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Lesson Two: Never Kill One of the Kids Pets (no matter how much you may hate or fear the animal)

The men stood in silence for a moment, wondering how in the world the kids could go from calm to being on overdrive in a matter of seconds. Ethan was the only one who wasn't running around Johns' house yelling. The thirteen-year-old sat silently in an armchair watching the football game.

Johns' facial expression quickly took on that of pure horror. Moments after the women's departure, the children had scattered. "Someone grab the munchkins!" He shouted.

Hunter stepped forward, holding Rey up by his armpits. John scowled as the Mexican tried kicking at the blond haired man.

"Idiota." Carlito mumbled as he smacked Hunter hard on the back of the head causing the blond haired man to drop the Spanish man. (Idiot)

"Idiota, yo le debo doler. Yo no puedo creer que usted hizo eso. Retarde. Tonto incompetente. ." They heard Rey mumble as John helped him of the floor, the dark haired man having some difficultly as little Carlos Colon was still clenching tightly to his leg. Randy and Tomko fought the urge to laugh at the situation. (Idiot, I should hurt you. I can't believe you did that. Retard. Incompetent fool.)

John glared pointedly at the two, whom couldn't help it any longer and laughed aloud. "Laugh it up." He grumbled.

"Guys I don't mean to interrupt or anything but if you haven't noticed the kids..." At that every man in the room glanced around. "The kids aren't here anymore. Well at least most of them." Kurt announced glancing down at the little attachment to John's leg; the clinging boy to Tyson's arm and the quiet two-year old girl occupying Rey's vacated seat.

"You know us sitting here isn't going to help anything, we should really get those kids." Tyson stated, head turning this way and that.

"Well you only need to catch...six right? Rey's little girl is sittin' in his seat, Travis got some sort of death grip on Tyson's arm and Carlos is still hangin' onto my leg." John pointed out as he nodded down at the little two-year-old clenching his leg.

"Raphael, Olivia get back here right now." Rey shouted, the two kids in question stopped at the sound of their fathers' voice. While Raphael stood in his spot, Olivia quickly made her to way her father. The six-year-old girl not wanting to get into any more trouble then she had already been in.

Rey pointed to the couch, the little girl sitting down in a hurry. Raphael smiled at the men before he hurried out of the living room and down the hall.

"Ok so that's at least one down, five more to go." Randy counted.

"I think I just saw Travis head into the kitchen with Rachel and Tabitha on his heels." Kurt pointed towards the kitchen. "Izzy and Willy went down the hall Rey's son went to."

"Ok, Orton and I got the trio in the kitchen. Kurt you can get your own kids. Carlito, can ya get your kid?" John asked, prying the little boys'' arms' from his leg and handing him to his father. Carlos pouted before he took interest in pulling at his fathers' hair.

Kurt and Hunter went down the hall after Raphael, Isabella and William, while John and Randy headed towards the kitchen. Tyson, Carlito, and Rey stayed in the living room with Ethan, Travis, Olivia and Alexi. Tyson called out before John and Randy fully stepped into the kitchen.

"Lita said you two should probably stay away from the kitchen. I think you should listen?" The bald man warned.

John waved him off; "She probably made cookies and wants me to stay away from them."

Tyson shrugged, he smirked as he sat down with Rey's kids. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Rey eyed the larger man, "What's in the kitchen?"

"Just wait for the girly screams and I'll tell you." Tyson said no more, letting Carlos climb onto his lap to tug on his goatee.

.:: Meanwhile::.

Kurt and Hunter looked into three of the rooms in the, none of them containing Raphael, William and Isabella. The two men just about turned around when noise from the final room drew their attention. The gold medallist rubbed his head, the pair making their way to the room pausing at want sounded like a crash.

Hunter tried not to laugh as Kurt opened the door. The two men's eyes bulging at the sight of what they assumed was John's entertainment room. The cushions on the couch had been pulled off and on the floor where William and Raphael wrestled. Some books that had obviously belonged to Lita were on the carpeted floor; Isabella sat in the middle of the floor with a book open on her lap as she flipped through it.

William and Raphael continued to roll around on the cushions while they continued their little 'wrestling' match.

"John's going to whine about this mess." Hunter observed, walking towards Isabella. The little version of Dawn watched his every step.

Kurt shook his head, "Willy stop that. You're going to hurt him."

William and Raphael stopped, looking up at the bald man. "No I'm not dad."

"Uh-huh, let's just hope I don't let your mother about this."

William quickly jumped to his feet, his five-year-old sister laughing from Hunter's arms. "I'm gonna tell mommy!" Isabella taunted, laughing at her older brother.

Hunter snickered as Kurt shook his head, picking Raphael up and pushing William towards the door. The older men exchanged looks when two rather loud scream followed by lots of giggling and what sounded like a stampede come from the living room.

.:: In the kitchen::.

John and Randy surveyed the kitchen, spotting Rachel and Tabitha at the table. The two girls continued drawing in the coloring books Lita and Maria had provided for them, although the table was beginning to gain a few crayon markings on its' surface.

"All right small fries, time to go back into the livin' room." John stated, heading towards the two girls. "Where's Ty's kid?"

Tabby looked up from the Little Pony she was coloring in. "He's over there by the counter."

Sure enough when John and Randy turned around, Travis stood by the kitchen counter, the five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes reaching for the container on the surface.

While John tried to talk the girls into stop coloring, Randy made his way over to Travis. "Whatcha doing buddy?"

Travis eyed him suspiciously, before pointing to the container. "I wanna show my pet."

The man's brow rose, "Your pet?"

Travis Tomko nodded, "Mama said I could bring Parker with me."

"Parker?" Travis nodded again, looking at the man as though he were stupid. Randy frowned as he reached out for the container.

"Be careful!" Travis mumbled, moving back as he made sure Randy didn't hurt his pet.

Blue eyes shifted to the five-year-old boy "Can I open it?"

Travis shrugged, "I was gonna take him out anyway."

Randy nodded, opening the container his eyes widening at the animal inside. He yelled, dropping the 'home' for Travis' pet. John looked up from where he had been helping Rachael with her picture, the older man wondering why Orton was suddenly stomping at the floor.

"What the hell are you doin'?" John asked, walking over to his best friend. Although he didn't have to wait for Orton's reply, the tarantula on the floor was enough an answer for him. Yelling at the sight, the blue eyed duo both stomped the floor hurriedly, cursing the animal, Rachael and Tabitha giggling at them.

Travis stood back staring at the two men with tears in his eyes as the men continued to stomp on the seriously flattened animal. When John and Randy were sure that the furry spider was dead they stopped.

"How the hell did that get in 'ere?" John asked, refusing to look at the mess on the floor.

Randy pointed to tearing Travis both men flinched, making their way towards him. "Don't cry."

Travis looked between the two men and sniffled before he let out a loud wail. The members in the living room quickly ran into the kitchen. Tyson looked around, Rachael and Tabby sat at the table giggling while John and Randy tried to get Travis to stop crying.

"What did you two do?" At the sound of Tyson's voice, Travis quickly ran to his father and gripped onto his leg.

Rey's brow rose at the messing black spot on the floor. "What is that?"

"Well..." Randy began.

Rachael and Tabby ran from their seat to stand in front of the men, giggling. "Uncle Randy and John-John killed Parker."

Carlito looked confused, "Parker?"

Tyson groaned, "Lita tried to tell you not to come into the kitchen, I even warned you."

John glared at the taller man; "ya could have been more specific! Why would you brin' a damn spider into my house when ya know I hate 'em."

Tyson smiled innocently, "Travis wanted to bring him."

"I want Parker!" Travis wailed, pulling on Tyson's pant leg.

The bald man sighed, glaring at the two blue eyed men. "You're lucky I'm not going to send you out to get a new one." Tyson picked up his son; "we'll get you a new Parker tomorrow."

Travis sniffled and wiped at his eyes, "Okay." The pair headed back into the living but not before Travis stuck his tongue out at Randy and John.

John rubbed the back of his head, "This is gonna be a long night ain't it?" He asked to no one in particular.

Hunter and Kurt snickering as they joined the men in the kitchen. Randy herded Rachael and Tabitha towards the living room with everyone following. John took a little more time as the others did since Carlos had promptly clung to his leg when Carlito had let him down. Rey reprimanded the duo for killing the spider, whether they liked the creatures or not, sending Randy back into the kitchen to clean the mess.