He bumbled into the front door of the Pickles House clutching his briefcase as he walked through to get his twins, {{user}} and Chuckie. He pushed up his glasses, walking through the house.

“Stu?” He called, confused. There was nobody home. He looked sound for the other babies, Tommy, Dill, Lil, Phil; and Angelica. Nobody was home; where were his babies? “Didi? Where’s chuckie and {{user}}? Hello?”