Disclaimer: I don't own Jessie.

Gasping (and frantically hitting the open button), Jessie prayed, "please let them be okay, please, please, please!"

Ding! The door opened and Jessie stepped out, darting to the screening room.

"Luke? Emma?" Jessie cried. They were definitely not in the screening room.

Jessie searched every room downstairs. Then, after scouring the living room, she hurriedly ran upstairs. She searched Ravi's old room, Luke's room, Emma's, and Zuri's. They were nowhere to be seen.

Then, Jessie heard babbling coming from... her room?

She quickly burst into her room and made a mad dash for the bathroom. There, she found Luke, sitting on the toilet seat, and Emma, giving him a makeover. Luke did not look happy.

"Emma." Jessie leaned against the wall. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

"Luke pretty," Emma said, laying down the lipstick she had been smearing on Luke's face. She made a run for the door.

Jessie put her arm out, catching Emma.

"Where do you think you're going,?"

Emma hung her head in shame. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"It's all right, just don't do it again. Now," she added, "go sit on your bed and think about what you've done."

Emma grumbled, dragging herself to her bedroom.

"Now," Jessie huffed, "time to get you cleaned up." She grabbed a washcloth and gently wiped off the lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush that was splattered on Luke's face.

After that was finished, with Luke on her hip, Jessie walked to Emma's room.

"Emma?" she said, knocking quietly. She entered the room. "I have a surprise for you."

"What?" Emma wondered, hopping up from her pink bedspread.

"Just come on!" Jessie gestured for her to come as she stepped downstairs. Emma followed, curious.

"Bertram." Jessie walked quickly over to the butler, who was on his iPad in the kitchen. She lowered her voice.

"I'm going to need you to occupy Luke and Emma while I figure out the time machine." Jessie set Luke down on the counter on the left side of the fridge.

Bertram groaned.

"Just have them do something you like," Jessie suggested, "like bake a cake or something." She glanced at Luke, whose little hands were in the sugar bowl, grabbing the biggest handful he could.

"Maybe I should take care of Luke." Jessie picked him up, closing the sugar bowl and dusting his hands off.

"What about Morgan and Christina?" Bertram inquired.

"They shouldn't be home anytime soon," Jessie assured the butler. "It'll be awhile before-"

Ding!

Jessie's jaw dropped. They were home! Her mind was racing. She thought about hiding the kids, but then the parents would get curious. She decided it was best to just tell them what happened. Jessie grabbed Emma's hand and walked into the living room.

"Hi," Jessie said awkwardly to her bosses. She looked at them. Christina was wide-eyed.

"Who is this?" Morgan asked, pinching Emma's cheeks, and twirling a lock of Luke's dark hair around his finger.

"Are you babysitting or something?" Christina raised her eyebrows.

"Well-" Jessie began.

"Honey," Morgan interrupted, "these kids look strangely familiar!"

Christina observed the children. "You're right! These kids look exactly like-"

"Those kids we saw on that Fran's Funhouse billboard!" Morgan exclaimed in agreement. "I always wanted to go there-"

"Morgan!" Christina screeched. "These children are-"

Emma giggled. "Mommy and Daddy be silly."

Jessie looked worried as Christina crouched down to Emma's level.

"Emma," Christina breathed.

Jessie awkwardly bent down to Emma's level, too.

Morgan bent down too. He lightly touched baby Luke's face.

"Luke," he said softly.

"Daddy totes silly." Emma hopped into her father's arms.

"I can explain," Jessie said quickly. She nervously stepped upstairs. "Follow me."

She explained to Morgan and Christina what happened, giving them every full detail. She traveled to room to room, showing them what had gone on in the elevator, the kid's bedrooms, etc.

They finished the time-traveling tour in the elevator.

"I did a movie just like that once!" Morgan commented as Jessie finished thoroughly explaining the elevator button incidents. "The characters went in time by pressing the exact same buttons."

Morgan went on about how it only affected adults, and how the first four numbers stood for T-I-M-E, and the last number meant how many years they traveled.

"That makes much more sense, but how did they go back to the present?!" Jessie asked frantically.

Morgan shrugged. "They didn't, they stayed in the past forever."

Everyone groaned miserably.

"Just kidding," Morgan laughed. "They pressed the numbers in reverse order, ironically."

"How many years, how many years..." Jessie was muttering. "Five!"

Jessie quickly pressed 5, then 5 again, then 13, 9, and 20.