Once A Door Is Unlocked...

It didn't seem to matter who she passed, knocked, pushed or almost crashed into - the panic was the real motivator. She couldn't even comprehend what the hell was even going on, let alone process what she had just witnessed. The whole daycare was going insane and something was transforming grown adults back into infantile crazies. The only thing she knew by now, was the locks on the staffroom door were the only way to protect herself from the madness surrounding her.

The staffroom was eventually in sight. Despite the manic rush. Emily cared for nothing but outright slamming the door and turning the locks. She immediatelly paced back and away from the doors and closed the curtains to the only window looking into the halls. Her weariness soon took effect as she collapsed to the floor, huffing, panicking and breaking down in sheer confusion at the pink phenomenon that surrounded Rosie's eyes in the ballpit room. She had to collect her thoughts -- if the phones weren't working, neither the Internet, how could she call for help?

For this moment she kept herself, very, very quiet.

Tammy happily wandered the halls. Her work on Cody's transformation was the most fun she had in a long time at the daycare. The former scatterbrained daycare assistant was perfectly reduced back to the state of a toddler. The pink energies flowing through her mind and soul seemed to unlock much more of an understanding to the confusing nature of the grown-ups and their silly ways. Upon reaching the reception for the daycare, she noticed Mrs. Woods had also succumbed to the effects of the magical influence. The twenty-six year old receptionist at the front of the building had been reduced to nothing more than the state of an infant.

The former receptionist sat at her desk, now donning a rather adorably baby-green onesie with a pacifier firmly embedded in her mouth idly sitting at her former work desk. The papers she wrote on and her attendance register were all casually thrown about with a collection of papers and office supplies randomly dotted across the room. She babbled, mumbled and hummed through the edges of her pacifier as she idly stared at seemingly nothing.

"She's a p'retty girl!" Amilia responded, catching Tammy's attention at the other tyke. "She's a big, big happy baby now!"

"She is!" Tammy nodded in delight, the transformed tyke took to walking over to Amilia and embraced her friend into a soft cuddle. The two little'uns beamed at eachother as they admired their handiwork of the daycare's staff and the rest of the children.

"We's gots'tah find Emily now!" Amilia hummed, "She's sad sh'can't play with the others."

Their expressions quickly dimmed. "She does'unt undah'stan having fun!" Amilia pouted.

"I know!" Tammy agreed.

"We gots'tah open the doors, Tammy!" Amilia glanced at the front doors. "Lot'sa more babies to play with!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" The idea was brilliant. If the doors were open -- then all of the other babies outside could enter and convince Emily to play with them. Tammy's own expression quickly lit back up. It was exciting to think about the other bigger babies coming in and exploring the wonders of the daycare. There was one problem.

"How do we's open it?" Tammy asked.

"The--" Amilia paused, "The-- Uh... I dunno."

"Wha'bout the staff room?" Tammy asked.

A grin crept across Amilia's lips. Two in one. If anything -- if Emily hadn't been transformed by the magical sensations coursing through the daycare, then she'd likely be hiding in the 'grown-ups' room. She smiled at Tammy.

"Gots' an idea! Lets go!"