"Guys did you see that stork outside?" Pete said out of breath, stumbling down the stairs.

"There you are!" Joe said. "Where were you?"

"I'm in the childproofing group, I was searching the hallway up there for choke-able items. So far all I found was Andy's ego."

"Hey! Don't make fun of my small ego! I'm a drummer, how big can it be? Plus, it means I'm humble, unlike YOU!"

"Why is there a stork outside?" Joe wondered.

"I don't know but I'll bet it has the baby with it. Our baby..." Mikey said, really excited.

Just as he finished his sentence, Billie Joe came running around the side of the house outside, chasing the bird.

"Get back here you dumb stork!" Billie Joe yelled. His voice was muffled since he was outside but he was yelling so loud that they could hear him "Get back here before I strangle you!"

"Go help him!" Bob yelled.

"Shut up Bob." Brendon said.

"Yeah shut up Bob." Andy said

"Shut up you dumb blonde!" Gerard hissed.

"Hey you were blonde once too. Plus that's just a stupid stereotype." Frank reminded him.

"I prefer to use the term lemon." Gerard said, rolling his eyes at Frank's stupidity.

"Okay I know we all hate Bob and we don't want to do what he says but I think we should help Billie Joe." Patrick said.

And they were off. It was pure chaos outside, all thirteen people (even Bob) were running after the crazed stork. It really was a wild goose chase. Or a wild stork chase I guess. Either way it was wild. As wild as Patrick.

"He wasn't supposed to deliver the baby yet! I wasn't ready!" Billie Joe explained out of breath.

"Can't you use your powers to stop him?" Frank panted.

"I can't. I might hurt the baby." Billie Joe said. "The stork is carrying it."

It took a full ten minutes to get the bird. At first Gerard had a lot of success with taunting the bird. By calling the stork vile and nasty names, the stork got really really mad and came close to Gerard, ready to fight back. Finally Gerard reached out and snatched it.  As soon as he grabbed it the stork started pecking at his eyes and he dropped it. Once again, the stork was on the run (and go).

Next Gerard and Dallon teamed up. While covering his eyes with his hands, Gerard shouted even more horrendous, disgusting, revolting things at the stork. Now the stork was furious. It lunged at Gerard but Dallon swooped in and grabbed it. Now the stork was after poor Dallon Weekes.

It bit Dallon on the hip hard and then started kicked it's legs around wildly. It kicked Dallon right where his jaw was still swollen from the punch Ryan threw at him. Unable to hold the stork anymore, Dallon dropped it to the ground.

Gerard was equally as furious as the bird. Now he unleashed his inner most dirtiness. He screamed vulgar, appalling, repugnant language.  Even Billie Joe blocked his ears in fear. Pete got a bloody nose. Mikey was sobbing because he didn't think his brother had this in him. Joe was sobbing because Mikey was sad and because he felt a little bad for the stork. The stork was outrageous. I don't blame him. It charged at Gerard and started kickin' him somewhere real painful.
 

I think you know where.

Billie Joe snuck up behind them and grabbed the stork by the neck. Not enough to kill it but enough to show it who was boss. With a quick thank you he was gone with a bolt of lightning. Not knowing what went down or why, the castaways and Bob Bryar headed back inside the house. They tried to pretend they didn't witness anything strange going on, after all they were running out of time.

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In the living room
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Things were going fantastic with the food finding group. Their sole purpose was to find the food for the baby, Gerard, Joe, and Dallon were sitting around the couch while talking and laughing.

"And then I said, 'that's why they have watermelons here in Puerto Rico!" Dallon said hysterically.

Gerard and Joe wiped tears from their eyes. They couldn't control their laughter.

"And get this! She turns to me and says, 'Puerto Rico? I thought we was in Australia! Oh well! At least I sold Marcy's lollipop!"

Gerard started to choke from laughing too hard and Joe had to slap him on the back.

"Then what? Then what?" Joe cried out.

"Then Freddie starts chewing and he says, 'Alison told me they were free!' Do you hear that? Free watermelons?!" Dallon said, wiping tears from his own eyes.

"Guys what are you doing?" Brendon asked, sweating a bit.

"Don't you have a job to do?" Mikey asked, holding a large plastic bin full of liquid soap bottles.

Joe, Dallon, and Gerard looked up at them. None of them could stop laughing for a second or two to answer.

"What group are you guys?" Brendon asked.

Dallon handed the paper of jobs to Brendon.

Bed: Ryan, Andy, Patrick

Food: Gerard, Joe, Dallon

Childproofing: Brendon, Frank, Mikey, Pete, Ray

Brendon and Mikey were part of the childproofing group. Their job was to clear out the house and make it safe for a child that could crawl or walk. For all they knew, the child may be old enough to open a cabinet and swallow some soap. Or worse, inhale the bathroom spray in the bathroom. Or maybe even fall down the stairs. The possibilities were endless. Brendon, Frank, Mikey, Pete, Ray were all working incredibly hard while the food team, Joe, Gerard, and Dallon were sitting around on a couch laughing. Something didn't add up. When Joe caught his breath eventually he spoke up.

"We're the food-finding group."

"Why aren't you finding food? Our baby needs to eat." Mikey said, the bin in his hands feeling very heavy all of the sudden.

"We're done. All the food was in a cabinet in the kitchen. We put all the stuff out on the counter. Billie Joe told us there was going to be food prepared for us." Dallon explained to them.

Brendon and Mikey looked over the counter. Sure enough there were several containers of baby formula and jars of baby food. There were also lots of bottles and even some pacifiers.

Mikey and Brendon walked away annoyed. They believed they had the most important task of all. Without a childproof house the baby could get seriously injured. A little while later the food group and the bed group were finished with their jobs. The only ones still working were Brendon, Frank, Mikey, Pete, Ray. Mikey and Brendon were on kitchen patrol and in charge of removing anything potentially harmful into a large bin that would be stored up high. Frank and Ray were working together to build a baby gate to put at the top of the stairs so the child wouldn't fall down. And last and most certainly least, Pete was on floor duty. Some might say he had the most vital job. Others may say floor duty was the result of a lack of jobs and was essentially just a "filler job." Regardless of his power, Pete was in charge of inspecting every square inch of the floor for things a crawling baby might swallow. So far he found a penny, a toothpaste cap, one pencil, two dust bunnies, and a toenail. He later identified it as Joe's.

"Fifteen minutes, let's go, let's go, let's go!" Gerard yelled out from his spot on the couch. With only fifteen minutes left until Billie Joe showed up with the baby the only group done was the food finding group. The bed making group was almost finished but they still had to ensure that the bed was 100% safe.

"Don't forget we still have to name this thing." Dallon added. "Bed making crew, are you guys almost done there?"

"Yeah pretty much. I'm making a baby mobile from a hanger I found in Joe's closet-bedroom and some paper. Then Ryan's going to lay in it to test it out and make sure it's safe." Patrick said.

"Why is Ryan testing it out?" Brendon snickered.

"He's the skinniest and least likely to break it." Patrick said.

Brendon smiled and walked over to Ryan, grabbing his hips from behind. "Is that so?"

Ryan smiled and turned around in Brendon arms, gazing into his husband's eyes.

"Ew, they're getting intimate!" Andy cried out, looking away as Brendon and Ryan kissed.

Five minutes later, the bed was ready to be tested. Ryan held his breath and slowly climbed in. The bed was made from a card table, a bunch of pillows, three blankets and of course, a mobile. The card table was upside down so that all four legs were facing the ceiling.  The pillows were placed between the legs and a blanket was wrapped around the pillows on the inside and outside to hold them in and so the baby was facing a blanket. Lastly, the bottom of the table was covered in a blanket to keep it soft.

Ryan reached the bottom of the table and pulled his knees up to his chest. Though he was thin he was very tall and had barely any room to lay. The table didn't break. Ryan actually looked very comfortable as he rolled over to the side and closed his eyes.

"Ryan, how is it?" Patrick asked.

He didn't answer.

"Ryan?"

Still no answer.

"Ryan!"

Ryan shook as he opened his eyes quickly. "WAKE ME UP INSIDE!' he screamed by accident before clearing his throat. "Excuse me, that uh... that just slipped there. Sorry! I fell asleep for a moment there. It was just so comfy!"

"Well that's great then!" Patrick said.

"Well boys, we did a great job!" Andy clapped.

"We just finished too." Pete said, jealous that is group wasn't getting attention.

"Awesome!" Gerard said. "That took a long time. Now we can pick the baby's name."

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

"We don't know yet." Brendon answered. "We should come up with a girl name and a boy name so we have options."

"Alrighty then. I'll start. How about Helena? I've always loved that name." Frank said, smiling.

"I like Helena." Gerard said. He grabbed a piece of paper and started a list of names.

"What about Mick?" Pete asked.

"Sure." Gerard said before adding the name.

"How about Ray Jr.?" Ray asked.

"Gerard Jr. sounds better." Gerard said.

"No that's stupid. The kid is all of ours." Mikey said, crossing his arms.

"Okay then Mikey. You pick a name." Ray asked, challenging him.

"Emily. I love that name."

"I like Donnie." Andy suggested.

"What a name!" Pete exclaimed.

"How about Isabelle?" Bob suggested.

"Shut up, Bob."

"Geez, sorry. I was trying to help." Bob said, sounding a bit hurt.

"Eh, let's put it down anyway." Gerard said.

"Andy had a really good name idea. Any others. Andy?" Patrick asked.

"All I can think of is the way I'm the one who came up with that good name." Andy said.

"Okay then..." Patrick said.

"Oooh! Oooh! Esteban!" Brendon exclaimed. "I constantly thank God for the name Esteban. It's lovely."

"I constantly scold God for teaching you the word lovely. It's stupid." Ryan said.

Pete smiled and ignored Ryan and Brendon. "What about Petekey?"

Mikey smiled too. "I like it."

"That's not a real name." Joe said.

"Yeah but for some reason it sounds really good." Pete said, wondering why it sounded good and where he had heard that word before.

"Yeah I know. Usually I find it irritating when people make up weird names for their kids but I like that one a lot." Mikey said.

"I don't know why but I really don't like that name." Patrick said. "I've never heard it before but it has real negative vibes."

"That's stupid!" Ryan said. "No way am I going around calling this thing Petekey. 'Here's your bottle,  Petekey.' 'Let's give Petekey a pacifier.' 'Someone needs to change Petekey's diaper, he just took a shizzle.'"

"Shizzle?" Ray questioned.

"Wait who said Petekey was a boy's name? I was thinking a girl's name." Dallon said, scratching his head in confusion.

"Petekey isn't even a real name!" Brendon said.

"PETEKEY IS REAL, OKAY?" Pete yelled.

"Calm down. Billie Joe is going to be here any minute. We need to settle on a name."

"Uh sorry guys. I'm already here." Billie Joe said.

They turned to the doorway to see Billie Joe holding a baby wrapped in white. Nobody had heard him come in.

"Are you ready to become parents for the day?"

"Yes!" Mikey squealed, running over to the child.

"Nh uh... Hold on a minute. First I gotta have you guys eat these high quality gender reveal cupcakes I bought at a high end bakery!" Billie Joe said.

"Wait really?"

"Ha ha no just kidding." Billie Joe said. "No cupcakes. I'm not a middle aged woman." he pulled out a small box the size of a calculator. "In this box is a sheet of paper. It will either be pink or blue. Pink for a girl and blue for a boy because I'm not creative and I follow stereotypes. Now gather round, gather round, you sure are in for show tonight! Er, today. Okay on the count of three I'm going to open this box."

Everyone huddled around the box, eager to see what gender the baby was.

"One... Two... Three!"

He lifted the lid of the box and everyone gasped.

"IT'S A-"