Patrick, Pete, Andy, and Brendon hurried down the stairs. There was zero time to waste. Helena was crying even louder this time. She was surrounded by Mikey, Joe, and Ryan. The others stood near them, offering moral support.

"There you are!" Ryan said, breathing a sigh of relief.  We need all hands on deck."

"I think three people is enough." Mikey said, wiping the sweat off his face.

"No, we can always take more people!" Joe said.

"Alright then. I'm going in. Pray for me. Pray for the wicked." Brendon said before doing the sign of the cross and plugging his nose and standing next to Ryan. Ryan gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Wait a second! I forgot about my clothespin collection!" Frank exclaimed.

"Your what now?" Dallon asked.

"My clothespin collection!"

"You haven't thrown that out yet?" Ray asked, shaking his head.

"I'll be right back!" Frank said before heading for the stairs.

"What is he talking about?" Andy asked Frank.

"Oh gosh it's so weird. Every since Frank was four years old he's been collecting clothespins. it's the weirdest item to collect." Ray explained, embarrassed for his friend.

"Wow. How many does he have?" Dallon asked, impressed.

"I think he's up to around 1,300 now. He doesn't buy them. It's only the ones he finds in the trash or on the streets or somewhere else like that."

"And he carries all 1,300 around with him?" Bob asked.

"No. Usually he brings twenty with him on vacations. Please don't ask me why, I don't know. I don't even think he himself knows."

Frank came barreling down the stairs with eleven clothespins. By now the smell of Helena's diaper was spreading around and harming the people who weren't changing her diaper. Everyone was grateful for the protection.

Well except Bob who didn't get one.

"Where's mine?" He asked.

"I didn't have enough." Frank said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"But I literally just listened with Ray talk about how you always carry twenty on vacations!" Bob said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Frank said flatly before turning away.

Thankfully it only took thirty five minutes to change her diaper.

Okay fine that's a lot, I get it. But let's be real here. With twelve band members changing a baby's diaper how fast did you think it was going to take?

After her diaper was fresh and clean Joe and Gerard took it outside to bury. They feared the smell would leak through the trashcan so by burying it on the opposite side of their island would help. They buried a small hole two feet deep with just sticks and their bare hands. After that they came back to the house to find Helena crying once again.

"What is could it be now?" Gerard asked, exasperated. "Was changing her diaper not enough?"

"Gerard, babies need lots of attention you know." Mikey said.

"Yeah, you sure would know Mikey."

"Maybe we should just put her to bed." Ryan suggested.

"Yeah! And we can try out the crib we worked so hard on!" Patrick said.

Brendon, who was now holding Helena, placed her gently in the bed. Her crying persisted and didn't lighten up in the least.

"Does anyone know any lullabies?" Gerard croaked.

Mikey stepped forward. "Rockabye baby, on the tree to-"

"No Pete! That song is so sad! The cradle drops at the end! Don't expose our kid to that!" Gerard snapped.

"Okay sorry then. Do you have any other ideas?" Mikey said sarcastically.

"Yes. I do." Gerard said. He nervously searched his brain for any ideas. His eyes lightened up when he came across the first thought that came to mind, "When you were a young girl. Your fathers took you into the city. To see a marching band. They said... 'girl when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and th-"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Mikey yelled. "Don't swear in front of baby Helena!"

"Relax I was going to say lambed." Gerard said.

"Lambed? That's not even a word."

"It is now."

"Any other ideas?" Mikey asked, sighing.

"Sure." Brendon said. "I like to call this one Crib Of Memories." He cleared his throat loudly.  "Baby we built this crib. For you to sleep. Take your picture now, just kidding we don't have cell phones. And when your fantasies, become reality, promise me a place... in your crib of memories."

"Well that was strange." Pete said. "It was good until it didn't make sense. So basically all of it."

"Can I have a second chance?" Gerard asked.

"Go for it." Pete said.

"And through it all, how could you cry for me? 'Cause I don't feel bad about it. So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep. Just sleep. The hardest part is letting go of your dreams."

Helena seemed to relax a little in her crib. The group silently cheered and encouraged Gerard.

"Quick! We need more! She's falling asleep." Frank said.

"You go!" Gerard told Frank.

Frank shifted nervously not knowing what to say.

"Anything will work!"

Frank didn't know what to do and panicked. "OH BABY HERE'S COMES THE SOUND, I TOOK A TRAIN OUTTA NEW ORLEANS AND THEY..."

Frank faded out when he realized Helena was now crying once again. Everyone stared at him angrily. Gerard and Mikey looked like they might murder him.

"What was that for, Frank?" Ryan asked.

"Seriously why would you do that?" Patrick asked.

"Do you think this is a joke?" Dallon asked.

"Really?" Ray asked.

"What?! You said anything worked!"

"Anything but that song!" Pete said. "For Pete's sake, why did you pick that one?"

"I don't know!" Frank said, feeling really embarrassed. "It had the word baby in the beginning!"

"So what? Should I just go sing Baby by Justin Beiber to her just because it has the word baby in it?" Gerard exclaimed. "And I was like baby, baby, baby oh. Like baby, baby, baby no." He wailed in a whiny, prepubescent voice, mocking both Frank and Justin Beiber.

"Stop being rude! Why don't you go again?" Frank said, frowning.

"Fine then. Ahem. And you only live forever in the lights you make. When we were young we used to say. That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. Now we are the kids from yesterday." Gerard sang softly into Helena's crib. 

"Keep going Gerard!" Mikey whispered. "Pick a new song!"

"If I could be with you tonight. I would sing you to sleep. Never let them take the light behind your eyes. I'll fail and lose this fight." Gerard sang.

"That's probably the most depressing song you could have chosen but whatever. I think she's asleep!" Ray said.

They group silently rejoiced. Now all they had to do was eat lunch (leftover waffles) as quiet as mice and then they had free time to do whatever they wanted before she woke up.

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2:00

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"Dude I already told you. I went right here. Then you put your chip in right after that. I won first." Pete said.

"But you went twice in a row three rounds ago! I was catching up!" Brendon said.

"Okay well that's because you went first. It was me who was catching up."

"That's not allowed!" Ryan butted in. "Brendon tried to pull that crap on me the first game but I told him off. See Brendon, it doesn't feel so good does it?" he said, laughing, poking Brendon in the stomach.

"Guys please stop fighting. We're teaching Helena the wrong message." Patrick said frowning and standing up to walk away. Brendon, Pete, and Ryan were in an intense game of Connect 4. They had set up a whole complicated bracket to see who could be named, "The Champion of Connect 4"  (Pete came up with the name). Rumor has it there was a lot of cheating going on.

After Helena fell asleep everyone went off to their rooms for a while. They took shifts downstairs so somebody was always sitting on the couch silently with Helena (minus Bob of course because nobody trusted him) in case she cried in her crib. Mikey, of course, was forced to go first. "Coincidentally" by the time Gerard's turn rolled around Helena woke up crying. Some blamed Gerard and said he was too loud but he swore he was silent. Now they were all downstairs having a good time with each other. Without constant cooking challenges to do, the eleven castaways and Bob Bryar had lots more free time on their hands.

Patrick brought Helena over to the kitchen where Gerard, Frank, Dallon, and Joe were playing a game of bingo. Apparently Dallon had brought bingo cards because "you never know when you might need to play a quick round of bingo." Although Frank claimed this was "very old man" of Dallon to say, he joined in anyway.

"Hey Patrick. Want to participate in the next round?" Dallon asked, sliding him a card. "We're almost done. Gerard's going to win."

"No he's not! I can totally still win this!" Frank said.

"No you can't. Gerard can get bingo in four different spots. You can't even get it in one yet." Dallon said.

"Watch and I'll win anyway." Frank said.

"B-52." Dallon called out.

"BINGO!" Gerard yelled, jumping up and down.

"Wow nice job Gerard! That's your... fifth time winning! Awesome!"

"Wow Gerard. A bingo master, eh?" Patrick asked, cuddling Helena to his chest.

"Bingo's all luck." Frank said. "He's cheating."

"Cheating? How can one cheat at bingo?" Gerard said, angry at Frank.

Frank shrugged while he sipped his water. He earned some evil eyes from Gerard's direction. Dallon shuffled up the bingo cards and handed new ones out. Joe offered to draw the numbers this time so Dallon could play. Patrick took his card and pointed at it.

"See Helena?" He asked is a sweet voice. "That's a Bingo card!"

"B...B...Bih... Bih... Bingo!" Helena said.

Patrick nearly toppled over in his bar stool.

"OH MY GOD. SHE JUST SAID HER FIRST WORD. HELENA JUST SAID HER FIRST WORD!"