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chapter twenty-one ━ daycare and babysitters ( season two, episode nine )
❝They were perfect angels for me.❞
𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 usually clean dojo and frowned. I can't believe Jerry did this... she thought to herself before falling over the ball pit. "Really?"
"Jerry, this is my dojo!" Rudy exclaimed in frustration. "It's a place of honor, respect, and integrity!" He banged his hand on the small table and the kid's machine moo'd back at him. Jack helped Veronica up off the floor and she sighed, seeing the playhouse, cribs, and highchairs filling the room.
"Come on, Rudy," Jerry pleaded with him desperately. "If we don't do this, I'll get expelled."
The brown-haired girl shrugged while Jack rested his arm on her shoulder. "I think that means you need to stop getting into so much trouble."
"This is not a daycare center and it never will be!" Rudy told him.
"Dojo Day Care Center..." Veronica and Jack looked over when they saw Principal Buckett, and the person responsible for Jerry's potential suspension, walk in with his baby son. "What a concept. You're really gonna like it here, Byron."
Rudy stood up. "I am nipping this in the bud right now," he said to Jerry before turning to the man. "Principal Buckett—"
"Who do I make out the $100 check to?" he interrupted Rudy and Veronica shared an amused chuckle with Jack.
"I think we're gonna be a daycare for a few hours," she whispered and he nodded.
"That would be Rudy Gillespie." She gestured in front of her with a knowing smile. "Uh—Milton, Eddie, take Byron, put him in the ball pit, and give him a graham cracker."
Milton frowned. "I'm not touching this little snotbag," he said and Veronica raised her eyebrows, glancing between him and the baby. "That thing is wearing a toilet!"
Eddie shrugged. "I'll take him. Hey, Baby Byron," he cooed as he took the child into his arms.
"There you go. There you go. Later, Byron."
Veronica smiled and tickled the little boy in the stomach. "He's so cute," she said quietly, letting him play with her bracelet on her wrist. "I love babies."
"You don't have to worry about a thing, Principal Buckett," Jerry promised, smiling nervously at the man.
"I'm holding you responsible for my son, Jerry," he replied. "I'll be back at seven, and my legs will be smoldering. Olé!"
Veronica quirked an eyebrow upward. "And he's in charge of our school..."
"This really stinks, Jerry," Milton said, crossing his arms.
