You may blame MCR_musicals for this thing.

Never let Christine babysit unless ya want a kid to end up like me.

There is swearing

Christine sat in the middle of the room, observing the many children of her friends running around. She didn't really know what to do with them, but then her brain had a beautiful beautiful idea.

"Hey you kids wanna do something fun?" She asked and they all turned to her.

"What is it Aunt Christine?" Marley's eyes were wide with excitement as she patted the couch and he sat down next to her. Keanu sat by him, Ryla and Ryland on the other side of Christine, and Oak, Sam, and Alex were in the floor.

"I know none of you are extremely religious, I'm right right?"

"Our parents don't even have a religion." Ryla said, cutting her nails lazily, well more so biting them off.

"Well...I mean our dad is Jewish and papa doesn't have a religion but they said we don't need to follow any religion if we really don't want to." Marley answered and it seemed the case for all the kids.

"Alright, so who wants to join my Broadway Cult. Oak your dad is in it." Alex left a few minutes after and everybody was confused. "He's heard about it before. Now, are you all ready to learn!?" The kids seemed pretty excited and Christine pulled a giant(I mean gaint too like it's huge)book out and smiled. "Then let's get started!"

(Time skip to picking the kids up.)

"Bye Chris, thanks for watching the kids!" Michael and Jeremy were the last two to pick up kids, having to drop Sam off before heading home.

"No problem Michael." She smiled, waving and closing the door. She smiled as she thought of how her day was.

(Ok first we're gonna deal with the Kleinsen fam)

"Hey Jared have you s-seen Oak? At all?" Evan asked and Jared looked up from his laptop and shook his head. "I wonder where she went."

Evan searched the entire house, not finding his daughter and beginning to panic.

Eventually he heard... something from her room and walked up to see her violently hitting the closet door and yelling...or singing.

"Oak sweety what are you doing?" He asked and she turned around. Evan was in shock, seeing his daughter, who normally wore green or yellow clothes, wearing a pitch black trench coat, makeup, and nail polish. "Oak?"

"Oh hi Papa. I was just reenacting something aunt Christine showed me today." She smiled as she turned back to the door and yelled "Veronica, open the open the door please."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"I'm dressed as Jason Dean from Heathers Papa." She acted as if he knew what she was talking about.

Turns out he did.

"Jared our daughter is dressed as a p-psychopath from a musical!!" He yelled and Jared walked upstairs and motioned a "boi what you talking bout" gesture at Evan.

"Say what?"

(To the Dilla-Ranski fam!!)

"Hey Jake, do ya know where Ryla ran off to?" Rich stuck his head into the room in which Jake and Ryland were playing Jenga (bc why not)and both of them shook their head.

Rich sighed and went downstairs, hearing something from outside the house. He made his way to the sliding doors that led to the backyard and screamed as he saw his daughter burning fake letters in a fire pit.

"JAKE! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUITHHER NOW!!" He yelled and Jake quickly made his way downstairs with the extinguisher in hands. "Thhe hath fire. Put it out. Now." Rich refused to look back at the flames, the reminders of the junior year Halloween party still haunting him.

Jake quickly ran outside and grabbed his daughter, pushing her behind him as he put out the flames.

When they got back in Rich was absolutely furious.

"What the Hell do you think you were doing Ryla Ray Dilla-Ranski!?"

"Well aunt Christine let us listen to the musical Hamilton, and I really liked the song Burn, so I reenacted it." Ryla smiled as if she'd done nothing wrong.

"I am going to have a therious talk with her." He mumbled in return, Jake gently hugging him to try and get his mind off the incident.

(Now to the Heere Mell family)

Jeremy and Michael were currently in the living room watching old cartoons together, cuddling and making jokes all the while.

They were too busy enjoying themselves to acknowledge how quiet their children were, that was until they heard a faint whisper behind them.

"Hello. My name is Elder Price, and i would like to share with you the most amazing book." Marley was behind the couch, and he was wearing a white button up and a black tie.

"Marley what are you doing? Where is your brother?" Michael asked and as on cue, Keanu popped into the living room in the exact same outfit.

"Hello, my name is Elder Grant, it's a book about America a long, long time ago." He sang and Jeremy's eyes widened as he realized what this was.

"Michael we gotta tie them down NOW." Jeremy spoke quickly and his husband looked at him before nodding in utter confusion.

They tied their still singing sons up with random rope that they had just laying around(because plot convenience).

"Jeremy what the hell happened to our kids?" Michael finally asked and Jeremy took in a long breath and grabbed Michael's hands.

"Christine happened." Jeremy looked upstairs and decided he needed backup. "ERIC WE'RE LEAVING THE HOUSE MAKE SURE THE KIDS STAY TIED UP OK!"

"ISN'T THAT ABUSE!?" Eric yelled back and Jeremy sighed.

"TRUST ME! THEY GOTTA CASE OF THE CHRISTINES!"

"OH SHIT OK!!" Eric came down with a roll of tape, extra rope, and a helmet. "I'm ready."

"Good. Michael, we're goin to Christine's place and having a talk with her." Michael nodded in agreement and they left.

Shit was about to go down.