They're all taken to school.

It was a certainly a wild morning.

Marinette was put in a set of denim overalls and a new shirt. She tried to stand up like the big girl she knew she was, but she couldn't. At best she could crawl, and even then she couldn't get very far. Her dad picked her up and sat her in a high chair as she tried spoon feeding her a bowl of oatmeal. She tried to reason with her parents, but they acted as though everything was normal.

After breakfast, her mom put her in a stroller and the two of them were out in public. Marinette thought she would be humiliated by the change in scenery, her babyish clothing and the diaper bag hanging from her mom's arm being out in the open for all to gawk at. Instead, she got a better idea at what she was dealing with.

She wasn't the only dressed below her age. The streets were full of adults lugging around kids of various ages. Grade-school kids sitting in strollers. Middle schoolers being carried like toddlers, pouting with the pacifiers in their mouths. Marinette even saw a boy her age, baling his eyes out as his mom wiped his ass, his accident out and proud in the park. The sight made her throat feel dry all of a sudden.

They eventually made it to her school. On the outside, Francoise-Dupont looked unscathed from whatever dark magic had befallen Paris this time. Past the front doors, the courtyard was packed with people. Half of them were adults. Parents of her classmates that she recognized from time to time. Her fellow students were in the same dilemma as her.

They were all panicking, asking each other what was going on. Some were sitting in their own strollers. Some were being carried by the hip, or in a sling strapped to their parent's chests, or where put down on the ground to roam freely (on their hands and knees of course).

Not wasting any time, Sabine walked over to Miss Bustier's classroom, the teacher standing outside as she greeted the parents.

"Good morning, Caline. How have you been?"

"Miss Cheng, wonderful to see you. I'm doing just fine. How's Marinette doing this morning?"

"She's doing just fine, though she has been a bit of a fussy little thing this morning."

"She's not the only one. I think there might be a bug going around. If it's anything serious, we have the nurse on standby."

Sabine gave Ms. Bustier the diaper bag to be put away before unbuckling her daughter from the stroller .

"You be a good girl today, okay pumpkin? Mommy will be back for you later."

Sabine gave Marinette an exaggerated kiss on the cheek before she carried her daughter into the room.

The classroom had a full makeover from the previous day. Instead of featureless walls and shared tables, the walls and windows covered in cartoonish murals and drawings and shelves full of toys. Bustier's desk had been moved to the side, with a changing table and changing supplies taking up a corner of the room. The blackboard had colorful drawings of flowers and kitties drawn over a list of the Alphabet. The floor was padded, covered with various toys and her fellow classmates.

Marinette bad been a high school student yesterday. Now she was in daycare.

Sabine had given her one last goodbye before setting Marinette down on the floor and leaving.

"Marinette! They got you too."

Crawling on their hands and knees were her friends Alya, Nino, Mylene, Ivan and Alix.

Alya reached out and hugged Marinette before breaking it off and grabbing her shoulders.

"Girl, we need to fix this NOW."

Alya was dressed in what looked to be an orange t-shirt with a matching orange tutu that couldn't be called a "dress" even by any stretch of the imagination. The tutu did nothing to hide the diaper she was wearing, her feet in a pair of white socks and white velcro shoes.

"We've been brainstorming ways to get out of here, so we're open to ideas," said Nino.

Nino was dressed in a sailor suit. The kind of sailor suit you'd find in old cartoons and toddlers dressed for a family picture. He had the little hat and white short-shorts and everything.

Mylene -- who was dressed in green footie pajamas -- was grunting, her cheeks puffed with effort. She let out a sigh of relief before she started sobbing uncontrollably, a smell wafted in the air that made it obvious what she had just did. Undeterred, Ivan -- dressed in blue-and-green stripped onsie -- wrapped his arms around her in an embrace in an effort to comfort the messy girl.

"That happened to me this morning," said Alix, who was dressed in what looked like an Alice-Costume (blue and white dress, white pantyhose and black dress shoes). "I was in my brother's lap. When all this is over, he's never going to let me live it down. Once he starts acting normal, anyway."

"Ladybug and Cat Noir will fix this," said Rose, dressed in a pink onsie. "They always do."

Juleka, who was in a purple dress with a bonnet tied to her head, muttered something to herself, though she didn't seem all that assured.

As the rest of the class was being brought into the room, Natalie was carrying Adrien into the room. Adrien really lucked out on this one. Whatever weird auto-correct this akuma's reality-warping powers did, it let him continue going to school. Not only that, but Natalie -- who apparently doubled as his nanny in this new world were he wore diapers -- had decided to dress him in what was essentially the least babyish baby clothes in the room; a green t-shirt, tennis shoes and what were a fancy pair of sweatpants.

After barely speaking two words to Miss Bustier, Natalie dropped Adrien off in the classroom and left to attend other duties.