The next day Michael took the little ones back to the studio back to record one last song of his album,but Frank, however wasn't quite glad of Michael's decision into keeping them. While he was in the recording booth the babies were out and about playing as Frank kept a close eye on them and Michael with a huge scowl on his face that he didn't seem to like where this is going. However, Michael didn't seem to notice as he sings his song while the kids started to crawl or walk around because now they are either 2, 3, or 4 now. Star went up to where the CD's were and Brownie began messing with all the pens, pencils, and papers, and last was Brain who knocked over a guitar off the wall.

"HEY!" Frank yelled over to him as Brain stopped as he was swooped up into his arms. 

Some of the little ones were hidden behind Michael's door where he over heard the ruckus and decided to go see as he exited out of the booth. To look down and see a bunch of almost 5 and 6 years welcoming him with warm arms as he saw Frank carrying Star, Brain, and Brownie. 

"What's going on?" He asked.

"These kids are making a huge mess and I know how much you can't keep track of them. Your career and business isn't going to look as good for babysitting these little munchkins." Frank said placing the three on the floor as Michael sighed.

"I know. But, Frank they are homeless and don't know who or what they can do to survive. What else am I suppose to do?" Michael questioned getting a little tensed.

"Either keep them behaved or adoption." Frank said as he turned his heel and left the room leaving the whole room quiet as Hope held his hand for reassuring him that everything was going to be fine.