Babysitting Fluffy
"Chas, is there anyway you could possibly babysit Angelica's cat?" Charlotte asked over the phone.
Chas, who was working on his driveway, sighed. "I'm sorry, Charlottle, but I'm allergic-"
"Oh, you are!" Charlotte exclaimed. "I completely forgot! I am so sorry!"
"It happens," Chas assured her, not offended.
"I just don't know what we'll do though!" Charlotte bemoaned. "Spike doesn't get along with Fluffy, Betty and Howard really aren't cat people…"
"Did you try the Carmichaels?" Chas suggested.
"My goodness, you're right! I bet they would be willing to help!"
~MC~MC~MC~
"That was… surprisingly easy," Trixie commented.
The Creator nodded. "Yeah, amazing what happens when people remember the Carmichaels exist."
"Now… can we talk about THE DEVIL HANGING OUT HERE?!" Trixie shouted, pointing at Lucifer who, at that moment, was hitting on Joan of Arc.
"He's not evil," the creator pointed out. "He's a bit like Clark Kent except more orgies. Besides, I need a replacement Dil. And there are no other good babies around…" He rubbed his chin. "Huh… I wonder…"
~MC~MC~MC~
"Tommy," Didi said a few months later in the hospital as Stu brought the one year old over to the bed, "this is your little brother… Grogu."
Baby Yoda gurgled before using the Force to lift Tommy up… and eat him.
~MC~MC~MC~
The creator blinked. "Okay, that didn't work out." He waved his hand and rewrote reality.
"You are doing a bang up job emulating my father, Chaos!" Lucifer called out. "Baby killing so soon!"