Little(s) : Isabela Madrigal (age : 3 years), Dolores Madrigal (age : 3 years), Y/N Madrigal (age : 2 years), Luisa Madrigal (age : 4 years), Camilo Madrigal (age : 1 year), Y/S/N Madrigal (age : 1 year), Mirabel Madrigal (age : 1 year)
Caretaker(s) : Probably none, but the can the parents watching them, count?
AU : Papá Bruno. Y/N and Y/S/N are Bruno's kids! Y/N is a year younger than Isabela and Dolores, boy and Y/S/N in between of Camilo and Mirabel, girl
(Y/S/N = Your sister name. If you're only child or have a brother... pick whatever name, you want!)

Plot : After hearing Julieta making cookies, the kids know what they're gonna do this night. None cares if they get in trouble!
Request for : None! We all need some of our favorite characters being mischievous and adorable sometimes!

And before we start... the (Original) on top does not mean this version of the story was written first. It means it's just set in the original universe. Just wanted to make this one clear. And now let's get right into it!

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It was a normal evening in Casita walls. Or, almost... all seven of older kids were found regressed earlier this day, so it obviously was promising to be fun!

Like the fun, explaining, why 5 year old Antonio was basically the eldest child for the day-.

But it was earlier. Right now, Julieta was finishing up baking some cookies, when she felt somebody peeking over her shoulder.

"Hm?" The woman looked over to smile at her brother. "Hola, Bruno"

"Hola, hermana" Bruno sat next to her, titling his head. "What are you doing?"

"Just making some cookies. They always come in handy when Camilo slips. Or, well... anyone of the kids slip!" Julieta giggled.

"Really?" The seer looked at pastries, thinking. "You think I'll do good..?"

It was Bruno's first time dealing with kids regressed. To say more? His own children were regressed too. Through he would babysit a lot, before leaving in walls, had no idea how to deal with Littles.

Julieta smiled softly, putting her hand on her brother's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Brunito. You'll do great. Your children need you and you'll know what they need. You are their Papá, after all!" Julieta looked at her brother, who smiled back at her. "Now, could you help me hide these? Dolores should wake up from her nap soon, so we better do that quick"

What they didn't know, was that the girl was already up, telling Isabela and Y/N about that. Together, the three Littles decided to make a plan to steal the cookies from their parents' noses.

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"You sure it's a good idea..?" Little Luisa asked, watching her back, in case adults would come after them.

"Yes!" Isabela smirked. "Mamí would only give us one or two at time. If we go for them right now, we can a hold on the whole jar! There's more than enough for all of us!"

"You sure we won' get in twobwe?" Y/N asked, tilting his head. "Papí can look into futuwe an' see if we do dat!"

"Don't be silly, N/N(Nickname)!" Isabela giggled quietly. "Tío barely looks into future now! He won't do that!" She then looked at Dolores "Dolly, you know where they-?"

"Got them!" Dolores whispered, showing a big jar in her arms. "They left a note, but if grown-ups ask... we'd say we were too little to read!" She giggled along with her cousins.

"Good! Now, let's get milk and bottles for babies and go back to your room!" Isabela got few glasses.

"Dey've pwob'ly aweady drew Tonio cwazy!" Y/N giggled.

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"Perfect crime accomplished!" Isabela said, chewing on cookie in her hand, when Dolores giggled, sipping her milk and looking her siblings and cousins.

The eight kids reunited in a big pillow nest, they build out of numerous pillows and blankets, each brought from their respective room. It would work as a play space, sitting area and comfortable bed to sleep all together.

Currently, they were all just eating cookies and chatting among themselves, telling small jokes and such.

"Thanks, cuz!" Luisa said, she and Y/N finally calmed down, just enjoying themselves, as Y/N handed her another cookie.

Camilo, Y/S/N and Mirabel, or "babies", as Isabela would sometimes call them, were fascinated that one of ever following Mirabel butterflies sat on girl's cookie, not wanting to fly away. Mirabel couldn't turn away, as Camilo squealed, wanting a butterfly to sit on his too, when Y/S/N gasped, standing on her hands, looking at that.

And Antonio, the only non-regressor out of the bunch, was closely looking all of his siblings and cousins, as the mentally oldest in the room. Adults would always find it funny how that tiny boy would command somebody, who was nearly three times of his age.

They all knew they were gonna get in trouble, but none cared.

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The morning came faster than the eight kids expected, falling asleep in Dolores' room, cuddled to each other.

Isabela, Dolores and Y/N cuddled to each other, covered by a multicolored colored blanket, Isabela brought from her room. Luisa was on the middle of nest, her hands and legs spread around the next and Antonio on her chest, both cuddled with their stuffed toys and had Dolores' blanket. Camilo, Y/S/N and Mirabel laying in pail, one over another, snoring softly, a warm blanket from Y/N's room over all three of them

All together, they had finished all cookies and milk, they had, but forgotten to get rid of evidence, leaving them for adults to clean up. And none realized it!

So in the morning, the parents found kids laying in pail of toys, cookie crumbs, chocolate bits, glasses, sippy cup, baby bottles and empty bottles of milk.

Pepa chuckled, watching the kids.

"Should we tell them?" She asked, looking at her mother, siblings and their spouses.

"Ay, Mí vida" Félix laughed quietly, patting his wife's back.

"Oh, let them have it, hermana!" Julieta smiled softly, with Alma silently agreeing with her, just placing her hand on her younger daughter's shoulder

To her, the sight was absolutely precious. When she first found out of regression, it seemed weird to her, she didn't understand that. But now, seeing that? There's nothing more beautiful, she'd rather see.

And it seemed like Agustín couldn't not agree with her. Her son-in-law was simply loosing himself over his daughters in the situation.

And so was Bruno...

"I can't handle it, S/P/N (Second parent name)!" He cried, holding tightly into his wife's/husband's hand. "My babies! They're so precious! I love them so much!"

"Oh, amor!" S/P/N laughed fondly.

Yes... these precious children could melt even the coldest of hearts.