9 in the morning, guests started pouring in.
Shannon: What did you do?!
Teagan: Oh? And this is MY fault somehow, I suppose?!
Teagan, glaring at Adrian Black: Who the hell invited you?
Adrian, recoiling in fear: Oh plumbbob, I should've known better than to come to one of your parties!
Thomas O'Sullivan, firefighter extraordinaire: Oh plumbob! Oh plumbbob! Nobody panic! It's just a fire.
Thomas, you look like you're panicking.
Shannon, wiping sweat from her brow: Don't worry everyone, it's out.
Martin, clapping happily: We did it! We put the fire out!
Seriously, I have no clue why he started happily clapping. My birthday party is ruined.
Shannon: I am beginning to hate this challenge.
You & me both.
Let's just skip to the aging without candles....
Teagan's kitchenette becomes the children's bedroom. It has a side for both good & evil children. :)
And Shannon's kitchenette becomes an all-purpose kitchen/livingroom.
Azriel, gathering plates to wash: We've got the raw end of this deal. I think we're going to be the ones responsible for cleaning around the house now.
Atomic: We could just blow up the dirty dishes and buy new ones.
Azriel, shooting Atomic a worried glance: No fires, Atomic.
Teagan: Shannon, quit sleeping on the job. I need help taking care of these newborns!
Atomic, sharing his diabolical plot with his mother: You know, I was thinking about it, and we could probably sell the babies on the side of the road. I'm sure someone would love to have a baby. Think of the money we could make!
Teagan, shaking her head: Won't work. It's against the law to sell babies.
Atomic, shrugging: Well, it was worth a shot.
Teagan: Keep up the good work, kid. Now scram and get to bed. You have school in the morning.