Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌Thirty Four ◌

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.