enjoyed it! The suggestion for this story was given to me by Celrock.

Plot: This is a Part 2 for the last chapter, except this time, Tommy is being babysat instead of Dil. Angelica is supposed to be going on an outing with her parents the next day to make up for the fact that they couldn't the day before because they had to babysit Dil. But, Stu and Didi are invited to have dinner with Dr. Lipshitz, and have to bring Dil with them. But, Tommy is still sick and can't go. So, Angelica's outing is postponed again, so Angelica's family can babysit Tommy. Angelica keeps pestering Tommy to help her with something, like getting cookies from the kitchen (even though her parents forbid Angelica from getting too close to her cousin since he has a cold). But, Tommy is tired, cranky, and quite frankly, very grumpy because he needs sleep. Eventually, Angelica learns a very important lesson about letting people rest when they are sick, so they can get better. I hope you liked it Celrock! Hopefully, I didn't miss anything. Anyway, please keep sending in story suggestions! I'm enjoying seeing what you guys come up with! The next chapter should be posted somewhere between 2 and 3 weeks. Make it a great day everyone! :D

-Rugphan