"Yummy, yummy, yummy ... I got Auntie Mae in my
tummy!" Ewwiekewwieikkie sang, as she danced in the
living room while watching the HoloNet. Suddenly the
HoloNet went dead and the song stopped, causing
Ewwiekewwieikkie to become sad. "Oh no. HoloNet's
broke!" she said, as she began running circles around
the living room looking for the controls. All the while
she was letting out a low whine of pain from being
denied her favorite program. "SiSI!" she screamed to
Sierra at the top her lungs, so that she would be ever
to hear regardless of where she was. Her yellow eyes
went wide when she saw the controls and, pressing the
button, she began to cycle frequencies. The news was
working, as was the Imperial propaganda station, *and*
The Real Huttwives of Nal Hutta were still there, but
... no Rainbow Rancor. "Ugh. Why?!" she cried, as she
began jumping up and down frantically. When she managed
to get back to the Auntie Mae frequency a message
appeared on the screen that she did not understand: "Due
to unpaid bills by Duke Marcus and Duchess Zara all
members of the House of Rodney will be denied access to
all Auntie Mae ice cream parlor locations, access to the
Auntie Mae holonet frequency, and access to Auntie
Maeland." She looked at it, and brought her right hand
up to her head and began to scratch.
"Ahhh." Sierra Rodney let out a delighted sigh as she
settled into a bubble bath she had prepared for herself.
Her son had decided he did not like to sleep, and thus
the prior night had left Sierra more than a little sleep
deprived. As soon as Bruce went down for a nap, she
decided to let herself relax before napping. She reached
towards the edge of the tub, grabbing a pudding cup she
had snuck upstairs. In all of her efforts to *not* let
Ewwiekewwieikkie or Melickielickie know, she had
forgotten a spoon. She dipped her index finger in the
pudding and brought it to her mouth. Her whole body had
just begun to relax when she heard her name being
screamed. Sierra thought the scream sounded panicked.
She assumed someone was hurt. She dropped her pudding
into the bath water as she darted out of the tub. "Robe.
Robe. Robe!!!" She looked around for it in a rush. As
soon as she found one, she threw it on ... only to
realize it was much too big for her. Sierra recalled
something in her wedding vows stating 'what's mine is
yours', so she shamelessly tore through the house, down
the stairs, and into the living room wearing her
husband's robe. "*What's wrong*!?" She screamed.
Melickielickie had stolen the high tom-tom and drum
sticks from Drusilla's drum set in her room. She was
seated in the living room, banging on the drum while her
sister sang. "In mah tummmyyyy." Melickielickie sang
backup vocals. Everyone knew when the holonet stopped
working. Instead of searching for a solution, she began
to cry. "Wahhhhh! No Rancor! No more Rancor!" She did
not understand why all the stuff her mommy and daddy
liked to watch worked, but *no* Rainbow Rancor.
"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" Ewwiekewwieikkie groaned, in
exasperation, as she pointed towards the HoloNet
receiver which now had nothing but the message from
Auntie Mae. "The Rainbow Rancor is ... *gone!*" which
was followed by a loud, drawn out whine. "Wha happen?
Wha happen?" she asked, as she fell to her knees
dramatically in front of Sierra. She grabbed hold of the
robe she was wearing and buried her face in it, crying
excessively into it, *and* blowing her nose. "Is he gone
forever?" she asked, between tears and sobs as she was
overcome with a sense of loss and sadness. "Did I do
something wrong?!" she cried out, as she angled her head
up to look at Sierra.
The smaller Squib was greatly influenced by her big
sister. She moved towards Sierra, still crying. "Wha
happen!?" Melickielickie pressed her head into her
mother's robe where she continued to sob dramatically.
Ewwiekewwiekkie's words scared her. "No more Rancor ...
*ever*!? Nuuuu!!" She, too, blew her nose into the robe.
She was struck by hardships that she couldn't
Sierra's heart was racing. She was breathing heavy
from the quick sprint she had made to reach the girls. "Wh...What?"
The Rainbow Rancor was gone? She was a sucker for her
adoptive daughter's tears. She crouched down, hugging
each of them. "Oh, Ewwiekewwieikkie. You didn't do
*anything* wrong. Let me see what I can do to bring
Rainbow Rancor back. It'll be okay.." She squeezed both
girls. The chance of Claudius not knowing she had used
his robe were gone now. She could see combination of
snot and blue fur all over its front. Wopps. Sierra drew
herself away from the girls. She was ready to call
Ensign Sheppard to fix the problem with the transmitter
when she read the screen. "No.." Marcus and Zara were
responsible for the girls missing their favorite show.
She turned around. "Uncle Marcy Marc made Rainbow Rancor
go away." She informed them, happy that it wasn't her
fault. "Why don't we take a visit to see him and get
Rainbow Rancor back?"
"What?! Oh no!" Ewwiekewwieikkie squealed, as she
turned her attention to Melickielickie. "Oh no!" she
shouted right in Melickielickie's face. "C'mon SiSi,"
she said, as she grabbed Sierra by the arm and began
attempting to drag her towards the landing pad in her
bath robe. "C'mon Melickielickie! C'mon Sorbet!" she
said, as she looked towards her adoptive sister and
bantha. "We gonna go make Uncle Marcy Marc give back the
Rainbow Rancor ... or else!" she said, as she continued
to try to drag an unwilling Sierra outside. "...or else
what?" she thought, unsure of what she had threatened to
do. "Hmm. Hmm. Or else no Auntie Mae's for him either!
Hah!" she said, unaware of what was really happening.
"Uh. Wait. No!" Sierra cried. "I'm not *dressed*..!
Goodness, you are strong." She commented, as the Squib
seemed to have very little trouble in dragging her out
of the house. "Drusilla!" She called out. "You're in
charge of watching over your brother!" Sierra was
outside at the point in which she called for Dru. She
made her way to the Kwai, passing by all the
Stormtroopers in nothing but a robe. Ewwiekewwieikkie
really couldn't pick a worse time to go on an adventure.
She made sure both girls were properly strapped while
Sorbet licked at her face. He really did smell bad.
Sierra made a mental note to herself to summon her aid
to take care of the bantha's stench. When both girls
were ready, she sat at the controls to pilot them to
Delaya. "When you see Uncle Marcy Marc, I want you to
give him your best pout." Sierra commented to both
girls. Once the shuttle was on the way to Delaya, she
set on the auto controls and moved to the cabin to
search for *anything* she could wear. She was going to
have a story to tell Claudius later.
Melickielickie wiggled in her seat. "99 bottles of
blue milk on the wall! 99 bottles of blue milk! Take one
down, pass it around... 94 bottles of blue milk on the
wall! 67 bottles of blue milk on the wall..." She sang,
kicking her feet back and forth. "Why did Uncle Marcy
Marc take away the Rancor?" She asked her sister, her
eyes beginning to fill with tears again. "I *love*
Ewwiekewwieikkie was already pouting, and nothing
would make her smile until the Rainbow Rancor was back
on the HoloNet. "Because he's a poopy head!" she told
Melickielickie, before folding her arms in front of her
chest melodramatically. "Poopy head! Poopy head! Poopy
head!" she said, repeatedly, as if she were taunting
Marcus, despite his not being there. "I'm gonna stomp on
his foot and ... and ... and ... and bite him!" she
said, before opening her mouth wide and chomping down.
"Om nom nom!" she said, mimicking what she planned to do
to her uncle. "Oooh. Oooh. Can we go to Auntie Mae's
first? I'm hungy!" she said, as she smiled to Sierra and
rubbed her belly. She was *always* hungry, but she had
no idea that the ban applied to the ice cream parlor as
Sierra could hear chants of 'poopy head' from both
girls in the cabin. The only clothing she could find was
a spare uniform of Claudius', so her choices were either
to remain in a robe while she met with her
brother-in-law and attempted to be taken seriously, or
she could swim in his tunic and trousers. She placed her
head in her hands and began to laugh. This kind of thing
only happened to the House of Rodney. When the chants of
'poopy head' turned to threats of biting, she was forced
to quickly dress and rush into the cabin to chastise the
girls for wanting to bite their uncle. She had
experienced a bite from Melickielickie. She could only
imagine how painful one from a fully grown Squib would
be. As she adjusted her belt to the last possible loop,
she spoke. "Yes, we can go to Auntie Mae's first *but*
neither of you are allowed to bite your uncle. We have
to use our words.. And our pouts." She sat back down
just in time for the Kwai to exit hyperspace just
outside Delaya. She brought the ship down into the city
instead of going to the castle immediately. No one
wanted to see what happened when *two* Squibs were
hangry. "Okay girls. Buddy system. Hold hands." She
unbuckled her seat and rose. Delaya made her feel
uncomfortable now that Claudius was unable to follow her
there. She was concerned that Governor Arundel would
Unfortunately for Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie
they had just posted a sign on the front of Auntie Mae's
with the House of Rodney crest with a line through it
indicating they were banned. "I'm gonna eat so much,"
Ewwiekewwieikkie said, as she ran towards Auntie Mae's,
getting away from Sierra. However, she remembered the
rules of the 'buddy system' and was dragging
Melickielickie behind her like a ragdoll. "How much you
gonna eat?" she said to Melickielickie, but when she got
to Auntie Mae's there was a droid in the way denying
them entry. "No! No! No! Lemme in!" she said, as she
began stomping her feet and flailing her arms up and
down. "By order of Auntie Mae you are banned from all
Auntie Mae's ice cream parlor until Duke Marcus and
Duchess Zara pay their debts!" the droid informed them,
before shutting the door in their face. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Ewwiekewwieikkie screamed, before collapsing onto the
street in front of the floor, and curling up into a
little blue ball and rocked back and forth.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna eat like.... Like..." She
reached her arms out wide. "*Dis much*! Dis much ice
cream!" Melickielickie never seemed to mind being
dragged around by her sister. Currently, they were both
sharing in the excitement of visiting their favorite ice
cream parlor. "Almost there...!!! Nom noms! Eeee!" For
the second time today, the Squibs were denied what they
loved. Ewwiekewwieikkie couldn't grasp the situation,
but she did understand that they were being denied ice
cream. All over again, her eyes filled with tears. She
fell to the street with her sister. "*Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy*!?"
She screamed, slamming her paws on the ground.
Even Sierra felt the hankering for some puddin' pops
at this point. Secret pudding time had been ruined by
Marcus, who even she was beginning to feel like she was
going to viciously bite. She didn't think Auntie Mae
would go as far as to block the family from *all* of her
parlors. The closer Sierra came to the parlor, the more
she recognized the sign on the door. The House of Rodney
was *banned*. Mentally, she was cursing a string of
words that it was better neither of the girls ever
heard. She felt bad for them. Neither Ewwiekewwieikkie
or Melickielickie were responsible for the loss of all
things Auntie Mae. She bent down. "We're going to go see
Uncle Marcy Marc right now. As soon as he takes care of
it, we'll come back and you guys can eat as much as you
want ... on his bill." She took a moment to flag down a
speeder, then drag both Squib into it. Before she got
into the speeder, she spotted a droid with a tray of
samples moving back and forth in front of the parlor.
Sierra quickly ran over to the droid, grabbed the tray,
and dashed into the back of the speeder with her girls.
"Drive!" She demanded. "To Rodney Castle." Adrenaline
pumped through her veins from stealing ice cream
samples. She offered the tray to the girls. "How's about
some ice cream?"
"Yay! Yay!" Ewwiekewwieikkie said in the back of the
speeder taxi, as she not only ate the ice cream samples,
but the flimsiplast cups they were in. The speeder
ascended up the mountain pass towards the castle, but
not fast enough for her. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she
shouted at the driver, as they eventually made their way
to the speeder port in front of the castle. As the door
opened, she spied with her eye an Auntie Mae's kiosk.
"Oh my!!!" she said, as she tumbled out of the speeder
towards it. Unfortunately the Auntie Mae's kiosk had
been repossessed and was in the process of being taken
away. "Oh no!!!" she shouted, as she hunger her head in
despair as it got further and further away. "What? Why?
How? Who? When? Where?!" she cried out to Sierra, as the
poor little Squib could not understand what was
happening. She then began running towards the castle
where she found her Uncle Marcus and it a fit of rage,
uncharacteristic of her she went right for his leg. "You
bring back Rainbow Rancor! You bring back ice cream!"
she said, before opening her mouth wide and clamping
down on his leg with her jaw. She held her mouth in
place and began to growl.
"Ice cream! You scream! We all scream!"
Melickielickie's song only lasted as long as it took to
begin shoving samples into her mouth. "Mommmeee! Is
yummy!" For the briefest of moments, there was some
semblance of calmness. Melickielickie's mood improved.
She was using her tongue to lick the last drop of ice
cream from the flimsiplast cup when they arrived at the
family's castle. She, too, caught sight of the Auntie
Mae's kiosk. "Ooooh. Moar ice cream?" She asked, looking
to Sierra, then to Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Where it go? Why
it move? Ice cream no have legs." She didn't wait for
any questions to be answered. Instead, she hopped out of
the speeder and raced after Ewwie. "Sissy! Sissy!" She
It all happened so quickly. Sierra was paying the
driver. The girls were gone an instant later. "Oh no,"
she sighed. She had a bad feeling about this. It had
been a hard day for Ewwiekewwieikkie. Sierra scurried to
catch up with her girls. Despite their talk about using
words, when she stumbled upon Marcus, Zara,
Ewwiekewwieikkie, and Melickielickie, her adoptive
daughter was latched onto Marcus' leg with her mouth. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!"
She rushed over to her. "You have to let go of your
uncle. He can't fix anything with your teeth in his
leg..." Sierra looked up at Marcus with an apologetic,
exhausted smile. "Auntie Mae has taken away our access
to all of her parlors as well as Rainbow Rancor. Can you
pay her so my girls can enjoy their show and ice cream
again?" She asked Marcus.
From seemingly nowhere, Sorbet appeared. He had ran
alongside the speeder to the castle. He was protective
over Ewwiekewwieikkie, so as soon as he saw her attack
Marcus, he did too. The bantha slammed his hoof down
onto the ground, reared his head, and charged at the
Duke of Delaya.
"What the what!?" Duchess Zara Rodney heard
Ewwiekewwieikkie before she saw her. "Ewwie?" She
grinned. Despite her love for Callista and her other
nieces and nephews, Ewwiekewwieikkie was her favorite.
She didn't expect the Squib to bite Marcus, but when she
did, Zara gasped. She grabbed Ewwiekewwieikkie and tried
to make her let go. "Uncle Marcy Marc's leg isn't a ...
chew ... toy..!" The girl would not budge!
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Duke Marcus Rodney cried as his Squib
niece arrived and then began gnawing on his leg, which
caused an unexpected amount of pain. And just when he
was coping with that, the bantha collided with him,
knocking him to the ground ... hard, but
Ewwiekewwieikkie did not let go. "Stop! Stop!" he
begged, as he was in danger of being trampled *and*
having his leg bitten off. "Is *that* what this is
about?" he asked Sierra, incredulously, as he looked up
at her from beneath the bantha. "Auntie Mae has profited
off me and my wife since the beginning. I will not pay
for damage caused by the Squib King. She should bill
him. Enough is enough!" he shouted, which only made his
niece bite down more.
"Ewwiekewwieikkie, you have to let go.." Sierra
clutched her. Marcus was only delivering words that were
disappointed for both girls. She could hear
Melickielickie dramatically breaking out into a sob for
the millionth time today. Sorbet had released his next
phase of attack, which included licking and making
Marcus smell like a bantha in need of a 'batha'. "Can't
you contact him and make him pay? You don't understand.
This isn't *only* about you and Zara it's us too. Even
Callista won't be able to get ice cream." She reminded
her brother, pulling back on Ewwiekewwieikkie. "She
isn't going to let go until *you* fix this."
"I'm not letting go until Rainbow Rancor is back,"
Ewwiekewwieikkie mumbled, through a mouthful of Marcus,
as she continued to bite down on his leg. She did not
understand what was going on, or why it happened ...
only that she wanted her show back and ice cream to eat.
She wondered what she had done wrong that made Marcus
decide to take them away from her. He was a 'koovy'
uncle, but now he was being a poopy head.
"Have you ever spoken to the King? He's completely
unreasonable," Marcus informed Sierra, before he
suddenly found himself being slobbered on by the bantha.
"Ugh. Where did this thing come from? Zara! Help me!
Help me!" he pleaded with his wife, as a ton of bantha
spittle began dripping all over his face. It even got in
his eyes temporarily obscuring his vision. "The King
will never play. He is claiming diplomatic immunity," he
said, as he tried to bring his arm up to wipe his eyes,
but the bantha had pinned it down. "Zara!" he again
whined, as he gave her the family's hereditary pout.
"I'll save you, Marcus!" She exclaimed. It looked as
if the bantha was trying to lick Marcus' face right off.
She shoved the bantha, hard, until it caught a scent of
something cooking in the kitchen and ran off. "One
down.." She said, using the sleeve of her dress to help
clean Marcus off. Her efforts were pointless. He'd need
a shower after his bantha tongue bath. She inched down
towards Ewwiekewwieikkie, dipping her hands beneath her
arms to tickle at her sides and armpits.
Sierra rolled her eyes. Marcus was right. It was hard
to change the King's mind once he had settled it. "Will
you *please* give in and pay it? You don't understand
because the twins aren't old enough yet, but
Melickielickie and Ewwiekewwieikkie eat, sleep, and
breathe that Rainbow Rancor show. She's not going to let
go unless you fix this." Even Sierra was pouting at this
Zara knew exactly what to do. Ewwiekewwieikkie began
giggling the moment she started being tickled, which
caused her to lose her grip on Marcus' leg. She rolled
onto her belly, kicking her little legs in the air and
flailing her arms wildly. "Hehehehehe!" she said, as she
stopped crying and looked up at her Aunt Zara. "Tickle
time!" she said, as she continued giggling, suddenly
forgetting what she was sad about. The more she was
tickled the more excited she became and before she knew
it she had an accident. "Oopsy!" she cried, as she
continued laughing, despite having made a mess.
Marcus was relieved when Zara intervened and saved
him from his niece and her pet. "Do you know how high
that bill is?" he protested to Sierra, as he sat up and
began preparing to get himself up off the ground. He
looked and saw Ewwiekewwieikkie had an accident from the
tickling, causing him to lower his face into his palm.
"Did she..?" he asked, but shook his head and moved to
the side to consider things. "What do you think, my
love?" he asked her, as he had vowed never to act
unilaterally following his marriage to her. They would
be a partnership as Duke and Duchess, in the spirit of
Germancius and Raeni ... the first and still the gold
Zara had freed Marcus, so she continued to tickle
Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Tickle time!" Her hands moved down to
her stomach, tickling more there. She didn't realize
that she would push Ewwiekewwieikkie too far and cause
her to have an accident. "Ohno. Sorry..." She had
learned a lesson for the future with the twins. "Um. Um.
I'll help you get changed, Ewwie." She said, rising to
her feet. Zara actually felt bad that her extended
family had suffered as a result of Marcus and her
boycotting Auntie Mae's. Despite her love for the purple
potato ice cream, even Zara had decided to stand strong
against the ice cream phenomenon. She looked away from
Marcus. Her eyes settled on Melickielickie, who was
doing her best Rodney pout... and succeeding. "Awww,
okay. We'll pay the bill to Auntie Mae's as long as you
go see the King of Skor II and try to get him to
reimburse us. We *really* shouldn't have to pay for what
he did." She was tempted to take the King to court over
the mental scars his video had given her and Marcus.
Sierra had to do a double take to understand that
Ewwiekewwieikkie had an accident. She was used to bodily
fluids because of Bruce. Ewwie was another story. "Don't
worry about it, Zara. We'll get her into something dry
before we leave. I can request to see the King. As you
know, he isn't an easy man to bargain with. I'll see
what I can do.." As soon as ice cream and Rainbow Rancor
were restored, Sierra was going to fly up to the
Retributor for some quiet time in Claudius' office. He
was *never* going to believe what had happened today.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" the sound of the nanny droid
shouted as she came hurriedly into the confluence of
Rodneys. "Duchess Zara, I have the most dreadful news!"
she informed her, as she began to spin around excitedly,
flailing all four of her arms. "When they came to
repossess your Auntie Mae kiosk they left a preview
flavor for you to sample," she said, and then offered it
over towards her. On the carton was a caricature of
Marcus Rodney pulling empty pockets out of his pants.
The flavor name? Deadbeat Dingleberry. "It is all over
the HoloNet, I am afraid," she informed her, as her
photoreceptors caught a glimpse of the mess
Ewwiekewwieikkie had made. If she were a human servant
she would have surely feinted.
"What nowwww?" Zara whined. When one fire went out,
five others seemed to appear. She turned her attention
to Nana. "Dreadful news!? Are the babies okay?!" Now
that Luna was gone, Zara wouldn't put it past Luna's
husband to get revenge on her family. It was paranoia,
but it was also *possible*. The bad news revolved around
a new ice cream flavor with a caricature of her husband
on it. "Awww. It's cute." She said. She moved her
fingers on the cartoon to see what the caricature was
doing. 'Deadbeat Dingleberry' it read on the carton.
Zara's face turned red. Auntie Mae had cashed in on her
and Marcus too many times. "No!!!" She threw the carton
of ice cream as far as she could. "I'm not paying her!
Auntie Mae has gone too far! If anything, she owes *us*
credits for all the times she's exploited us!" Zara
turned her back on Sierra. She knelt down on the ground.
"That woman..." She muttered, looking at Marcus' bit
leg. "I oughta..."
"The ice cream is back already?!" Ewwiekewwieikkie
shouted, excitedly, as she saw the single carton of ice
cream delivered. But then the worst thing happened ...
Zara threw it. To Ewwiekewwieikkie it was happening in
slow motion and she began to panic. "Oh no!" she said,
as she rose to her feet to chase after it, but she was
too fast, and she slipped in the puddle she had made.
Face first she went into the marble floor, which caused
a major ouchy. "Ouch!" she cried, but as she lifted her
face she saw the ice cream crash and splatter. "No!" she
shouted, as she began crawling towards it. "Hurry,
Melickielickie!" she shouted, as she scrambled up to the
ice cream and began eating it off the floor.
"That vile woman. I should have the Alderaan Guard
detain her for libel," Marcus said, as he saw what it
said on the carton of ice cream. He moved towards his
wife, and wrapping his arms around her tightly and
holding her near. "I do not want the children to be
denied ice cream," he told her, as he lowered his head
and placed a kiss upon the top of her head. "Maybe we
should just pay it and be done with it," he said to her,
as he was getting ready to surrender. He loved all of
his nieces, and he imagined the same sight playing out
on New Alderaan.
"Flying ice cream!!!" It was like something out of a
bedtime story. Melickielickie quickly rose to her feet.
"I catch it! I catch it! I catch it!" She called out
after watching her sister fall in a puddle of her own
mess. "I save you. I catch it!" Try as she might,
Melickielickie was unable to save the carton. Instead,
it hit the floor and spilled every which way. "*Ice
cream*!" She cheered, lapping at the floor right next to
her sister. "Oooh yummy! It tasty! It good! Mommeee, try
"She's a ... a ... poopy head." Zara growled,
crossing her arms in front of her body. She was mostly
bitter that Auntie Mae was *still* using the footage
from the Sea Islands to promote her ice creams. Her
children had flavors as well. She was fuming, but she
decided not to bite Marcus over it. "I'm never gonna eat
purple potato ice cream again." She complained, resting
her head on his shoulder as they came together. As angry
as she was, it felt inhumane to take it out on all of
the girls. Callista would be really sad too. "Murrr...
Fine, fine. She better get rid of this stupid 'Deadbeat
Dingleberry' flavor after we've paid." Or Zara would
hack into Auntie Mae's credit account and see to it that
everything in it disappeared.
Sierra had watched all of the insanity.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was going to need roughly five baths to
properly clean her. Despite the new Auntie Mae flavor,
Zara and Marcus broke down and decided to pay what was
owed to the woman. "Oh, thank you.. Did you hear that,
girls? There's going to be ice cream and Rainbow Rancor
Ewwiekewwieikkie looked up at Sierra with a faceful
of Deadbeat Dingleberry. "Yay! Yay! Yay!" she screamed,
before climbing up from the puddle of ice cream and
began running towards Sierra. She wrapped her arms
around her, burying her face in her father's uniform and
getting it covered in dingleberry. "You saved
everything!" she squealed, as she hugged her as tightly
as she could. She had never been so sad and so happy in
a single day. What a rollercoaster she thought, which
made her think of Auntie Maeland. "We go Auntiemaeland
again?" she asked, as she looked up with hopeful eyes.
"Yes, dear. She is a poopy head," Marcus replied to
Zara, as he held her against him. "Yes you will. You're
pregnant. You need your purple potato ice cream," he
said, as he moved his hand to her head and began to
gently caress her. "I'm sure she will," he said to her,
trying his best to smooth this over. He was embarrassed
that his temper and his desire to spite the wicked
Auntie Mae had collaterally damaged his nieces. It was
time to investigate just who Auntie Mae was, where she
had come from, and how she had grown so quickly into a
galactic power. Something was not right.
"Oooh..." Sierra had now ruined several pieces of
Claudius' wardrobe. She was sure he'd understand and
that it hadn't been the first time...wouldn't be the
last time. She was glad to make Ewwiekewwieikkie happy
again. "*A-ah*. Ewwiekewwieikkie, too tight!" Sierra
gasped, squeezing her adoptive daughter back lovingly.
She could feel Melickielickie join in on the hugs at her
legs. "We'll go to Auntiemaeland again soon. We can't go
without daddy, right?" After today, Sierra was certain
she'd never survive the girls at Auntie Maeland by
herself. She began to gather her children to take them
Zara's mood started to improve the longer her husband
held her. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder. "I'm
boycotting it." She mumbled. They both knew the truth.
As soon as a craving hit, they'd be back at Auntie Mae's
to satisfy it. She let out a deflating sigh. "We'll
start going to that Auntie Mae's rip off, Uncle Tae's."
Zara drew her head back. She smiled. "Let's go hide out
in our bedroom and snuggle the twins." She suggested,
already beginning to lead him off.
"He can come!" Ewwiekewwieikkie declared, but really
she just wanted to get back to Auntie Maeland regardless
of who went. But then something incredible happened.
"Uncle Tae's?!" she asked, as she let go of Sierra and
began running towards Zara. "We're coming too!" she
announced, despite the fact that they had not been
invited. "Did you hear that Melickielickie?!" she asked,
as she began raising her feet up and down and shaking
her arms rapidly. "That means ... Taetor Tots!" she
screamed, before giving Zara a similarly constrictive
There was no stopping them. Sierra had both Squibs,
then she had *no* Squibs. She watched them run off over
the promise of food. "Looks like there's going to be a
sleepover at Uncle Marcy Marc's tonight!" Sierra called,
effectively throwing Marcus under the speeder bus for
the second time today. It was the least they could do
after putting the girls through a traumatizing day. She
secretly dreamed of going on a date with her husband and
leaving Drusilla in charge of *only* Bruce.
Claudius had suffered so much from the news that he
had helped Jelena reach Delaya and escape the Ringali
Shell that Marcus was still carrying a burden of guilt.
In his mind, he had nearly killed his brother from the
shock of it all. Now his debt had caused his two Squib
daughters to suffer, making him feel all the more
miserable. He needed to make a gesture. "Sierra, we will
take charge of the Squibs, see that they are cleaned,
fed, and bedded down for the night," he said, as he
reached out to give Zara another squeeze of reassurance.
He was going to owe her for this. "You can reclaim them
after you've had a day or two or rest," he said, before
crouching down to look at the Squibs. "Taetor Tots!" he
yelled, as he attempted to regain his title of 'koovy'
"*Taetor Tots*?!" Melickielickie gasped. "What
those?" She didn't need to be convinced to go with her
sister. She ran after her, promptly hugging her aunt. "Auntieee!"
She nuzzled her ice cream covered muzzle into Zara's
dress. "Let's goooo!"
She nodded her head. Despite the rift in the family,
she knew Marcus would never do anything to his nieces.
She nodded her head. "Thank you, brother. I will return
to recollect them soon. Claudius and I will enjoy the
break." Semi-break, anyway. "Be good, Ewwiekewwieikkie
and Melickielickie. Listen to your aunt and uncle! I
love you.." She watched them all leave together before
she, too, turned to head back into the city. It had been
a wild day ... but a fun day too!