It was another day that ended in y, which meant their #2 in all but name was out leading a storm on the venture compound again. The Monarch and Sheila on their thrones watching the chaos below on the big screens. Gary was going toe to toe against Hatred and it was getting pretty serious.
The Scarianette had Doc all twisted up while the battle raged below.
The babysitter of the night, had fallen asleep, ignoring Gary's very clear orders to watch Paul closely since he was starting to get closer to real crawling and knew where to crawl too to make the auto door open. Still, the henchman passed out on Gary's bunk and didn't see Paulie pulling himself from his crib beside the bunk. Pulling himself past the man and onto the pillow on the floor, Gary had put there the first time Paulie throw himself into the floor. The baby didn't cry when he landed on the pillow. Nope, he was ready to go exploring.
His dad was gone again, and he never liked that. The determined baby was pulling himself as he seemed to realize he could use his legs more. Crawling quickly out the door in his Jedi onesie, and a diaper that should have been changed awhile ago. The room the two shared wasn't far from the control room and that was where he was crawling too without really realizing it. The henchmen who ran past paid no mind too the baby as they rushed to their stations. It was the evil laugh of the Monarch that caught his attention.
As the Monarch snapped a little later at his henchmen for bitching about a night off. He took a sniff of the air. "Honey bun, what is that?"
Sheila making a face, before hearing a noise and looking down to see Paulie sitting between their thrones, chewing on his own toes through the onesie. She facepalmed. "Page 21, and we have got to take 37 off baby duty. This is getting ridiculous."
Instead of paging 21, he blasted it off the intercom, so even Venture heard it. "21! Your child smells terrible, come get him! RIGHT NOW!"
Hatred was laughing as Gary rushed across the lawn, a threat yelled back at Hatred. Oh, he was going to rip 27 a new one this time. At least he knew Sheila would be there to keep Monarch from complaining too much. She was the best titi a baby could ask for after all. And it would buy Gary some time to get back on the Cocoon and deal with getting his child cleaned and probably a bath again. He never should have left him in a white onesie.
Paulie crawlin'
The Scarianette had Doc all twisted up while the battle raged below.
The babysitter of the night, had fallen asleep, ignoring Gary's very clear orders to watch Paul closely since he was starting to get closer to real crawling and knew where to crawl too to make the auto door open. Still, the henchman passed out on Gary's bunk and didn't see Paulie pulling himself from his crib beside the bunk. Pulling himself past the man and onto the pillow on the floor, Gary had put there the first time Paulie throw himself into the floor. The baby didn't cry when he landed on the pillow. Nope, he was ready to go exploring.
His dad was gone again, and he never liked that. The determined baby was pulling himself as he seemed to realize he could use his legs more. Crawling quickly out the door in his Jedi onesie, and a diaper that should have been changed awhile ago. The room the two shared wasn't far from the control room and that was where he was crawling too without really realizing it. The henchmen who ran past paid no mind too the baby as they rushed to their stations. It was the evil laugh of the Monarch that caught his attention.
As the Monarch snapped a little later at his henchmen for bitching about a night off. He took a sniff of the air. "Honey bun, what is that?"
Sheila making a face, before hearing a noise and looking down to see Paulie sitting between their thrones, chewing on his own toes through the onesie. She facepalmed. "Page 21, and we have got to take 37 off baby duty. This is getting ridiculous."
Instead of paging 21, he blasted it off the intercom, so even Venture heard it. "21! Your child smells terrible, come get him! RIGHT NOW!"
Hatred was laughing as Gary rushed across the lawn, a threat yelled back at Hatred. Oh, he was going to rip 27 a new one this time. At least he knew Sheila would be there to keep Monarch from complaining too much. She was the best titi a baby could ask for after all. And it would buy Gary some time to get back on the Cocoon and deal with getting his child cleaned and probably a bath again. He never should have left him in a white onesie.