"Are you kidding me right now?" Frank yelled, furious.

"We need to watch him for the day?" Ryan yelled.

"Yeah I'm sorry guys." Billie Joe apologized.

"How long is your date?" Andy asked.

"Until 10:45 A.M.  I would have liked for it to go longer but I have to be back in time at 11:00 A.M so you can start your next challenge. But as part of today's challenge you need to babysit him for me." Billie Joe said.

"Babysit? I almost killed a kid I babysat for once!" Ryan said, nervous. "And what do you mean part of the challenge? How could there be more? Isn't this bad enough? Does that have anything to do with the challenge or are you just dumping him on us because you can and you don't want him?"

"It does. Believe me."

"What's the challenge about?"

"I'll give you one hint: babies." Billie Joe said and once again, he was off.

It was silent for a brief moment before Pete spoke up. "Okay he's gotta stop doing that. Running off before we finish our conversation."

"It's getting old." Brendon chimed in.

"So are you." Bob said to Brendon. Bob walked over to him and started stroking his hair. "Look at those grays."

"Don't touch my husband. He has zero grays as a matter of fact." Ryan said.

Brendon looked down at the ground feeling guilty as ever. Ryan had just stood up for him and he couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

"Woah woah calm down, no need to get defensive. He's not... my type. At all. How long have you been married."

"A few months." Ryan answered, trying to catch Brendon's eyes.

"Ooooh a fresh marriage. You got that new-marriage-smell. The easiest time to split up..."

Brendon stormed out of the room.

"Look what you did you frickin... Ah now I have to go find him!" Ryan said before chasing after Brendon. "Brendon!" he called as he ran up the stairs.

Ryan arrived at Brendon door and knocked hesitantly. "B-Bren? You there?"

"Yes. You can come in."

"It's locked."

Less than half a second later Brendon was at the door, unlocking it from inside. He closed the door behind Ryan and and at down on his bed looking sad. Neither of them spoke.

"Brendon I... I'm sorry about what he said. I'm surprised that really hurt your feelings. Bob was just talking trash, he doesn't even know you. Or me."

"You don't even know me." Brendon muttered. What Bob said affecting him in ways Ryan didn't understand. It was almost as if Bob knew about what was going on between him and Dallon.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Listen Brendon, you've been acting differently lately. Usually when someone talks crap about you- not that there's anything bad to say about you- you're always one to shake it off and ignore it. Especially a stranger. Remember that one time that guy at that music festival we went to said that mean thing about you? And it upset me more than you?"

Ryan smiled remembering that music festival. That was two summers ago. It was the night Ryan realized Brendon was the only man he would ever want to be with. Five months later Brendon proposed.

"Yeah." Brendon grunted.

"See? You're in a bad mood. Right now." Ryan said.

"I'm fine just... I'm just sad that our honeymoon turned out like this."

"Turned out like what? The ship crash? I know it was supposed to be a nice honeymoon cruise but... at least we still have each other." Ryan asked.

Brendon balled his hands into fists. No! Not the ship crash. The way I ruined everything yesterday. He thought to himself.

"Yeah." he lied. "The ship crash."

But before he could contemplate explaining, Ryan was kissing him.

Meanwhile, downstairs, everybody else was discussing the challenge. They were getting a bit anxious. Having Bob around was already proving to be difficult. In the twenty minutes he had been standing in the kitchen he had already broken two things and hurt many feelings.

"So he said the challenge has to do with babies." Gerard said, confused.

"And Bob." Andy said quietly.

"What do they have to do with each other?"

"Easy. They're both clueless, they cry a lot, and keep you up at night." Frank said.

"Right back at ya, Iero." Bob laughed.

"You can't even come up with your own insults. And I'd be a little nervous for your ego right now if I were you. Think about it, we're having a challenge about babies and Billie Joe mysteriously drops you off an hour before the challenge starts. Sounds a little suspicious, don't you think?"

Bob was silent. 

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11:00
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"Hi everyone! Once again I am back. As you all know it is time for your second challenge." Billie Joe announced. He had just gotten back from his date, excuse me his hot date, and was ready to get things rolling.

Everyone groaned. Well except Patrick and Ray who both seemed excited but then again, Patrick and Ray were always excited.

"What is the challenge?" Dallon asked.

"I'm getting there. Slow down, tall-boy. First let me say I really appreciate you guys watching Bob for me. I know he can sure be a bit of a handful sometimes. Did he behave himself?"

"Yes." everyone lied simultaneously.

"Good. Now onto the challenge. Would anyone like to guess what it is?"

"A pie eating contest?"

"No Frank, it's not a pie eating contest."

"A running race? Because I would win." Pete boasted.

"Nope and nope you probably wouldn't."

"An arms race?" Pete asked.

"Nope. What do you think this is, an scene? This ain't a scene nor is it an arms race." Billie Joe said. "One more guess."

"A best afro contest?" Joe asked.

"That's not fair Joe, you'd win." Andy said.

"No, I would!" Ray said.

"Okay reel it back in everyone." Billie Joe said, reeling in an imaginary fish . "Welcome to your first ever Raise A Baby Challenge!"

They jut stared at him.

"What?" Billie Joe asked. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

More staring.

Billie Joe threw his hands up in the air. "Did you all hear me? I said welcome to your first ever Raise A Baby Challenge."

"What does that even mean?" Ryan asked in awe. He and Brendon had returned downstairs after their little escapade when they heard Billie's lightning bolt. 

"Well for the next twenty four hours you will raise and take care of a baby. That includes providing it with food, comfort, fun, and putting it to bed at night. Do you all think you can handle that?"

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"...no."

"What do you mean no?  Why are you all so quiet?"

"Where are we going to get a child?" Andy asked.

"I know a guy who knows a guy that can hook me up with a kid in less than an hour. So don't worry about that. Any other questions?"

"That's incredibly sketchy, is this legal?" Frank asked.

"I said not to worry. I'll handle the legality of the situation. Anyone else?"

"When do we get the kid?" Ray asked.

"You have one hour. For the first part of your challenge you have to completely childproof the home in an hour." Billie Joe said.

"How old is the baby?" Mikey questioned.

"I'm not sure yet until we get it. Anywhere from two months to ten months."

"Stop calling the baby "it". That's not right." Patrick said.

"Where will we get food for the baby if we don't have food for ourselves?" Mikey questioned.

"The cabinets will be stocked with baby food and bottles." Billie Joe said. "Any other questions?"

"Is it a boy or girl?" Mikey asked.

"I'm not sure yet but I'll find out. You have to agree on a name too." Billie Joe said.

"That'll be easy." Gerard said.

Everyone laughed at him. The chances of all of them agreeing on one name would be as low as the chances of Bob not being annoying.

"Awww don't laugh at him. Here's the paper for this challenge. Good luck!" He handed out three large pieces of paper with the title "Raise A Baby Challenge." Everyone looked at it with blank faces.

"Last chance for questions anyone? I'm going to get the baby now, I'll be back at 12:00."

He waited a few seconds for any remaining questions before disappearing off.

"Okay so if I heard him correctly we have exactly sixty minutes- staring now- to child-proof this home, find food and a bed, and pick a name?" Pete asked, handing his piece of paper off to someone else.

"Yep. I'm in!" Mikey said, excitedly.

"Lets split into groups again. But how about we don't pick captains or leaders or whatever because I'll never get picked." Ryan said.

"Alright then. Let's have a crib-finding group, a baby-food-hunting-down-group and a childproofing the home group."

Joe grabbed a fresh piece of paper from a cabinet in the living room. He grabbed a pen and wrote down the volunteers for each category.

Bed: Ryan, Andy, Patrick

Food: Gerard, Joe, Dallon

Childproofing: Brendon, Frank, Mikey, Pete, Ray

"After we finish these jobs all we'll have to do is pick a name." Joe said after he finished writing.

"But we don't know if it's going to be a girl or a boy." Gerard said.

"Well then we're going to need two names." Joe said.

The three groups split up and spread out. Ryan, Andy, and Patrick were having a big discussion on the bed for the child. They didn't have a bassinet or anything, heck they didn't even have a crib! Nor did they have a pack and play or anything.

"The baby could sleep in one of our beds." Patrick offered.

"Yeah right, who's gonna give up a bed Patrick?" Andy said.

"Fine, it can sleep with me. I'd love a cuddle buddy." Patrick spoke up, crossing his arms.

"Patrick you can't sleep in the same bed as a baby. They'll suffocate." Ryan said.

"I'll just put a pillow between us as a divider. Then I won't roll on it by accident."

"They can't sleep with pillows either." Andy said. "They'll suffocate faster."

Clearly the crib making group was not having the best time in the world. The argument continued until they were stopped suddenly.

"What are they looking at?" Ryan asked.

Over at the windows, everyone (except for Pete but who knew where he was) was crowded around staring at something outside.

"Ryan! Andy! Come look!" Joe waved them over.

"What about me?" Patrick asked, sad that they forgot about him.

"LOOK!"

"LOOK OUTSIDE!"

"QUICK, GO TO THE WINDOWS!"

"WHOA WHAT'S THAT BIG BIRD DOING?"

"BIG BIRD? WHERE? I WANT HIS AUTOGRAPH."

"NO GERARD, A BIG BIRD AS IN A LARGE BIRD, LOOK!"

"WHAT IS THAT?"

"IS THAT A... A STORK?"